Too Much Money, Such Regret
As soon as Su Li said this, both Qiantang and Qian Miaomiao’s faces changed color at the same time—first green, then purple, so dramatic it was like a dye shop had opened!
"I—I don't believe it!" Qian Miaomiao gripped the edge of the table tightly.
She refused to believe there could be such a capable woman in the world—not only breathtakingly beautiful, but also a renowned mathematician, a brilliant stateswoman, a top chef, and now, supposedly the richest woman in Jin!
How could there possibly be such a perfect woman in this world!?
Qian Miaomiao simply didn’t believe it.
Su Li looked at Qian Miaomiao and said, "Miss Qian, did you forget that busboy you poached from Eight Flavors Treasure Restaurant, the one who called me 'Boss'?"
Qian Miaomiao paused, then remembered—that fake head chef had indeed called Su Li 'Boss.'
At the time, Qian Miaomiao hadn’t paid attention to that detail, but now that she thought about it, that fake chef really did seem to know Su Li, treating her with utmost respect.
"Because I am the owner of Eight Flavors Treasure Restaurant!" Su Li smiled gently at Qian Miaomiao. "It’s my restaurant, and every chef inside was personally trained by me. Of course, Eight Flavors Treasure isn’t my only business. If you don’t believe me, send someone to the capital to ask around—everyone knows the former Princess Qin is the best at making money, the wealthiest businesswoman in Jin."
Qian Miaomiao’s body began to tremble violently. Looking at Su Li’s expression and demeanor, she knew Su Li definitely wasn’t bragging.
Quentin Qian’s face looked just like a slab of pork liver.
Su Li smiled sweetly at Quentin Qian and said, "Lord Qian, people from small places like yours really haven’t seen much. Your ancestors were just peasants, never had much education, and never visited a big city to broaden their horizons. All those businesses and assets your Qian family owns—honestly, you’re only considered rich in this poor southeastern backwater. If you tossed your family into the Capital, your assets wouldn’t amount to anything; you probably wouldn’t even make it into the top hundred."
Quentin Qian’s chest heaved violently. He’d always thought himself noble, and no one in his clan dared speak to him like this. But now, a young woman not yet twenty was tearing him down, saying the Qian family was nothing!
But Su Li’s status was far too lofty. Even if Quentin Qian was furious, he didn’t dare show it openly—he could only glare at Su Li, trying to express his indignation.
Su Li didn’t give Quentin Qian any face at all, saying, "Lord Qian, those few million taels of silver your family has must have been hard-earned—probably took years to save up. I’ve had my own struggles too. Back when I was living in the village, making a few million a year was enough to make me happy. Unlike now, when a few tens of millions pass through my hands every year, but I don’t feel the joy I once did in poverty."
Su Li paused, then put on a nostalgic look. "Honestly, I really miss those poor days in the countryside—making a few million a year was just enough. Unlike now, when tens of millions of silver flow through my hands and it all feels like just numbers. I almost regret growing my business so big. Too much money, and I’ve lost the innocence and joy I had at the start."
Quentin Qian’s face now looked completely lifeless. Su Li beamed at Mia Qian and said, "Miss Mia, you’re at least the daughter of a prominent family. You shouldn’t have to be forced into marriage with millions in dowry. If word got out, people would think there’s something wrong with you—that nobody wants you and your family has to offer such a huge dowry. Doesn’t that sound terrible, Miss Mia?"