My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: A Capable Woman

But that wasn’t all.

Amina finished, and Zeke Walton pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket, dangling them in front of her.

"Eighty bucks didn’t just buy three articles of clothing. I also got the owner to throw in a pair of gloves. See?"

The gloves were wool, the kind that would pill after just a few wears. They sold for three bucks a pair at the wholesale market.

Back in the day, a single pair of socks would cost Zeke Walton hundreds. Why would he ever care about something like this? But what he’d done today gave him a real sense of accomplishment.

Seeing the gloves made Amina happy too, and she praised him sincerely.

"I thought you’d be hopeless when it came to managing a household, but you’re not so bad. As long as you work hard and keep spending like this, our lives will definitely get better."

Her words suddenly gave Zeke Walton a renewed sense of hope.

He put on the gloves and told Amina to get on the back.

"Let me drive."

They looked at four apartments, weighing the pros and cons of each, and finally settled on one: a one-bedroom, one-living-room unit for 1,200 a month.

Amina thought it was pretty expensive, and the cost pained her. She wanted to keep looking, but Zeke Walton couldn’t stomach anything cheaper.

On the way back to get their things, Amina asked Zeke Walton, puzzled.

"If you have the money, you could have just rented a place yourself. Why did you insist on bringing me along? It’s going to be pretty cramped with two of us in one bed."

If Zeke Walton had an ID card and could rent a place on his own, he certainly wouldn’t have roped Amina into this. But he couldn’t tell her that.

"I’m a man who repays his debts. I told you I’d pay you back for helping me that night, and I will."

’Look at that. I help someone out a little without even thinking about it, and I get this big of a reward. There really are more good people in the world.’

They weaved through the urban village and passed an intersection where many elderly people were selling vegetables from roadside stalls. But among them was a middle-aged man with a wooden table. He had a straw mat spread over it, which was covered in a dense array of books.

Zeke Walton started to ride straight past, not giving it a second glance, but Amina hurriedly patted his back. "Wait, wait a second!"

"What is it?"

"Let me look at the books."

Zeke Walton propped up the electric scooter with his feet and backed it up.

Amina hopped off the scooter, her eyes shining as she scanned the rows of books on the stall. The owner quickly stood up to attend to her.

"Buying some books? Take a look, I’ve got all kinds. Ten bucks a pop, take your pick."

’Ten bucks a book? They must be bootlegs. No wonder the stall reeks of cheap, pungent ink.’

Zeke Walton had assumed Amina wanted to buy some kind of practical textbook. Instead, her finger trailed gently and carefully over the spines of the novels.

"Ten bucks a book? That’s so expensive. Can you go any lower?"

The owner replied, "You think ten bucks a book is expensive? If my bookstore hadn’t gone out of business, where else would you find books this cheap? These are all legitimate copies. Look at the quality, the printing is so clear. Young lady, you don’t know a good deal when you see one."

Amina picked up a copy of the *Zizhi Tongjian* and flipped through it.

"How about five bucks a book? I’ll buy a few."

"Go on, go on. If you’re not buying, then be on your way. Don’t cause trouble here."

The owner snatched the book from her hand.

"This is a small-time operation. I’m already selling these at a loss, and you’re still trying to haggle like that? You’ve got to be kidding me."

Amina’s gaze lingered on the rows of books one last time. In the end, she said nothing and returned to the scooter. "Let’s go."

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