WBSGVS Chapter 260 Part 1

Chapter 260

Since getting married, this was the very first time Wei Xuwei had ever talked back to Shao Mingxuan.

And afterward, she was surprised to find that her heart felt lighter.

Back in Qingli’s room, she opened her daughter’s computer, planning to look up some information. At the same time, she absentmindedly grabbed one of her daughter’s sketchbooks.

The moment she clicked on the search bar—before even typing—several past searches popped up:

[Most Famous Companion Chat Shops in the Capital]
[Top Ten Male Companion Chat Shops in the Capital]

Wei Xuwei: “…”

Sure, last night had felt cathartic, but seeing with her own eyes that her daughter had searched these things for her… as a mother, she honestly wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment.

She covered her burning cheeks, let out a helpless laugh, quickly deleted the keywords so she wouldn’t have to see them again, and then started her real search: what do you need to open a restaurant?

She had never started a business before.

But… it wasn’t her money anyway!

Maybe it was the influence of last night’s eight handsome, gentle, thoughtful male hosts, each with their own unique style, but Wei Xuwei realized her patience for Shao Mingxuan had definitely shrunk.

Whether she divorced him or not—she’d think about that later.

But in this marriage, she had to get something out of it.

Opening a store—or at least gaining the experience of opening one—would be something she could claim for herself.

If it failed, so what? It was Shao Mingxuan’s money on the line.

Her daughter had blown nearly 300,000 in a single night. She had a million and wanted to open a restaurant—in comparison, she wasn’t even playing on the same field as her daughter.

With that in mind, Wei Xuwei picked up a pen and began jotting notes in the sketchbook.

First: figure out what she could actually do.
Next: choose a location.
Then, all the health permits, business licenses, and endless paperwork that would need to be prepared.

Just reading it made her head spin. Half the terms were things she had never even heard of.

But then she remembered her daughter had said she wanted to see a business plan that evening, and suddenly she felt a strange kind of pressure—as if she didn’t get it done, her daughter would be disappointed. That pressure pushed her to keep digging into research, even calling up people to ask for advice.

She didn’t have many friends, but she had a few.

By noon, her brain was overflowing with ideas. She asked the housekeeper to throw together a quick bowl of noodles, then went right back to her daughter’s room to continue working. A business plan wasn’t something simple. She kept at it until after five in the afternoon before she finally managed to scrape together a draft.

Of course, one crucial piece was still blank: the type of restaurant.

That, she figured, she’d decide together with her daughter.

Qingli’s elementary school wasn’t far—only about a twenty-minute drive—so by 5:30 she was already home.

The little girl came bouncing in wearing a frilly dress, looking pink, sweet, and utterly adorable. But the first thing out of her mouth was a bright smile and:

“Mom, did you finish the business plan for the restaurant?”

A perfectly normal child’s question.

But to Wei Xuwei, it felt exactly like being a student again, cornered by a teacher demanding homework she hadn’t really figured out. She gave a small cough and muttered, “Y-yes… it’s done.”

“Come on, let’s see.” Qingli tugged her into the room to look at the document.

Wei Xuwei opened the file. “I wasn’t sure what type of restaurant to choose, so I wanted to ask you.”

Qingli scrolled quickly, skimming line after line, then nodded. “Mom, think about what you make best.”

“Desserts… fried chicken… spicy wings… Orleans-style wings…” Wei Xuwei ticked them off on her fingers, nerves prickling like a student called on in class, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Her daughter really did seem different now.

But just as she was marveling over that, the little girl swallowed hard and said sweetly, “Mom, I want Orleans wings too… and blueberry ice cream…”

Snapped back to herself, Wei Xuwei relaxed again and smiled indulgently. “Alright. Ice cream tonight, wings tomorrow. Deal?”

“Deal!” Qingli beamed, then pointed at the document. “So let’s set it as a dessert-and-snack shop. Fried chicken, roast chicken—we can even add oden. And the place has to look really pretty…”

“Mm, that makes sense.” Wei Xuwei nodded quickly, nudged her daughter off the chair, and sat down to type everything in.

Qingli stood by her side, watching.

Her mother’s face already carried traces of age, her hands rough from years of cooking. But the focus in her eyes was no longer fragile.

Wei Xuwei had endured years of pretending not to notice her husband’s wandering heart—that alone showed her resilience. As long as she wasn’t blinded by “love brain,” she had every potential to become a strong, independent woman.

It seemed she was finally on the right path.

Money had its own magic. Once you realized you could earn it yourself, you didn’t want to stop.

Once this restaurant started generating steady profit, Wei Xuwei might not even want to go back to just being a housewife.

The next day was the weekend.

Finally, Qīnglí could sleep in.

But at a little past eight in the morning, Wèi Xǔwēi was already calling her up:
“Sweetheart, come with Mom today to check out some shop locations. I’ve found a few I like, but they all seem about the same. I want you to tell me which one feels best, then we’ll decide.”

Qīnglí woke up immediately, tossed off the covers, and climbed out of bed.

Maybe this was just her fate—to be busy even as a kid. No real rest.