Chapter 1702 - 1613: Return to the Imperial City (Part 2)

"Besides, who says we have to make vegetarian meals? The young monk complained that living on the mountain makes eating and drinking inconvenient, and they don’t have enough ingredients to make so many vegetarian meals. We’ll just rent them the dining hall at the Holiday Village and sell them the ingredients. After all, they’re going to buy groceries anyway. We can donate some incense money when the time comes. When the visitors come for vegetarian meals, we’ll just sell them some fruit," Julian Leighton said slyly, "We’re doing a good deed; the temple should thank us."

Marcus Quinn frowned and said, "No wonder your family is in mining."

Julian Leighton: "???"

Tara Chase shrugged towards her, and then went back to the villa to sleep with Marcus Quinn.

Julian Leighton instantly deflated like a frost-bitten eggplant, thinking, what kind of Holiday Village owner doesn’t want to make money?

Back in the bedroom, Tara went to take a shower, and when she came out, Marcus Quinn casually picked up a dry towel to help her dry her wet hair.

"Julian Leighton’s young; he doesn’t understand the consequences of actions. Don’t take his words too seriously," Tara snuggled under the covers, lying on the bedhead, her eyes closed, enjoying the pampering from her dear husband.

Marcus Quinn gently wiped her hair, his face softened a bit, and said quietly, "Yeah, he comes from a wealthy family, hasn’t faced hardships, and is fearless. I understand."

Tara nodded. They had both faced life and death, so they held reverence, and looked upon wealth lightly.

Marcus Quinn helped her dry her hair, kissed her face, and said softly, "Tara, I just want you to be happy. As for making money, as long as we work honestly, we’ll have what we should have."

"Mm." Tara reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and then slipped her somewhat cold hands into his shirt, laughing, "Marcus Quinn is the most capable. I’m not worried at all."

Marcus Quinn pressed down her wandering hands, his gaze deepened and he silenced her with a passionate kiss.

Julian Leighton’s proposal was ruthlessly rejected. Originally thinking the matter was over, the next afternoon, a monk from the temple came to visit. Marcus Quinn and Water Uncle went to receive him, while Tara pulled Julian Leighton aside.

"What’s going on?"

"They came to discuss cooperation," Julian Leighton said listlessly, "You guys don’t want to make money, but they want to improve their lives."

Tara sat at the back of the dining hall, looked at the rows of preserved meat racks, motioned Julian Leighton to sit down, and said, "This kind of money can’t be earned. Even if Marcus Quinn agrees to lend the dining hall to the temple, we’d still have to subsidize money."

Julian Leighton’s eyes suddenly widened, and he said, "Sis, people like you and Marcus Quinn are rare in this society."

Tara smiled slightly. If he wasn’t taller than her and pretending to be a playboy all day, she would have patted his head and said earnestly, "Young and fearless."

"Tell me about your family. Your family is in mining; how come you’re wandering to such a rural area?" Tara said with a smile.

"Who said I’m wandering? I’m on holiday, on holiday," Julian Leighton instantly became defensive, his voice gradually lowered, and said hoarsely, "Maybe because my dad did too many bad things, and the retribution came down on his son."

"First be a person, then do things, and later talk about making money," Tara said flatly.

Julian Leighton fell silent for a moment, not believing he was being lectured by someone his age. Opening his mouth to retort, he suddenly thought of the people he had met in the Holiday Village these past few days. Tara Chase was undoubtedly the smartest, and besides Tara, whether it was Marcus Quinn, Water Uncle’s family, or the villagers, they all had the most honest sides to their characters.

The people here are really kind-hearted, unlike those he encountered in the Imperial City, like people from two different worlds.

"Tara, did you choose Marcus Quinn because of his character?" Julian Leighton asked. He had a sharp eye. A girl like Tara, in the Imperial City, would have many suitors, including sons of prominent families, but she married Marcus Quinn.

"Character is fundamental; everything else is a cloud. Obviously, there’s also his looks. Marcus Quinn is very handsome and manly. You little kids don’t understand that kind of masculinity," Tara’s eyes curved into crescents, laughing.

Julian Leighton: "..."

Not long afterwards, the monk from the temple left, and Tara and Julian Leighton hurried back to the dining hall to ask the situation.

The situation was as Julian Leighton had said. Due to the scenic temple being on the mountain top, there were no mountain roads built, cars couldn’t go up, and daily necessities were basically carried up manually. The monks had to come down the mountain daily to shop.

Before the Holiday Village was established, this was a semi-abandoned village, so people visiting the temple to burn incense usually brought their own dry food every year, or they’d go hungry and return to the county to eat.