Fortunate Young Gentleman

In the past, Tang Ning didn't need to spend money. At most, she would buy a few buns and give them to the beggars when she went out.

When you ask someone to do something, you have to get some reward.

How much are a few buns worth? He has not spent all the pocket money Zhong Yi gave him two months ago.

But it's different now.

For Zhong Yi, he cannot leave Zhong Mansion for the time being.

But he couldn't ignore Xiaoru. She lived in Sujiacun and it took a long time to come back and forth. Tangning couldn't take care of her all the time.

The best way is to buy a house for her in the city, as close to the Zhong Mansion as possible.

This method had the best of both worlds, the only problem was that Tang Ning had no money.

Let alone a house, he couldn't even afford the front door of the house.

He can't afford it, but someone can.

As the richest man in Lingzhou, the Tang family has enough money leaking from the fingers of the eldest daughter of the Tang family to buy a house.

Tang Yaoyao looked at him and asked, "Are you short of money?"

"Short of money." Tangning nodded. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. Compared with Fairy Tang, everyone was short of money.

From the bottom of his heart, he would rather borrow the money to buy the house from Tang Yaoyao than trouble his father-in-law.

Tang Yaoyao sniffed and asked, "How much do you want? Is ten thousand taels enough? If it's not enough, I'll ask my father for it."

It's not without reason that Tang Ning likes Tang Yaoyao.

It's not just because of her long legs.

Who wouldn't like a woman who is cheerful, straightforward, spends a lot of money, and has long legs?

Tang Ning really didn't know much about the housing prices in Yong'an County, but she definitely wouldn't need ten thousand taels, nor would she buy a big house. One thousand taels would be enough to buy everything.

Tangning thought for a while and said, "Let's borrow a thousand taels first."

Tang Yaoyao took out a stack of silver notes from her sleeve, handed it to him casually, and said: "I don't know how many these are, but they must be a thousand taels. You can use them first. If you don't have enough, come to me. There is no need to return them."

Although Tang Yaoyao did not lack the Qianer 800 taels of silver, Tang Ning always had principles in doing things.

Borrowing means borrowing, and of course the money borrowed must be repaid.

"This is one thousand eight hundred taels." He counted the banknotes in his hand, counted eight of them and handed them to her, saying: "I will borrow one thousand taels first. Within one year, I will borrow the principal with interest." Give it back to you.”

Tang Yaoyao shook her head and said, "I said you don't need to pay it back."

Tangning ignored her. His room was occupied. He went to Zhongyi's study to write an IOU, put his thumbprint on it, walked out and handed it to her, saying, "Put away the IOU."

Tang Yaoyao was about to speak when she saw the serious expression on his face. After being stunned for a moment, she reached out to take the IOU and put it away.

Tangning then looked at her and said, "You were crying just now because I couldn't take the state exam?"

Tang Yaoyao wiped her eyes quickly and asked, "Who is crying?"

Tangning pointed at her and said, "You still have tears on your face."

Tang Yaoyao wiped his face randomly and said angrily: "I didn't!"

Tangning looked at her and said helplessly, "I didn't wipe it off."

"I told you, I didn't!" Tang Yaoyao stamped her foot violently, causing a green brick on the ground to break into several pieces.

"Well, I have something to do with Peng Chen..." Tangning turned around and walked outside.

Tang Ning was not familiar with the process of buying a house. He had never been exposed to land deeds and the like.

His father-in-law asked Peng Chen to stay with him. In addition to being a bodyguard, he also worked part-time as an assistant.

Peng Chen talks little and is a good follower except for the suspicion of having special quirks.

He talks little and won't annoy him. He does things cleanly and neatly. When you don't need him, he will never appear in front of you. When you need him, you can see him when you turn around. Such an assistant is hard to find. Wait until he makes money in the future. If you have money, you must give him a salary increase.

When I finished asking Peng Chen, the sky had darkened.

Tangning returned to the room, sat at the table and thought about something. After some time, she felt a little hungry.

He now habitually feels hungry at night.

Just as he was about to go to the kitchen to clean up, there was a knock on the door.

