Witty Wife, Better Life-Chapter 857 - 847: It’s Dumb Not to Make Money When You Can

On the thirtieth, at noon, Shen Yunfang went to the farm with her two children to join the celebration with all the workers who were sticking to the front line of work. Li Hongjun couldn’t accompany her this time, as he had to go to the military to celebrate with his soldiers. In short, both husband and wife were busy.

In the afternoon, Shen Yunfang drove home, and Li Hongjun had not yet returned. She sent the two children to take their naps and, without resting herself, went into the kitchen to start preparing for the family reunion dinner that evening.

She didn’t skip any of the frying, sautéing, or deep-frying; after all, it was New Year’s, and these had to be fully prepared.

As she was busy in the kitchen, Li Hongjun came back.

He saw a sack next to the door as he entered the house and said, "Wife, what’s in the sack at the door? Do you need me to take care of it?"

"Inside are letters from viewers to me. You don’t need to handle them. I’ll take a look after we’ve had dinner," explained Shen Yunfang.

Upon hearing that the letters were addressed to his wife, Li Hongjun’s face darkened. So many letters, there must be some from men. What were these people thinking? Didn’t they know that the two children on the show were his wife’s biological daughters and son? How shameless could they be to still hold thoughts like that?

"These people, you don’t know them. Why bother reading the letters? It’s just a hassle. Just send them all back," commanded Li Hongjun.

"I’d like to, but the company said some viewers are very insistent. They didn’t even write a return address when they sent the letters, which makes it hard to deal with. So they selected some to send to me. I figured since we’ve made quite a bit of money thanks to these viewers, and we don’t really have much of a way to give back, it’s the least I could do to take some time to read a few letters. Don’t just stand around. After we have dinner, you can join me in reading them," Shen Yunfang managed affairs while busy and didn’t even turn to look at her husband’s scowl.

Li Hongjun just found the sack displeasing to the eye. He moved it to the bathroom for a while and then to the balcony before Shen Yunfang called him over to help, and that’s when he finally stopped fussing over the letters.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was certainly sumptuous. Shen Yunfang pulled out all the stops to put together an elaborate spread of dishes. They had the space for it and weren’t worried about not finishing and wasting food.

The family gathered and joyfully ate their reunion dinner. After putting down their chopsticks, the two children wanted to watch TV.

Shen Yunfang didn’t stop them, but the condition for watching TV was clear. She had cooked the meal, so the children were to clear the dishes, and washing the dishes was Li Hongjun’s task.

Once everything was in order, Shen Yunfang was ready to start reading letters. Still, after searching the whole house, she couldn’t find where the sack of letters had gone.

"Li Hongjun, where did you put that sack I had by the door?" Unable to find it herself, she had to call out.

Li Hongjun was battling a pool of pots, pans, and utensils, and didn’t want to entertain his wife’s inquiry, but he couldn’t just ignore her, "You rest a bit first; you’ve been busy all day. I’ll look for it in a while," he still didn’t like the idea of his wife going through the letters.

"There’s so many, how long will it take just one person to get through them? Just tell me where you put them, I’ll start, and when you’re done, you can join me," Shen Yunfang figured that there had to be at least a thousand letters. Just opening them would take some effort, let alone reading them.

Finally, Li Hongjun had no choice but to speed up his work, trying to finish quickly so he could be by his wife’s side.

Most of the letters were written in English, with only a very few in Stick Country’s language. Shen Yunfang could understand English, but she had no way with Stick Country’s language.

Li Hongjun couldn’t even speak English clearly, so reading it was out of the question. Thus, he could only help his wife by opening the letters and letting her read them.

The letters were mostly filled with praise for "Feiyang," those wishing to befriend "Feiyang," as well as compliments on how adorable Feiyang’s two children were. Some even asked whether they could meet Miss "Feiyang" if they visited Feiyang Farm.

Of course, there were also bold declarations of love—phrases like "love at first sight" and "completely smitten at second sight" were written quite cheesily—but Li Hongjun couldn’t understand them, and Shen Yunfang wasn’t foolish enough to tell him, so there were no issues.

"Huh, what’s this?" As Shen Yunfang dumped out the contents of an envelope, a check was also tucked inside with the letter. Looking at it, she wondered why it resembled a remittance slip so much. After all, Joseph had often sent her money transfers in the past.

Li Hongjun had seen paper slips like this before, so he grabbed it and examined both sides but couldn’t find any problems or determine its authenticity. "What does the letter say?" he asked.

Shen Yunfang unfolded the letter and quickly began reading.

The letter was written by a man named Daniel Bruhl, a citizen of Stick Country.

Shen Yunfang curiously asked Li Hongjun, "Have you heard of this country?" He certainly hadn’t.

"No, could it be a scam?" Li Hongjun frowned.

"Let’s keep reading before we jump to conclusions," Shen Yunfang suggested, too polite to tell him her man was short-sighted. With so many countries in the world, some of which come and go overnight, it was premature to label the unknown as deceit.

Daniel was on a business trip in Stick Country when he happened to watch an episode of "The Life We Long For" and thereafter became a devoted fan of "Feiyang." In his letter, he earnestly expressed his wish to befriend "Feiyang" in real life.

Of course, he was not merely a fan; he also identified himself as a businessman. He had spotted a business opportunity on the show and, troubled by the lack of contact information (as he couldn’t enter the country just yet), resorted to writing letters to reach "Feiyang" or Feiyang Farm. He wanted to import various mushrooms from Feiyang Farm because he trusted "Feiyang," and by extension, the integrity of Feiyang Farm. To show his sincerity, he had sent a $10,000 deposit along with his letter.

Shen Yunfang examined the remittance slip over and over.

"I never imagined doing business like this, trusting someone’s character after watching an episode and sending such a generous $10,000 right off the bat." Even having lived two lifetimes, Shen Yunfang had never seen such a way of doing business. Today was indeed an eye-opener.

"It could be some sort of scam, right?" Li Hongjun’s guard was even stronger than Shen Yunfang’s.

"That’s not out of the question," Shen Yunfang nodded. Having been in business for a while, she understood that the tactics of swindlers were endless—with nothing they couldn’t dupe that you could imagine.

"Then we shouldn’t bother with it," Li Hongjun said as he grabbed the remittance slip from his wife’s hand and tossed it into the trash can. A person who sent their own wife money so easily was not someone he would favor.

"Hey, don’t do that, I haven’t finished yet," Shen Yunfang quickly rescued the remittance slip from the bin. "Wait until tomorrow, I will go to the bank to verify the authenticity of this slip. If it’s real, I’ll just ship the products according to the amount of money sent. If it’s fake, then I’ve just run a little errand, and there’s no chance of being scammed." After all, a fool would miss out on easy money. Since the remittance slip was mailed to her, it was worth a trip to the bank.

Afterwards, the pair teamed up to open all the letters in the sack for a quick scan. While there were no other letters as outlandish, they did find two letters enclosed with small gifts.

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Li Hongjun watched his wife trying on the necklaces in front of the vanity mirror, puffing up with annoyance. This woman really needed a lesson; how could she casually take things from others?