Fourth Master, Give Me a Smile

“Um, Fourth Master... I heard you’ve been a little short on cash lately?” Jin Shuiyue clung to him with a fawning smile. “Hm?” He frowned. What scheme was she hatching now? “How much does the position of your principal wife cost? I’ll take it! Is there a set price, or are we bidding? I may be short on plenty of things, but money isn’t one of them!” Jin Shuiyue pulled out a thick stack of banknotes and slapped them onto the table! Fourth Master: “...”