Su Qiao looked at him disdainfully. "I can earn the money myself."
"A house, food, clothes, fine silks, maids, servants—once I have the money, I can get all of them myself."
"As for making my father an official, forget it!"
"You should only do what you're capable of. He isn't even qualified to be a private tutor, so how could he become an official? What if he failed to become one and ended up being harmed instead?"
It wasn't that she looked down on Su Yaohui. With his meager scheming ability, he simply wasn't cut out to be an official.
Feng Han turned to glance at the little boy hiding outside the bamboo grove, then smiled and poked her forehead. "Aren't you afraid of being scolded when you go back later?"
Su Qiao shrugged. "So what if I get scolded? I'm used to it anyway. My skin's thick."
Feng Han: "..."
"Little girl, you'll never get married acting like this."
"So what if I never get married? I'm doing just fine on my own. Once I have money, I'll buy a whole bunch of maids and servants to wait on me. I can still live a wonderful life."
Of course, this had always been her plan.
Back then, she had still thought he was a eunuch.
Feng Han was caught between laughter and tears. "You really are..."
As usual, she left him completely helpless.
"What?"
Why did he always stop halfway through his sentences?
Didn't he find it uncomfortable to keep things bottled up?
"Do you really have nothing you want?" Feng Han sighed.
He wanted to give her everything good, yet she didn't want anything at all.
It made him feel completely useless.
Su Qiao thought carefully for a moment.
"Actually, I want to open a bookstore. I heard