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

her major, but not for the purpose

her own dreams and it

writing internet romance novels, Nanxi had

college, and since her family was so supportive and loving, she felt guilty about the idea of using their

chose to

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

was quite satisfied with

Yinchu suddenly paused his

her head to look in the direction

her surprise, the sight made

“At the river’s end, sit and

had only written it last year during the lunar new year at her uncle’s

no idea that her uncle would actually display

gritted teeth, she felt

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

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

there, he seemed indifferent to whether the surrounding environment was noisy

made him seem distant, yet at the same time it was not abrasive or offending

his compliment, Nanxi became even

bit, she responded in a soft voice,

would immediately move on to the

piece was written by her uncle during the same

writing it and even though she wasn’t the

least, to casually swindle this man in front

she abruptly remembered what Lu Yinchu had mentioned about

possible that he not only appreciated it,

“Mr.

do you

about

taken aback for a moment and then

regretted her question and lowered

I’ve not written much, and

choked, not knowing what to

few steps forward, and started observing

a sigh of relief, Nanxi thought, finally he had moved

way, is this piece of yours

How much is it?”

Huh?

looking at him

like

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

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