My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

83  Chapter 83: Your Smile is Springtime

"Which rouge should I pick, darling?" Zhao Qingmei glanced at the rouge on the stall, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Tan Yun looked left and right, and upon hearing Zhao Qingmei's question, he too turned his gaze.

Could the son-in-law even know about rouge?

"I think..."

An Jing looked carefully for a moment, then mused, "Shopkeeper, which of these rouges smells nice?"

Tan Yun became puzzled: "???"

Had the son-in-law lost his mind?

Could rouge even be eaten as a side dish?

Zhao Qingmei's face flushed at this, and she glared fiercely at An Jing. She didn't behave as recklessly as An Jing did in public, speaking without restraint.

"Sir, if it's about the scent, the Golden Flower Rouge is the best. It not only smells floral but also has a sweet note."

The vendor smiled knowingly, then turned to Zhao Qingmei and said, "Madam, all our rouges are of the finest quality, made from the best squeezed rouge juice, purified and steamed with floral essence. Just a tiny probe with a hairpin is enough to dab on the lips, and when diluted with water, it's enough for the whole face."

"That being said, the quality must be very good," Zhao Qingmei said, picking up a box of rouge and examining it closely.

"The quality is definitely excellent, and if it lightens upon contact with water, we won't charge for it," the vendor quickly added.

An Jing then said, "Then give me a lighter color."

The vendor's hands paused, and his smile froze.

"Pfft!"

Tan Yun couldn't hold back upon hearing her son-in-law's words and teased, "I'll take a lighter color too, as you said, it's free if the color fades.

The son-in-law is so bad! It's all what the son-in-law said.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, just take these two boxes of rouge," Zhao Qingmei said, rolling her eyes at An Jing and pointing to two wooden rouge boxes on the stall.

"Alright."

The vendor heaved a sigh of relief and quickly wrapped the two boxes of rouge, "One box of Golden Flower Rouge and one box of Brocade Rouge together are three hundred copper coins."

Zhao Qingmei's eyebrows rose, "Three hundred copper coins? Isn't that a bit expensive?"

"Madam, this is the finest Golden Flower and Brocade Rouge. Truly, it's not expensive. How about for two hundred ninety copper coins?" The vendor asked with a hopeful smile, as he thought the beautiful lady in front of him would be the easiest to deal with.

"It's still too expensive, can it be cheaper?" Zhao Qingmei said regretfully shaking her head.

"Two hundred eighty-five copper coins, I really can't go lower," the vendor said, biting his lip and feigning a pained expression.

Zhao Qingmei sighed, "Forget it, my husband doesn't earn much silver in a year; this rouge would be too much of a burden for him."

As she spoke, Zhao Qingmei led a hesitant An Jing away.

"Madam, don't go, two hundred eighty copper coins, I'll give it to you for two hundred eighty copper coins," the vendor called out urgently.

Zhao Qingmei, pulling An Jing along as if she hadn't heard, continued walking ahead.

"Madam, don't go, what's your price?" the vendor became desperate. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Two hundred fifty copper coins," Zhao Qingmei said after a thought.

"Two hundred fifty copper coins is unlucky in our hometown, how about two hundred forty copper coins?" An Jing chimed in with a laugh.

"Then, two hundred forty copper coins it is, I'll listen to my husband," Zhao Qingmei said, looking at the vendor.

"Two hundred forty coins is impossible," the vendor exclaimed, his eyes widening, shaking his head repeatedly, "The lowest I can go is two hundred fifty copper coins, absolutely no lower."

Tan Yun was moved by what she heard, just as she was about to speak, Zhao Qingmei said.

"Then forget it, let's go check over there."

Zhao Qingmei started pulling An Jing towards the southwest night market.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

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"Madam, hold on, two hundred forty copper coins then!"

The vendor sighed and called out.

20:57

Having endured the cold wind for the duration of two cups of tea and having called out for half a day, this was still the only customer of the day.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Zhao Qingmei's mouth revealed a smug smile.

Seeing this, Tan Yun's eyes widened, and she then gave Zhao Qingmei a thumbs-up.

An Jing had not expected that Zhao Qingmei possessed such a skill.

The vendor sighed and said, "Madam, you are as beautiful as a goddess, and I had no idea you were also a master at haggling. It has been a long time since I have encountered an opponent as formidable as you. Today, I will sell to you at a loss just to seek good fortune from your unparalleled beauty."

"Then please pack it up for me," Zhao Qingmei said with a light chuckle.

"Alright, Madam, please take care."

The vendor swiftly packed the two boxes of rouge.

"Here is the money, count it."

Zhao Qingmei placed the Copper Coins on the stall and looked at An Jing, "Let's go."

"Alright."

An Jing promptly picked up the rouge.

The vendor crouched down and counted the Copper Coins on the stall, then looked up, slightly startled.

"Oh... This is three hundred Copper Coins? Madam! You've given too much!"

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Under the dim lights and the gentle breeze,

"Miss, you were really amazing just now," Tan Yun couldn't help but remark in admiration, "That vendor was even ready to sell at a loss to you."

"It's merely a psychological game," Zhao Qingmei said with a light smile, "He claimed he was selling at a loss, just to deceive you. If he were really losing money, why would he sell? This rouge won't go bad anytime soon."

An Jing nodded in agreement, finding Zhao Qingmei's words utterly convincing.

Everyone in the world acts for profit; nobody conducts a losing business. Only Tan Yun believed the vendor's words.

"Husband, do you think I look good now?"

Zhao Qingmei took out a box of rouge, then gently dabbed some on her lips.

Her eyes shimmered like dewy flowers, tempting one to steal a kiss and uncover the mysteries.

"Beautiful, my wife is always beautiful," An Jing replied without a second thought, expertly.

"So I am always beautiful, but when do you like me the best?" Zhao Qingmei's eyes twinkled mischievously.

An Jing's heart stirred, looking at those red lips, he said, "My favorite is when you hesitate."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei's face flushed red to the base of her neck.

Like a curious kitten, Tan Yun leaned in, then with a puzzled face,

"Don't you want to eat? See if it's tasty now."

Zhao Qingmei, feeling both embarrassed and angry, flicked her finger, then dabbed a blob of rouge onto An Jing's lips.

An Jing subconsciously pursed his lips, instantly turning them as bright as blood.

Tan Yun clapped her hands in amusement, "The son-in-law looks beautiful indeed; no wonder Han Wenxin likes to drink with son-in-law. If I were Han Wenxin, I'd also like to drink with son-in-law."

"You must not talk nonsense like that."

Upon hearing this, An Jing urgently said,

Just thinking about Han Wenxin's vulgar and obscene demeanor was almost unbearable to witness.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei also burst into laughter, bending over.

Her bright eyes sparkled teasingly through the hazy veil, and her lips curled sweetly, revealing her dimples, while her laugh was crisp and delightful.

Tan Yun, too, was biting her lip, trying to suppress her laughter.

"If you want to laugh, then laugh," An Jing said irritably.

"Geese, geese, geese, geese, geese..." Tan Yun laughed unrestrainedly, her laughter like honking geese.

Seeing them laughing so heartily, An Jing's lips curled slightly upward, and he, too, began to laugh.

Having searched for springtime all my life, it appeared completely when you laughed.

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