Last month, the profits from the shops multiplied several times over, which, logically speaking, ought to have been cause for a proper celebration. Yet, Shen Mingzhu had fallen ill. It wasn't quite a serious illness, just a bad cold.
"Look at you. I told you to rest well and not overwork yourself. Your father and I have already checked those account books several times over—why must you insist on tiring yourself out by auditing them again?"
Seeing her daughter’s pale complexion, Madam Shen felt an indescribable ache in her heart. Shen Mingzhu held the bowl of chicken soup Madam Shen had just brewed, sipping it slowly.
Chapter 31