Qing'er stood outside the door holding a tray with two side dishes and a bowl of white porridge.

Zhong Yi said that it is best to eat something light at night, and two dishes and one porridge have become his standard late night snack.

Qing'er placed the tray on his table. Tangning looked at her and asked, "Did you make this?"

Qing'er shook her head and said, "This is what the lady did."

"Then..., where is she?"

Qing'er said: "The lady said she was a little tired and would go back to the room first."

Tangning sat down at the table, and Qing'er suddenly asked, "Uncle, I have a question."

"Just ask."

Tang Ning took a bite of the porridge, and it still tasted familiar.

"I think my uncle is very good..." Qing'er looked at him and said doubtfully, "But they all say that my uncle is not good at it. What is wrong with my uncle?"

Tangning almost spat out her second mouthful of porridge and said through gritted teeth, "Them? Who are they?"

"That's everyone..." Qing'er looked at him doubtfully and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

As the culprit of this matter, she actually asked herself this question.

It was midnight, a man and a woman alone. If she hadn't been worried about the news that Mr. Zhong's uncle was a beast and not a human being, and had raped the maid in the middle of the night, her butt would have been swollen.

Tangning took a bite of vegetables and drank a mouthful of porridge, then looked at her and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do now, so let me tell you a story..."

"Yeah……"

Qing'er no longer struggled with the question of whether he could do it or not, and hurriedly sat down opposite him, with a look of anticipation on her face.

Tang Ning put down her chopsticks and lowered her voice and said, "Once upon a time, in a wealthy family, there was a little maid named Zhen'er..."

Qing'er held her face in her hands and listened attentively.

According to the story my uncle told me before, will this little maid named Zhen'er be attracted by a great talent and end up with the prince or prince?

Tang Ning's voice was erratic, "Zhen'er was very beautiful. This young lady from a wealthy family was very jealous of her, so one night, he cut her face with a hairpin and pushed her into a dry well and fell to death..."

Qing'er sat up straight, her face turned a little pale, and she no longer held her face with her hands.

"After Zhen'er died, her resentment turned into a fierce ghost. She died because she was beautiful, so she hated those beautiful women very much. Every night, at midnight, she would crawl out of the mirror and climb on those beautiful women. bed, and scratched their faces with hairpins..."

Tangning finished her supper and finished telling the story of "Midnight Virgin". She looked at Qing'er and said, "Okay, it's very late and the story is over. Let's go back quickly."

Qing'er stood up, opened the door, looked into the dark night, looked back at Tangning, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle, I, I don't dare..."

Tangning smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll take you back..."

…

Love the room.

She made the bed, looked back at Tang Yaoyao, and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to sleep with me today?"

The two have been good sisters since childhood and often sleep together at night, but as they grow up, they sleep in the same bed less often.

Tang Yaoyao put his hands behind his head, lay on the bed, and said, "I can't sleep. I want to talk to you."

She turned sideways, looked at Zhong Yi, and said, "Because of me, he can't take the state exam. I ruined his future..."

"This matter is over." Zhong Yi held her hand and said, "He didn't blame you, and he often asked me to tell you not to blame yourself for this matter."

"Then do you blame me?" Tang Yaoyao looked at her and asked: "If it weren't for my recklessness, I wouldn't have hit him, and there wouldn't be Miss Su today, and neither would you..."

"How could I blame you?" Zhong Yi looked at her and shook his head: "If it weren't for you, there would be no Zhong Yi now..."

Tang Yaoyao's mood improved a little, and he looked at her again and suddenly asked: "Xiaoyi, do you regret it?"

Zhong Yi looked at her and asked, "What do you regret?"

"If you hadn't hid when my aunt mentioned that you two were going to church that day, would things be different now?"

Zhong Yi was silent for a long time, then chuckled and said, "It's all over..."

When both of them fell into silence, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhong Yi got out of bed and opened the door, and saw Qing'er standing outside the door holding a quilt.

She looked at Zhong Yi and asked pitifully: "Miss, can I sleep with you tonight?"