Military compound.
The grand house at the center, its courtyard covered with green ivy, a middle-aged man in a military uniform was humming a tune while watering the ivy in the yard.
"Old Jiang, the soup in the kitchen is about to boil over, go turn off the heat."
Song Shimiao lazily lay on the sofa, watching the latest palace drama, �The Legend of Zhen Huan.�
Hearing this, Jiang Haishi put down the watering can and shuffled quickly towards the kitchen.
"Honey, did you put too much salt? Why is it so salty?"
In less than half a minute, he began muttering from inside, presumably sneaking tastes again.
Song Shimiao frowned unhappily and shouted loudly, "Isn’t it drinkable? Why do you have so much to say?"
Suddenly, there was silence in the kitchen.
A mont later, Jiang Haishi ca out of the kitchen, looking aggrieved like a bullied wife.
"Honey, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have doubted anything you did."
After he acted recklessly last ti and ended up being sent by Song Shimiao to sleep in the study for half a month.
Jiang Haishi had been psychologically scarred ever since.
So whenever such matters arise, he would never dare to contradict Song Shimiao.
As expected, upon hearing this, Song Shimiao’s expression relaxed sowhat.
"That’s more like it." She snorted softly and continued watching the TV in front of her.
Despite the passage of ti, it couldn’t hide Jiang Haishi’s stiff posture and handso face.
So much so that he looked like a man in his thirties despite being over fifty.
He skillfully began massaging Song Shimiao’s shoulders and sighed, "I wonder how Tongtong and Ruixuan are doing now..."
At their age now.
They lack nothing in terms of money or power, with their only concern being their children.
Upon hearing this, a hint of worry appeared on Song Shimiao’s face as she wanted to say sothing but held back.
"Tongtong and Ruixuan have grown up. Whatever they want to do is up to them; it’s not our place to interfere too much."
Besides, Jiang Tong seems to have so misunderstandings about them now.
Things like this shouldn’t be rushed because it might backfire and cause more resentnt from Jiang Tong.
Seeing both of them not in the best spirits, Song Shimiao changed the subject directly.
"Right, in two weeks it’s Uncle Tang’s eightieth birthday. Have you prepared the gift?"
Sure enough, at the ntion of a gift, Jiang Haishi shuddered in fear.
He spoke timidly, "Honey, do we really have to give away my Qing Dynasty vase that’s worth 17 million and 3.5 yuan? Can we reconsider..."
"Consider my foot!"
Song Shimiao widened her eyes, scolding him angrily.
She was really speechless with this miserly man; he even forced the seller to give him a 15% discount on a 2,500 yuan vase.
Even more outrageous, he managed to haggle the 10 yuan packaging fee down to a cost price of 3.5 yuan.
He’s truly ruthless, and if she hadn’t stopped him, he might have slashed the vase price by half.
At this rate, who would dare to sell anything to the Jiang Family...
People would run at the sight of him, and this fool wouldn’t even think about it.
It really made her seething with anger.
The most important thing is, what if this kind of behavior negatively influenced Tongtong and Ruixuan?
Although it’s good to be frugal, being one of the top three noble families in Beijing.
Such stinginess...
Would inevitably lead to criticisms and bad influence.
In this mont, Song Shimiao suddenly felt a wave of ntal exhaustion.
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