"Mom, I'll take it. I don't think it's dirty at all." Qin Mei puffed out her chest, as if to say, 'Go ahead, just throw the money at me!'
That was money, after all—lovely, wonderful money that everyone adored. It would be foolish not to take it.
"..." Jie Jingchen.
"..." Mrs. Xie.
Jie Jingchen wanted to curse her out. 'So money-grubbing! Has poverty driven you mad?' But with his mother there, he had to save face for Qin Mei.
"Xiao Mei, I have money. Tell me how much you want, and I'll give it to you," Mrs. Xie said magnanimously, looking as if she could grant any amount Qin Mei named.
Qin Mei shook her head, refusing stubbornly. "Mom, I don't want your money. I want the German Merchant's money."
'How could I take money from family? Of course I have to take it from outsiders.'
Mrs. Xie was one to spoil Qin Mei. As long as Qin Mei insisted, she would be the one to yield. "How much do you want?"
"This much." Qin Mei held up her index finger.
