Gu Jiaojiao nodded.
She kept her gaze on Chen JianShe.
Chen JianShe: ’I really can’t come up with anything else.’
He also nodded. "That’s all."
He had said his piece, laying all his cards on the table. He really had no other opinions.
However, his mind started buzzing with ideas.
While soap wasn’t a necessity, any relatively well-off family with a daughter would almost certainly buy some for her.
Girls love looking their best, and they would surely love anything that could make them more beautiful.
He had never considered these things before. But now that Gu Jiaojiao had pointed it out, he felt the idea was very viable.
Leng Yuan roughly understood what Gu Jiaojiao wanted to do. He gave Chen JianShe a critical look.
’For something like this, his little woman is asking Chen JianShe instead of him? Does she think Chen JianShe has more foresight than I do?’
Gu Jiaojiao, of course, had no idea what the man beside her was thinking. She was, however, now certain of the plan’s feasibility.
During her recent trips up the mountain, she had found many medicinal herbs suitable for soap-making and had already processed them all. If there was a market for it, she could start production immediately.
Gu Jiaojiao didn’t hide her business ambitions from the two men. She spoke up directly, "JianShe, if I make facial soap, could we partner up?"
Chen JianShe was surprised for a moment and subconsciously glanced at his Brother Leng.
The murderous look in Brother Leng’s eyes was impossible to conceal.
Chen JianShe was a little scared.
He shot to his feet. "Sister-in-law, I’ve got something to take care of at home. I have to go."
With that, he bolted.
Gu Jiaojiao: ...
’I wasn’t even finished talking!’
Only when he reached the gate did Chen JianShe stop, patting his chest with lingering fear. ’That nearly scared me to death. Brother Leng is terrifying.’
After patting his chest, he slapped his forehead.
’I actually came over to talk about Feng Ergou, but I got so caught up in eating that I completely forgot the real reason I was here.’
’No, I have to tell Brother Leng about Feng Ergou.’
Gu Jiaojiao’s eyes instantly lit up, her gaze fixed on Leng Yuan, sparkling with delight.
She let out a cheer and launched herself from the stool straight into Leng Yuan’s arms. Fortunately, he was steady enough to catch her, or they both would have ended up on the ground.
Gu Jiaojiao’s eyes were bright and lively, as if they held an entire galaxy. "Mr. Leng, you’re the best."
Leng Yuan steadied her, pulling her close. His eyes darkened. "Jiaojiao, it’s getting late. Let’s get some rest."
Gu Jiaojiao: ...
"No, it’s still early! The dishes aren’t done, I’ll go wash them."
Leng Yuan paid her no mind. Still holding her, he stood up, walked over to the main gate to bolt the lock, and then turned toward the bedroom.
Gu Jiaojiao: ...
She made a last-ditch effort to struggle.
"Leng Yuan, doing this too often isn’t good for you! Biologically speaking—MMPH!"
"Leng Yuan, you brute."
The girl’s indignant cries from inside the room soon dissolved into other, more indescribable sounds.

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