Chapter 855 - 184: Don’t Be a Weakling_3
"That’s his own moping dragging me down along with him!" Inner turmoil masked by outer calmness, beastly I say!
Seeing her mother-in-law’s smile freezing on her face, Pei Yuan hurriedly laughed, "Still want any more mung bean jelly?"
"No more!" Pei Qin waved her hand grandly, her posture that of one ready to wander the world, champion the cause of justice, and stride forth with great vigor.
Madam Zhao watched as Pei Qin made a show of high spirits but didn’t actually do anything, so she felt somewhat relieved. Indeed, as the saying goes, ’Nine dragons born of the same mother each are different.’ Fortunately, her daughter Yuanyuan was not frail but gentle and virtuous. After staying a day in Liu’er Alley and seeing Pei Yuan quite comfortable there with the maids from her dowry attending her, she felt reassured and went back home.
Pei Yuan then discussed with Pei Qin and Pei Qian about starting a shop. She wanted to open either an embroidery workshop or a ready-to-wear clothing store; first for income, and second to keep herself busy, "...everything at home is managed by my mother-in-law, so I don’t need to worry about it. Even when the child is born, there will be a wet nurse, so doing something will make my days more fulfilling."
Zhao Xiaochen was rarely at home, and even when he returned it was only briefly. Despite the uninterrupted correspondence, Pei Yuan still wanted to find something to do, so as not to be thinking about him every single day.
Upon hearing that she wanted to open a shop to keep busy, Pei Qin immediately expressed her support, "I’ll support you with two taels of silver!"
The corner of Pei Yuan’s mouth twitched, "I don’t need elder sister’s support with silver, just help me think of some styles."
The styles Pei Qin could come up with weren’t even usable! In her previous life, although she hadn’t cared about her dress, she was surrounded by beauties and had seen plenty of gorgeous clothes and accessories. But those outfits were either too revealing or peculiar, what kind of styles were those!
Pei Qian told her to just draw them, and then she would revise them with their second sister. Counting on the eldest sister to take an interest in these fashions was less likely than waiting for a wind from the northwest to change.
Pei Qin waved her hand and carelessly drew a pile of modern styles, some revealing and some simple.