mesbooks Chapter 117 Mother, you're not old at all
Chapter 117 Mother, you're not old at all
Ever since Su Nuannuan had the idea of opening a doll shop, she didn't hesitate to write another letter to her third brother. Not only that, she also carefully prepared all sorts of cute and interesting doll design drawings and put them together with the letter.
The person in charge of delivering the message was Tingfeng. When he took the item from Su Nuannuan, he froze instantly, staring wide-eyed at the object in his hand, his mouth slightly open, and the corners of his lips twitching uncontrollably a few times.
Because what was presented to him could hardly be called a simple letter! The thick stack of papers was comparable to a heavy book.
Apart from the sheet of paper inside the envelope that could indeed be considered a normal letter, the rest of the paper, densely covered with drawings and annotations, looked nothing like a letter in the ordinary sense.
Tingfeng couldn't help but speculate, wondering what kind of complex and interesting expression would appear on the face of the elegant and always calm Third Young Master when he received such a so-called "letter." Perhaps he would be so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, and then shake his head and smile bitterly... Thinking of this, Tingfeng quickly realized that he must not show such disrespectful thoughts in front of his master, otherwise his life would probably be in danger.
At this moment, Su Yuan was extremely busy. He not only had to manage his already complex business affairs, but also had to find time to help manage his sister Su Nuannuan's businesses. In addition, and more importantly, he also had to do his best to complete the various arduous tasks assigned to him by his sister.
All the estates, large and small, throughout the entire Zhenguo Duke's mansion, including the one reserved specifically for his sister as part of her dowry, required his meticulous management and careful arrangement. From morning till night, Su Yuan barely had time to catch his breath, constantly spinning like a top.
For the first time, the idea of marriage actually crossed Su Yuan's mind. He thought that he didn't necessarily need to find a daughter from a wealthy and powerful family; anyone who could help him manage his business and dare to show her face in public would suffice. He had absolutely no interest in those noble ladies. In his eyes, they seemed to be molded from the same mold, all the same and utterly uninteresting.
Thinking about this, Su Yuan felt that marriage was quite feasible. Without hesitation, he turned and headed straight for the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion to discuss the matter with his mother.
As soon as he stepped into the mansion, Su Yuan hurriedly went to where his mother was. Before he could even stand still, he said impatiently, "Mother, I want to get married!"
Upon hearing this, the Duchess of Zhenguo was initially taken aback, her face filled with astonishment. But in an instant, this astonishment transformed into joy and delight. She quickly pressed, "Oh my! My son, you actually want to get married? Tell your mother quickly, which family's daughter has caught your eye?"
Su Yuan just smiled and shook his head, replying nonchalantly, "Mother, there isn't a suitable person yet. Isn't that why I'm waiting for you to lend a hand and find me a good girl?"
Upon hearing this, the Duchess of Zhenguo smiled and readily agreed, "Alright, alright, Mother will find it for you. It just so happens that Mother has some portrait albums of noble ladies from unmarried families." After saying this, she turned to her maid Lingxiang and instructed, "Lingxiang, quickly go and fetch those portrait albums."
"Lingxiang, wait a moment!" Upon hearing the name of a noblewoman, Su Yuan hurriedly called out to Lingxiang, who was about to leave. He then quickly turned around and said to his mother with a serious expression, "Mother, I really don't want to marry a noblewoman. The wife I hope for should be someone who can venture into the business world with me and run a business together."
Upon hearing her third son's unusual criteria for choosing a spouse, the Duchess of Zhenguo frowned slightly. After a moment's thought, she replied, "If we really follow your requirements, then I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to look for suitable women in merchant families." She pondered to herself, though it wasn't entirely impossible, she still had some concerns.
After all, the daughters of merchants may differ from young ladies from aristocratic families in terms of upbringing and perspective, and it is indeed worrying whether they can successfully integrate into such noble circles in the future.
However, Su Yuan did not back down. He hesitated for a moment, then argued, "Perhaps there are some exceptional women among noble families? Maybe they have the talent and interest in business, even though they come from prestigious families." Even so, he himself was not sure whether he could really find such an ideal partner.
"Looking for an outlier among noble ladies? How could you even think of that!" The Duchess of Zhenguo rolled her eyes in annoyance, her gaze fixed on her unruly third son.
"Besides, your second brother isn't even married yet, so no matter how anxious you are, it won't help." A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Duchess of Zhenguo, and she looked at her third son with gentle and loving eyes, as if scolding him for his ignorance.
Upon seeing his mother's smile, Su Yuan couldn't help but shudder. But he still pouted slightly and muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction, "I know, Mother! You just want me to urge my second brother to get married soon!"
"Since you know, why don't you hurry up and do it?" Seeing his expression, the Duchess of Zhenguo smiled and casually raised a foot to gently kick Su Yuan.
Seeing this, Su Yuan nimbly leaped away, quickly dodging his mother's attack, and hurriedly replied, "Okay, okay, I'll go urge her right away, I'll go urge her right away!" After saying that, he ran out as fast as he could.
"Hey! You brat, how dare you dodge me!" The Duchess of Zhenguo watched Su Yuan's departing figure, her hands on her hips, and shouted at the top of her lungs.
Seeing her mistress so disregarding her image, Lingxiang, who was standing to the side, quickly stepped forward and gently reminded her, "Madam, mind your image, mind your image..."
When Lady Zhenguo heard Lingxiang's reminder, she was startled and quickly released her hands from her hips.
At the same time, she subconsciously tried to regain her composure, so she quickly straightened her clothes with her hands. However, before she had completely tidied her clothes, a clear voice suddenly drifted from afar.
"Mother, you are not old at all!" This voice, like the warmest sunshine in spring, pierced straight through the layers of courtyards and corridors, reaching the ears of the Lady of Zhenguo with perfect clarity.