Wang Qiqi finally understood why even the child had to be mobilized in the middle of the night. But thanks to this child, "Li Cui didn't cry or object?"

Song Ziwen put down the Hami melon he was holding and wholeheartedly agreed, "Ever since she married in, I thought this moment was the most magnificent for her." The image of Li Cui rushing home, pointing at Wang Dagui and loudly demanding a divorce—that expression, that gesture—was undoubtedly Li Cui’s most spirited moment. Of course, Song Ziwen dared not voice this thought to his parents; they were already annoyed enough, and if he added fuel to the fire, his fate would be even worse.

"Since Li Cui is willing to leave with nothing, Wang Dagui should just agree. Let him keep the house and the savings." Besides, about to become the father-in-law of a wealthy family, finding another wife wouldn't be difficult.

Gong Peixing walked out of Wang Qiqi’s room empty-handed, having finally managed to soothe the little ancestor to sleep. However, his expression was grim. It was understandable; he was supposed to be at home, looking after the child and sharing happy moments, but suddenly a person had burst in, crying and making a scene—they could do anything. If it had been a woman, Gong Peixing might have overlooked it, but it was a man, which left Gong Peixing completely speechless. "If they divorce, the Gao family will have opinions." Gong Peixing never meddled in the affairs of the Wang or Song families; he was merely relaying someone else's words now.

Wang Qiqi understood. "So this is why Wang Dagui isn't agreeing to the divorce now. But doesn't he realize that if his leverage is strong enough, nobody will care if the future daughter-in-law's parents are divorced? By the way, did Wang Dagui mention how much of the household savings Li Cui managed to pocket?"

Wang Qiqi suddenly recalled a possibility. Wang Dagui’s savings had always been managed by Li Cui. Could this be the very reason Wang Dagui was reluctant to agree to the divorce? But that didn't seem right either; Wang Dagui couldn't be that foolish as not to inquire about the total household savings. Could it be that Wang Rui didn't want her parents to divorce? "Right, does Wang Rui know her parents are getting a divorce?"

Song Ziwen and Gong Peixing genuinely didn't know the answer to this question, though they guessed she probably did. "We didn't see them at my place today anyway. And where are we sleeping tonight?" Song Ziwen was more concerned about his own lodging. As for whether Wang Rui knew about her parents' impending divorce, in Song Ziwen’s view, it was a minor issue.

"The living room floor, Mr. Director," Wang Qiqi replied without hesitation, having no intention of letting them occupy her parents' room. "The floor is mopped very clean every day." Wang Qiqi quickly added, worried Song Ziwen might object to sleeping on a dirty floor.

"Don't worry, I'm not my mother." Song Ziwen looked at the clean floor and wondered if it had just been mopped. "Washed?"

Wang Qiqi hummed in confirmation. "I mop when there's nothing else to do at home."

"It's much cleaner than my place." Song Ziwen even bent down to look at the floor while addressing Gong Peixing. "I think we should bring our mother over to see this, let her see how much cleaner Qiqi’s floors are compared to hers. Qiqi’s floor is so shiny you can see your reflection in it." To prove his point, the man even leaned down close to the floor to stare at it.

Gong Peixing was not going to fall for Song Ziwen's trick. He shot a glance at him. "Be careful that your mother doesn't respond by saying if you think my cleaning isn't good enough, you can mop it yourself, comparing it to Qiqi." That possibility wasn't unheard of. At home, Wang Damei was the empress; even the father-in-law was subject to her rule unless it concerned major issues. Facing someone of that caliber, Gong Peixing didn't see any chance of Song Ziwen winning; he would only suffer a worse fate.

"Exactly, do you think your life has gotten too easy lately?" Song Yao closed the door and walked out. Seeing her brother eating Hami melon while spouting nonsense, she walked over and smacked the top of his head. "We need to behave ourselves for the next few days. Oh, Qiqi, haven't you put away the suitcase in your room yet?"

"Oh, I have something to take care of in a couple of days, and I didn't expect this mess to erupt right before I leave..." Wang Qiqi put on an expression of deep regret. "I'll have to trouble all of you to update me on how things are progressing then."

That both Song Yao and Song Ziwen had come seeking refuge with her overnight made Wang Qiqi feel she should perhaps avoid watching this spectacle herself. Besides, even if she didn't watch, someone would surely inform her of how events unfolded.

Song Ziwen and Song Yao were surprised that Wang Qiqi was planning to leave. They exchanged a look. "You're not doing this intentionally..." Song Ziwen started, then paused. He hadn't heard Qiqi mention it before. And she had already traveled around during the summer vacation, yet now she was leaving again—it was clearly an evasion tactic.

Song Yao shared the same suspicion but envied Qiqi for being able to sidestep this trouble. "If you can leave, then go. Remember to bring us back something nice to eat. By the way, where are you headed this time?"

