Yang Baihe stared at the closed door for a long time without reacting, not knowing what she was thinking. It wasn't until a gust of night wind blew in, carrying the faint sound of wolf howls, that Miss Baihe shivered, stood up, patted her bottom, and turned to run away.
Whether she took the advice to reform herself or continued her antics, others did not know.
The days passed by smoothly.
Since returning, Yang Ruxin rested for a day and then got busy.
Currently, she has three workshops: a furniture workshop, a shrimp paste workshop, and a medicinal wine and tea workshop, as well as several shops and estates under her management. Although others are managing them, she cannot ignore them, so after checking a round of the account books and personally inspecting each, ten days have gone by.
During these days, Gu Qingheng has been with her all along, feeling for her hardships, taking on whatever he could to ease her burden.
