"Why are you here?" Hu Tuchao stopped what he was doing, placed his brush on the rest, and looked at Zhuang Ruyun as she entered.
Mrs. Zhuang was his second wife.
The two shared little affection, but they had two sons together.
Zhuang Ruyun held a wooden box, one she and the old steward had just retrieved from an iron lockbox in the storeroom.
"Uncle Zhong only said you needed these things. I asked him what you wanted them for, but he didn't know either. So, I had no choice but to come and ask you myself."
Zhuang Ruyun owned many shops herself. The Zhuang Family's business was mainly concentrated in the Jiangnan region, around Yangzhou. She had probably learned how to work an abacus before she learned how to feed herself.
"As for the family's funds, you say you just want to look at them. I don't quite believe you," Zhuang Ruyun said bluntly.
Hu Tuchao replied, "I'm not going to do anything with them right now."
