Jian Zhiqing was taken aback and nearly spat out the water he had just sipped.
"What's the matter, you think your Brother Jian is a corrupt official?"
"How is he not?" Qin Xiang Nuan was somewhat disbelieving, as everyone says that even a clear-headed prefect tends to amass thirty thousand pieces of silver after three years. The department Jian Zhiqing works in is known to be quite lucrative. Otherwise, where would he get the money? From borrowing to help her buy a siheyuan, to buying one himself, whatever she does, he has to lend a hand. Actually, she forgot that Jian Zhiqing's assistance always seems stimulated by her own prompting.
Jian Zhiqing put down his cup, his fingers gently wiping the water from the corner of his lips. That movement, that glance, graceful and elegant like a plum blossom against the snow, beguiling and enchanting, yet full of charm—a man so handsome, did women even stand a chance?
