If it weren't for the fact that now she can make money herself, and Qinghe's factory is bustling along, and her eldest son Xu Nianji hands over most of the money from selling bean sprouts every day, giving Ji Ying confidence, she would probably have backed out and left immediately.
"Mom, did you bring enough money today?" Xu Nianhua whispered in her ear, her lively, shiny black eyes looking at her playfully.
Ji Ying's hand instinctively reached for her pocket, feeling the cash inside, and instantly felt much more assured. She'd brought three hundred yuan today—should be plenty enough. With her daughter's smile and money in her pocket, Ji Ying's uneasy feeling gradually faded.
As the saying goes, when you've got money in your hand, your heart won't panic.
"Mom, do you think a bracelet is better, or a pendant?"
"Or one of these jade pendants?"
