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.

was

Literature as her major, but

own dreams and it didn’t

writing internet romance novels, Nanxi had a few

she started college, and since her family was so supportive

chose to capitalize on her

living expenses, a part of her tuition fees, and even allowed her to occasionally

quite satisfied with

Yinchu suddenly paused

unconsciously turned her head to look in the

sight made her cheeks burn with

characters written there were her work: “At the river’s

she had only written it last year during the lunar new year

her uncle would

she

she felt flustered and desired to hide, the man beside her pleasantly voiced,

incandescent lights that blended softly with the outside sunshine, casting a gentle glow on

seemed indifferent to whether

seem distant, yet at the same time it was not

his compliment, Nanxi became even more

eyelids a bit, she responded

to

her uncle during the same

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

this man in front of

Lu Yinchu had mentioned about his

not only appreciated it, but could also write

“Mr.

do you also

had time to think about

moment and then coolly let out a word,

regretted her question and lowered her head in

I’ve not

Nanxi choked, not knowing

a few steps forward,

relief, Nanxi thought, finally he had moved

way, is this

How much is it?”

Huh?

looking

I would like

‘At the river’s end, sit and

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