Seeing Fu Yisheng and Lu Qingqing escorted over with admiration, Zhao Lin felt a little uneasy.
Song Xiuluan, with his thick skin, greeted Fu Yisheng and Lu Qingqing enthusiastically: "Feel free to look, feel free to choose—everything in our store is top-notch! Jadeite is a natural treasure, formed from the essence of heaven and earth. As the saying goes, 'A fortune of ten thousand is not worth a single piece of jade.' Fu Sheng, isn't it about time you gifted Mrs. Fu a piece?"
Fu Yisheng, always one to spar with him, raised a brow and said, "A fortune of ten thousand is not worth a single piece of jade? Isn't it supposed to be 'A fortune of ten thousand is not worth a shard of Ru porcelain'? Or perhaps 'A fortune of ten thousand is not worth a piece of ebony wood.'"
"You're so full of nonsense!" Song Xiuluan shot him a dramatic eye-roll.
Lu Qingqing quickly took her husband's side, "Boss Song, we're just stating facts. What did a fortune of ten thousand ever do to anyone?"
