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.

writing, but was not obsessed with

Literature as her major, but not for the purpose of

and it didn’t include becoming

novels, Nanxi

was so supportive and loving, she felt guilty

result, she chose to capitalize on her

covered her living expenses, a part of her tuition fees, and even

was quite satisfied with

Yinchu suddenly

guard, she unconsciously turned her head

the sight made her cheeks burn with

“At the river’s end, sit and watch

characters, and she had only written it last year during the lunar new year at

idea that her uncle would actually display it in the

gritted teeth, she felt utterly

she felt flustered and desired to hide, the man beside

of the store was lit with incandescent lights that blended softly with the outside sunshine, casting a gentle glow on the man’s

there, he seemed indifferent to whether the surrounding

yet at the same

Nanxi became even more

eyelids a bit, she responded in a soft voice,

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

her

writing it and even though she wasn’t the

front of her, she thought, this won’t be

Yinchu had

be possible that he not only appreciated

“Mr.

you

to think about it, the question had already

man was taken aback for a moment and then coolly let out

her question and lowered her head

“But I’ve not written much,

not knowing what to say

softly, finally moved a few steps forward, and

a sigh of relief, Nanxi thought,

is this piece of yours

How much is it?”

Huh?

looking at him in

like

line of poetry: ‘At the river’s end,

regardless of how amateurish and third-rate the skills of