Fourth Master, Give Me a Smile

“Um, Fourth Master... I heard money’s a little tight for you lately?” Jin Shuiyue clung to him with a fawning smile. “Hm?” He frowned. What was she up to now? “How much does the position of your wife cost? I’ll take it! Is it a fixed price, or do I have to bid? I may be short on plenty of things, but I’m not short on money!” Jin Shuiyue pulled out a huge stack of banknotes and slapped them on the table! Fourth Master: “...”