All the emotion that had stirred in Lu Lingxiao's heart shattered completely with her final words.
He looked at her in disbelief, his dry lips trembling several times: "You… you stayed here all this time… just for the silver?"
Meng Qianqian glanced at the bedding on him: "Also to check on my husband's injuries."
Lu Lingxiao closed his eyes: "At least you still have a shred of conscie—"
Meng Qianqian tilted her head: "Otherwise, if my husband died, who would repay me the silver?"
Lu Lingxiao choked on a breath, his face turning purple, and growled, "Meng shi (the Meng woman)!"
Meng Qianqian remained unfazed. With a single graceful motion, she reached for an abacus and held it to her chest: "Husband, your voice is strong. It seems your recovery is going well. Then, shall we settle the accounts? Or, if Husband doesn't care for numbers, we could always call over the steward of the household."
"Eldest Young Madam, I can check the accounts for you!"
