Chapter 30: Chapter 28: The Meal Qiao Jing Made Instantly Conquered Her Mother-in-law and Sister-in-law

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Quack—quack—”, the sound of plucking and tucking, the movements extremely skilled, obviously not the first time.

Such a sight, honestly unbearable to watch.

After a while, Zhan Nanqing couldn’t sit still anymore and began to find fault and nitpick.

“This sofa is too uncomfortable to sit on, it’s both hard and pokey. Brother, let me find someone to change it to a new set of sofas for you?”

“And these pieces of furniture, aren’t they lacking in class?”

“There’s not even a single wall decoration.” When Zhan Nanqing said this, her eyes landed on the painting hanging beside the flower rack.

On the painting, two cats were teasing a grasshopper.

“Oh my, who painted this? It’s so ugly? Throw it away.” Zhan Nanqing approached the painting and was about to tear it down.

Just then, Lou Xinrou’s loud shout suddenly rang out.

“Don’t! Don’t throw it away!”

Zhan Nanqing was startled and turned to look at Lou Xinrou, “What’s wrong?”

Lou Xinrou hurried over, her eyes wide as she looked up and down the painting, her surprise growing more apparent the longer she looked.

The way Lou Xinrou acted caught the attention of Zhan Qipei and Su Manhan, not for any other reason but because Lou Xinrou’s grandfather, Old Master Lou, was the chairman of the Empire Calligraphy and Painting Association, Lou Pinshu.

Lou Xinrou had grown up by Lou Pinshu’s side, learning through observation and imitation, and had achieved some success in researching calligraphy and paintings.

It was because of this that Zhan Qipei and others were puzzled by Lou Xinrou’s strange behavior.

“This, this, this painting—” Lou Xinrou trembled with excitement.

“What’s wrong? Xinrou, is there a problem with this painting?” Zhan Nanqing couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“It’s true! It’s true! I’m not mistaken, this painting is a work by Master Han Zhiyu!”

When Lou Xinrou said this, the room fell into stunned silence!

Han Zhiyu! The most famous contemporary painter, known for his cat paintings.

Once, one of his paintings was auctioned for over three hundred million—a sky-high price!

“Han Zhiyu? How—how is that possible? I remember he’s old and has stopped painting!”

turned back to look at

this painting

It definitely was.

Qipei frowned

still not faded from Zhan Qipei’s face,

this painting really Qiao

girl from the countryside, how could she possibly own a Han Zhiyu

Jing

Qiao Jing’s words were intended for Zhan Qipei, unrelated to

from?” Lou Xinrou couldn’t wait

Jing glanced indifferently over the painting,

What a joke! Everybody knows Master Han, though exceptional in the art of traditional Chinese painting, is in poor health and seldom picks up the brush. This has led to his paintings being priceless and scarce in

not.” Qiao Jing couldn’t be bothered

indeed given to her by Han Zhiyu. In fact, because of his declining health and his search for medical help, he

that she got married—albeit temporarily—he still prepared

said and turned to look at

photo and sent it to my grandfather just now, and he replied that the painting is indeed

toward Qiao Jing, his dark and inscrutable gaze filled with

Master Han’s work, and he said he hopes you could sell it to him.

sale.” Qiao

expected Qiao Jing to

was just a cleaner at the research institute; once she made her offer, Qiao Jing would surely

a token of Old Master Han’s sincerity. Even if I were desperate for money, I wouldn’t sell it, not to mention—” Qiao Jing’s eyebrows lifted slightly, her tone changing as she continued her own thought:

Jing’s words left Lou Xinrou speechless and unable to come up with any response

Qiao Jing and

so unreasonable? Xinrou spoke to you

sale? Not selling means I’m being unreasonable? Whose logic is that? The logic of the Zhan Family?

“You—”

Nanqing!” Zhan Qipei

“Brother, she—”

are you guys. If she’s not selling, are you going to force her?” Zhan Qipei said as he fiddled with his chopsticks, looking at the seven or eight dishes on the table, his stomach started to growl

Sit down, and eat.

yet gracefully without losing

weren’t hungry, but seeing Zhan Qipei eating so deliciously, all

were all ordinary home-cooked dishes, but

there’s no way they could be better than the ones prepared by the

Manhan was the first to sit down, not because she was greedy,

pork and putting it in

delicious? Is this sure it’s

son eats this every day? No wonder she noticed her son had

another, thinking that if there was even the slightest displeasure in taste, they would

tasting the

their mouths, they really

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