Pampered by the Billionaire by Qin Dance

56: Chapter 55 God in the clouds, blinked _1 56: Chapter 55 God in the clouds, blinked _1 The shop’s door was open indicating that Liang Youquan was in today, and it seemed like he had customers inside.

Nanxi led Lu Yinchu in, her heart pounding with nervousness.

Lu Yincu spoke, “Don’t let your uncle neglect his business because of me, just show me around briefly and that’ll be fine.”

Nanxi nodded, “Alright.”

Off to one side, Liang Youquan had already noticed that Nanxi and a tall, well-dressed man had entered.

He looked quite surprised and was about to say something when Nanxi gave him a silencing gesture and a signal to continue serving the customers and ignore them.

Although Liang Youquan was puzzled, he knew attending to his customers was his priority and quickly turned his attention away.

The storefront of Liang Youquan’s shop was not very large, but compared to the other calligraphy and painting shops located on West Street, it was slightly bigger.

The surrounding walls had numerous calligraphic works and ink paintings hung up, most of which were done by Liang Youquan himself.

Some that seemed particularly valuable were created by Nanxi’s grandfather and her departed mother, and even a few were the leftovers of Nanxi’s great-grandfather.

After spending a long time transfixed on a painting left behind by Nanxi’s great-grandfather, Lu Yinchu looked away.

Apart from the works of Liang Youquan and a few from Liang Huiqing, the rest of the art within the shop were not for sale.

Nanxi gazed at the art written by her mother, feeling a touch of nostalgia.

She had known since long time her mother was literate and a talented woman.

Back in Hong Kong when their family was struggling financially, her mother had written calligraphy for others for a period of time.

Once her father’s business started progressing, after few years of struggle, the family finally owned a house in the vibrant city of Hong Kong and their lives became fulfilled.

Nanxi remembered that when she was a child, her mother taught her how to write with a calligraphy brush.

Perhaps, she had inherited her mother’s talent as her calligraphy wasn’t bad.

However, she rarely wrote, feeling that her work was too hideous compared to her mother’s.

Nanxi’s parents were mostly open-minded when it came to her education and would not force her into anything.

They encouraged her to pursue whatever she enjoyed…

For instance, despite demonstrating some talent in calligraphy, she had no real passion for it, and instead enjoyed telling little stories.

When she was in second grade, a 300-word children’s story she wrote was published in a children’s magazine, followed by a number of other small articles.

Nanxi felt she had problems expressing herself verbally, but strangely enough, she had no difficulty writing down her thoughts.

enjoyed writing, but was not obsessed

Chinese Literature as her major, but not for the

own dreams and it didn’t include

writing internet romance novels, Nanxi had a few reservations on

family was so supportive and loving,

a result, she chose to

had a regular income each month which covered her living expenses, a part of her tuition

quite satisfied with

Yinchu suddenly paused

Nanxi off guard, she unconsciously turned her head to look in

made her cheeks

written there were her work: “At the river’s end, sit and watch

she had only written it last year during the lunar new

no idea that her uncle would actually display it in

gritted teeth, she

she felt flustered and desired to hide, the man beside her pleasantly voiced, “You write pretty

store was lit with incandescent lights that blended softly with the outside sunshine, casting a gentle glow

to whether the surrounding environment

the same time it was not abrasive or offending in

his compliment, Nanxi became even

her eyelids a bit, she responded in a soft voice,

immediately move on to the next piece, so she was already

written by her uncle

to her after writing it and even though she wasn’t the best at

man in front of her, she

she abruptly remembered what Lu Yinchu had

not only appreciated it, but could also

“Mr.

do you also write

even had time to think about it,

a moment and then coolly let out

and lowered

man continued, “But I’ve not written

Nanxi choked, not knowing what to say

man laughed softly, finally moved a few steps forward, and

Nanxi thought, finally he

this piece of yours for

How much is it?”

Huh?

head, looking at him

I would like

love this line of poetry: ‘At the river’s end, sit and

liked this line of poetry, regardless of how amateurish and third-rate the skills of the author who had