"France." Wang Qiqi hadn't wanted to mention it, but since someone had asked, she knew there was no point in bearing the blame. "Aunt Shi Man has to go abroad on business, and she doesn't know the language, so she asked me and Manman to act as interpreters." She made it sound like she was just an accompanying assistant. "It’s only for three or five days. We'll probably spend some time adjusting to the time difference once we arrive. I really didn't want to go, but they offered to help sort out the passport and flight issues."

France? Song Yao and Song Ziwen’s mouths fell wide open when they heard this. "Heavens, you're actually going abroad?"

"And to France, no less." Song Yao felt faint. The girl was always making noise about going abroad, going to a certain place for a honeymoon—she thought it was Thailand. But now Wang Qiqi was heading overseas without a word. "Then you can go see the Eiffel Tower, right?"

"We can also check out French fashion, perfumes..." Song Yao excitedly grabbed Wang Qiqi’s hand, chattering non-stop.

While Song Yao was excitedly rambling, Song Ziwen beside her grew animated too. "I heard the women in France are quite lovely..."

Wang Qiqi nearly swooned. Luckily, only two people were nagging; otherwise, she might have actually passed out. "Stop, stop! I'm going there on official business. I really don't have time to look at or listen to the places you mentioned. They paid for your ticket; they didn't ask you to go sightseeing." Current Wang Qiqi truly regretted mentioning this trip to Song Yao and the others; it was likely that her departure would become the biggest gossip by tomorrow. "Besides, I don't have that much money to waste on frivolous shopping."

"Don't worry, I’ll pay you for anything I ask you to bring back," Song Yao patted her shoulder. "I won't make things awkward for you." Song Yao knew Wang Qiqi would bring things back without accepting payment, but she didn't want to take advantage. Then, an idea struck her. "Qiqi, what do you think if I plan to open a small shop someday, specializing in good items I've sourced from abroad? The profit margin on these things is quite good, and if we tell people they're from France, business surely won't be bad, right?" Of course, Song Yao knew that for a business to succeed, another crucial factor was being able to secure inventory without constantly fighting for supply lines. With goods, you run the business; without goods, you don't.

Wang Qiqi was startled by Song Yao's proposal. After all, her own similar idea came from post-life experience mixed with occasional impulse, but Song Yao—she had actually gleaned a potential business concept from Wang Qiqi's casual remark. However, Wang Qiqi genuinely didn't know how to respond to Song Yao's request.

As Wang Qiqi considered how to address Song Yao, Song Yao, seeing Wang Qiqi silent for so long, mistakenly thought Wang Qiqi was unwilling to help. Although she knew her request was somewhat presumptuous, her expression soured slightly. Meanwhile, Song Ziwen, seeing Wang Qiqi still deep in thought, really wanted to walk over and kick her, demanding to know what she was contemplating. If she disagreed, just say so; if she agreed, just say so—why the deliberation?

Wang Qiqi organized her thoughts, ready to speak, but noticed Song Yao’s face had darkened. She realized her silence had caused some resentment. "Sister, it's not that I won't buy things for you, but you also have to understand that I don't have the luxury of traveling abroad right now. Big luxury brands are easy to source, but how much capital do you have to tie up? For smaller brands, I’d need items that are both good quality and reasonably priced, ones that few people in the country wear so we avoid matching outfits. But that takes time to hunt down, right?"

Although Song Yao had been prepared for Wang Qiqi to refuse, hearing such direct words suddenly, her expression didn't look good. She moved her lips but remained silent.

Wang Qiqi paid no mind. "If you can wait, I can help you look for items after I graduate from university when I have more time. But it would be better if you could source goods yourself from nearby places, like Hong Kong." Traveling to Hong Kong wasn't convenient in those days; one had to endure the journey to Shanghai to catch a flight, then endure the trip back. Furthermore, with big-name brands, it didn't matter much; there would always be buyers for recognized labels. But if she were sourcing clothes or accessories from unknown designers, it truly depended on the buyer's eye. If the selection was good, the purchases would sell out quickly. If the eye wasn't good, that batch of goods would either have to be sold at a loss or remain unsold inventory.

After Wang Qiqi explained her concerns, Gong Peixing strongly agreed with her assessment; indeed, if business were that easy, who would want to work? "How about..."

"Alright, sigh." Song Yao also let out a sigh. Although there was a pang of disappointment, she had to admit Wang Qiqi's points were valid. "Forget it, forget it. I'll just stay home as a full-time wife and look after the kids." The spark of career ambition that had just ignited was quickly extinguished.

"If Sister believes she has good taste, then I suggest you spend a year or two reading fashion magazines to broaden your perspective before getting into this line of work. Honestly, if done well, this business is quite profitable. And once you accumulate regular customers, you don't even need a storefront; you can just rent an office in a commercial building." The overhead is much lower than renting street-level retail space, and this type of store relies on word-of-mouth. A shop on a busy street might see fewer new customers in a month than the business generated through referrals from loyal patrons.

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