The day Zhao Zheng met Qian Xiang, the petite, gentle young woman was standing by a fruit stall with tears in her eyes. Her ex-boyfriend pointed at her and accused her: "You spend all day calculating this and that. You won't even close your eyes when you kiss. Aren't you tired?"
Right then, Zhao Zheng thought that a girl like Qian Xiang ought to keep her eyes open while counting money and close them while kissing. He would have to change her habits.
Only after Qian Xiang married Zhao Zheng under an agreement did she realize that even if she had been born eight hundred years earlier, she still couldn't match his ability to make money. So she decided to lie flat and become a "full-time housewife."
But she had started out running a little street stall, and even after marrying into money, she still couldn't shake her penny-pinching ways.
Zhao Zheng gave her a wedding budget of ten million.
She canceled the luxury international hotel and replaced it with a rustic farm feast.
Zhao Zheng gave her a hundred million to raise their child.
She canceled the outrageously expensive early-learning classes and handed each child a shovel, sending them all off to dig in the vegetable garden.
She even canceled the luxury brand Zhao Zheng's little ties came from, choosing instead to raise silkworms, grow mulberry trees, and weave the silk herself.
Zhao Zheng was unhappy about it. He told her she didn't need to be so frugal, as if she looked down on his money-making ability.
So she went underground and secretly followed his example, becoming an investor herself.
The young, refined doctor of traditional Chinese medicine in the eastern district had a bumper harvest in his herb garden and gave her twenty thousand in dividends.
The handsome, talented but down-on-his-luck tailor in the western district entered an international exhibition and won a prize of two hundred thousand, half of which he gave to her.
Old Wang, the pork seller in the southern district, lost money, but switched careers to become a fitness instructor. Six months after his gym opened, he gave her two hundred thousand in dividends.
And the impoverished college student in the northern district had returned home after graduation to start a business. He wanted to repay her for supporting him with half his company's shares.
Before she knew it, Qian Xiang's little nest egg was almost full.
She had it all planned out: once she hit her first big financial target, she would ask Zhao Zheng for a divorce.
That man was wonderful in every way, except that at night he just wouldn't stop
The more she told him no, the more enthusiastic he got, as if the sound of her begging for mercy were some kind of aphrodisiac.
That morning, he had kept her up until dawn again before she finally fell asleep, but then her phone suddenly buzzed. A text said two million had been deposited into her nest egg. The note read: "To round out my wife's balance."
Qian Xiang jolted in fright. "H-how did you know I had a nest egg?"
The man leisurely fastened his cufflinks and glanced at her in the mirror. "Last night, you were distracted while we were exercising. Even in your sleep, you used my abs as an abacus."
Qian Xiang: "..."
The next second, he leaned closer and stared at her for a couple of seconds before chuckling. "Planning to take this little fortune and run off with one of your other guys?"
A delicate flower on the outside, wild grass at heart, and able to bloom anywhere: a little penny-pincher vs. a farmer-turned-entrepreneur whose only goals are making money, supporting his family, and sleeping with Xiangxiang.
Theme: Peace for the nation and its people, with good weather for the crops.
