Huangfu Jing's expression softened considerably upon hearing that Lin Yue had taught Zhao Erhu about this matter. The coldness in his eyes dissipated quickly, replaced by a smile. However, Huangfu Jing somewhat disdained Zhao Erhu's constant reference to "wife," finding it rather vulgar. After all, Erhu did come from humbler origins, and even though he had become a wealthy merchant by now, he still retained a bit of a country bumpkin's naivety. Nevertheless, the term "wife" sounded quite novel to him.
"Your wife is indeed smarter than you. Telling the truth was the right thing to do. Did she instruct you on anything else?" Huangfu Jing asked, his curiosity peaking. Thinking back on his limited interactions with Lin Yue, he considered her a bright and insightful woman. With such a capable wife by his side, it was no wonder that Zhao Erhu, a man from the mountains, had managed to amass such wealth from nothing.