My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 96. Can't help but tease, can't help but tease.

Chapter 95. Unable to resist teasing

After Qin Liu finally leaves, Cheng Songer took off the sock from her other foot and soaked it in the water. The shimmering water sparkled and made a splashing sound as it moved with the ripples.

While soaking her feet, Cheng Songer continued to do calculations, her hands not idle.

Cheng Qingzhi leaned over, kneeling behind her with his knees, his arms embracing her from behind. His soft long hair brushed against her neck, like a spoiled little kitten.

"You guess how much I earned today?" Cheng Songer glanced at him.

Cheng Qingzhi shook his head, "I don't know."

Business matters were women's affairs, and as a man, he couldn't stand in the forefront.

He could only watch Cheng Songer busy outside, but he could vaguely hear the bustling voices in the shop today, indicating a thriving business.

Cheng Songer proudly adjusted the abacus, "After deducting the wages of the employees and the cost of goods, a total of 15 taels and 2 qian."

"So much?" Cheng Qingzhi was truly surprised.

Although Cheng Songer often came back with a large sum of money before, it was because she was clever and always seized the best opportunities.

But he didn't expect that Cheng Songer's casual idea could also earn more than ten taels of silver in a day.

Ordinary families in Chengjia Village worked hard in the fields and only earned a dozen taels of silver in a year. They would gladly split a penny in half to spend. Yet Cheng Songer effortlessly earned in a day what others earned in a year.

"Fifteen taels of silver in a day, what about a month?" Cheng Qingzhi asked.

"Yeah, conservatively estimated, we can earn 400 taels this month." Cheng Songer handed him the account book. "Take a look."

"You know I can't read." The only words Cheng Qingzhi could write were Cheng Songer and Cheng Qingzhi, which he learned from her repeatedly teaching him with tree branches in the snow.

That snowy night, he engraved their names in his heart.

"I'll teach you. Anyway, you'll have to learn to manage the household in the future." Cheng Songer dried her feet and climbed onto the bed.

"Learning characters can be troublesome, but learning abacus is still very easy." She picked up the abacus, and the beads on the abacus made a clattering sound, while she recited the abacus formula: "One up one, two up two, three up three. . ."

Cheng Qingzhi had seen others using an abacus before, usually mature and steady middle-aged women, leaning on the counter, calculating with shrewdness in their eyes, manipulating the abacus beads like counting greasy coins, indescribably vulgar.

But Cheng Songer was different. Her fingers danced skillfully on the abacus, delicate like playing the strings of a piano, producing crisp sounds of the abacus with her fingertips, like the splashing of a clear spring in the mountains.

Cheng Qingzhi couldn't take his eyes off her. How could someone make the act of manipulating an abacus look so beautiful, as if playing with a delicate toy?

After that incident, Songer treated him with tenderness, not touching him for two days. . . He also wanted to experience the gentle pleasure in Songer's hands. . .

"Don't get distracted." Cheng Songer's voice carried a smile.

Cheng Qingzhi snapped out of his daze, retracting his mesmerized gaze.