Although Shen Baolan succeeded in vexing Shen Mingzhu, her mood wasn't much improved.
Three thousand four hundred yuan, just thinking about how much money Mingzhu had made left a burning discomfort in her, as if being scalded by hot oil.
When could she ever earn that much money?
Zhou Shuhuan had been in good spirits due to successes at work recently and, feeling unusually amorous, he wanted to get intimate with Shen Baolan. Usually, Baolan was very cooperative and proactive, but that night she was distracted.
He huffed and puffed for a long time, but Shen Baolan was unresponsive like a log, leading to his frustration and disappointment, and he ended things abruptly.
Shen Baolan, preoccupied with thoughts of money, failed to notice her husband's dejection. "Shuhuan, you should start a business, too. If Mingzhu can make money by fluke, you can definitely do better than her," she suggested.
