Chapter 460 Is there something wrong with this painting?

After Zhang Fujia said this, the room fell silent.

Zhang Fujia was filled with shame and indignation, and gritted his teeth as he said, "I want to save my first time for my future wife, is there a problem with that?"

The group then seemed to snap out of their daze and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Seeing Zhang Fujia's face growing increasingly grim, he finally suppressed his smile and said seriously, "No problem, no problem."

They didn't really mean to laugh at him; they just found it amusing that someone as serious as him could be so pure and earnest in matters of the heart.

After they finished laughing, they turned their attention to Ye Wanxi, wanting to hear what she had to say.

Unexpectedly, she only asked in return, "Even in dreams?"

Zhang Fujia's expression stiffened slightly, and he fell silent.

Seeing his appearance, how could the others not understand?

This was already a rather awkward question, but Zhang Xiaoxiao, being the kind of person who wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of it, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother, is it really true?"

Zhang Fujia wished he could dig a hole and bury himself right there. It's normal for teenage boys to be restless and have erotic dreams.

Although Zhang Fujia was well past puberty, he had never been close to a woman since birth. To exaggerate, he was even more virtuous than Liu Xiahui.

It's not surprising that I've been having more dreams about this lately. I just think it's because I've been having too many worries and getting too tired, plus my parents occasionally urging me to get married, so I'm thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night.

Unexpectedly...

Ye Wanxi glanced at him and suggested, "Let's go upstairs first."

When Ye Wanxi said she wanted to go upstairs, none of the others objected.

Zhang Fujia naively thought that the awkward topic was over and breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the next second Ye Wanxi said, "Tell me about your dream in detail?"

Zhang Fujia: "???" Let him die!

There's really nothing to say about Zhang Fujia's dream; he himself couldn't bring himself to talk about it.

He talked vaguely and repeatedly, but there was only one thing worth noting.

He had been having erotic dreams for several days in a daze, but in the end, he couldn't even remember what the other person's face looked like.

This made several girls in the room feel sorry for the female protagonist in the dream. If this happened in real life, the man would be a scumbag who eats and runs away, and is irresponsible!

Zhang Fujia: "..." Do you guys have some serious illness? Is that the point? Is that the point?!

Given Zhang Fujia's own "confession," the first place the group went to was naturally Zhang Fujia's bedroom.

As someone who has never been in a relationship, Zhang Fujia's bedroom fits the characteristics of all single men's bedrooms: simple, spacious, and tidy.

Although the latter should be attributed more to the hardworking housekeeper.

Ye Wanxi walked around the bedroom and keenly detected a few lingering traces of yin energy, indicating that something unusual had indeed been in the room not long ago.

But that was all; she didn't see anything particularly noteworthy inside.

"If there's no problem here, let's go check out other places."

The Zhang siblings breathed a sigh of relief, but then they remembered that the noteworthy thing wasn't in Zhang Fujia's room, but elsewhere.

Recently, it's highly likely that he's been wandering around the house without their knowledge, which has made both of them green with envy.

Zhang Xiaoxiao cautiously led Ye Wanxi from one end of the second-floor corridor to the other, but still found nothing, so they had to move on to the third floor.

Finally, it stopped in front of a uniquely shaped gate.

"here it is……"

“This is my father’s collection room.” Zhang Xiaoxiao thought Ye Wanxi was interested because the door was different from the doors in the other rooms.

He then explained, “My dad is an antique collector. He likes to collect old paintings and other antiques. As you know, antiques are rare and hard to come by. My dad treats these things like his lifeblood, afraid that something might happen to them. That’s why he specially had a high-tech combination lock made to prevent anyone from going in and damaging or stealing his treasures.”

Wen Caiyi knew more about this than the others. Her maternal grandfather was a famous master of traditional Chinese painting, while Zhang Xiaoxiao's father was a genuine lover of ancient paintings.

Several of the paintings that Wen Caiyi's maternal grandfather had previously auctioned off were in Zhang's father's collection room.

It was precisely because of this relationship that the two met at a young age.

Ye Wanxi stared at the door for a while, then asked, "Can we go inside and take a look?"

Zhang Xiaoxiao glanced at her brother and nodded, saying, "Yes, my brother can open the door to this room."

Despite saying that, Zhang Xiaoxiao's eyes still couldn't help but reveal a hint of apprehension and worry.

As if sensing her concern, Ye Wanxi proactively promised, "Don't worry, we'll only go in for a quick look, and we won't touch your father's treasures unless absolutely necessary."

As for what constitutes necessity, everyone knows the answer.

Even so, Zhang Xiaoxiao breathed a huge sigh of relief and smiled shyly at Ye Wanxi.

The door was quickly opened, and what was inside truly opened the eyes of Ye Wanxi and the others. There were all sorts of protective equipment, temperature control and dehumidification devices, and some things were even placed directly in a vacuum glass case. At first glance, it looked like they had entered a cultural relics museum.

This was also the first time Du Yihuan and her companion had entered Zhang Xiaoxiao's collection room, and they couldn't help but exclaim, "Xiaoxiao, your dad is really a professional!"

Zhang Xiaoxiao chuckled twice: "My dad always says that antiques are the most precious things because they are old and made of old materials. Especially those ancient paintings and sculptures, they are prone to insects and decay if the air is slightly humid or the temperature is slightly high. There are so many things to consider. Anyway, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't have the patience to take care of these things."

While the group was talking, Ye Wanxi had already carried the little rabbit around the room, looking for anything unusual while also trying to guess the age of the antiques to make sure that Zhang's father hadn't been scammed into buying fakes.

This leisurely mood vanished instantly when they reached a rectangular brocade box.

What's in there?

The group's attention was immediately drawn to it. Zhang Fujia stepped forward and took a look: "A painting, this is a painting, a landscape painting."

"Would it be convenient to take it out and have a look?"

Zhang Fujia remained silent for a moment, but ultimately chose to compromise.

"Can."

Zhang Fujia put on soft white gloves and carefully took out the ancient painting and unfolded it.

As he said, the box contained a very beautiful landscape painting, with majestic mountains, rugged cliffs, lush vegetation, and babbling streams, all vividly depicted on the paper.

The brushstrokes are simple yet expressive, demonstrating exceptional skill; one can tell at a glance that it is definitely the work of a master.

Ye Wanxi stared at the words with a serious expression, and even leaned closer to examine the edges of the paper carefully.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoxiao asked anxiously, "Miss Ye, is there a problem with this painting?"

(End of this chapter)