"Smack!"

Wen Hui picked up a book and slammed it on the table, her expression stern.

The museum's offices retain their original design, with thick partitions lowered on the deep red wooden doors to prevent cold drafts from entering.

Despite the good soundproofing, sharp noises still emanated from the office.

Deputy Curator Liang's brow twitched, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

"What's going on? Why are they preparing to close off the venue outside?"

Before he could explain, he heard a familiar voice.

His father lifted the thick partition curtain and came in.

When Wenhui saw the old curator, she quickly got up to greet him.

"Director Liang, what brings you here?" Wen Hui asked suspiciously.

I just came here yesterday, and it's open again today?

With him there, Wenhui hesitated whether she should explain things clearly.

"Tell me quickly what happened. Why was the venue closed this afternoon?" Director Liang glanced at his son and then looked away with disdain.

Wenhui briefly explained the situation, already planning to put all the items away in an inconspicuous place.

Deputy Curator Liang wiped his forehead, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

"Nonsense! Who signed this contract?" Director Liang slammed his hand on the table, his chest heaving with anger.

His gaze sharpened as he looked at his son, then picked up his cane and struck him.

If he still doesn't understand, then he's a fool.

"Are you out of your mind? How could you cheat your own father like this?"

"Solve the problem immediately." Director Liang slumped onto the sofa, glaring at his son with a look of utter disappointment.

Does this exhibition have to be so important that he needs to specifically remind his son?

Isn't the real reason my son did this just to get the position of museum director?

After this exhibition, Wen Hui will likely retire.

However, only Director Liang knows about this, and it hasn't been announced to the public yet.

"Where's the contract? Find it quickly." Director Liang sighed.

Deputy Curator Liang felt a chill run down his spine and immediately got up to take the contract out of the drawer.

…

On the other side,

Lin Ziyan left the Ministry of Commerce, clutching a few museum tickets, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

These are the tickets for the day the foreign guests visited; they can't be bought outside.

Lu Qiuying: "Sister Fang invited us to her house for dinner. My brother and Xiao Jin will be there soon."

Lin Ziyan nodded, gazing at the snow scene outside the window, her thoughts wandering.

A moment later, she yawned again, and Lin Ziyan was instantly stunned, quickly asking,

What's the date today?

“The 24th, tomorrow is Lunar New Year’s Eve,” Lu Qiuying replied casually.

She parked her car at the gate and glanced at the house number.

Lin Ziyan was stunned. The 24th?

Her heart skipped a beat, and when she looked up at the white snow and red walls beside her, her gaze paused.

"Sister Fang said her home is nearby, but she didn't say it's right next to the city wall..." Lu Qiuying murmured.

Lin Ziyan didn't hear what she said clearly. She just looked down at her abdomen and was pretty sure that it was true.

Since there were no pregnancy tests available at that time, I could only wait until the next day to go to the hospital to take a test.

“What are you thinking about? Fang’s house is here, the house number says…” Lu Qiuying paused.

Fangjie stood at the door and waved to them.

After getting out of the car, Lin Ziyan had a complicated expression and her gaze fell on Fang Jie's protruding belly.

"Sister Fang, is this really your home? This looks like some royal palace," Lu Qiuying said in surprise.

The glazed tiles at the entrance, the pattern painted with overlapping red and blue, the red pillars, the large lions...

Isn't this the style of a prince's mansion?

It seems that Brother Song is really out of his league.

Lin Ziyan glanced around and thought to herself, "Sister Fang is a true lady from a prominent family."

If it weren't for that upheaval, she would probably have grown up here and gotten married...

"This used to be a royal residence." Fangjie was unwilling to talk much about her family.

Song Yi's family didn't dare to cause trouble and were kicked out by the Mu family.

After the family was exonerated, the ancestral home was returned to them.

The Mu family's distant relatives had been looking after the child until she returned, at which point the child was handed over to her.

The ancestral home is now registered in her name.

Mu Fang has no plans to return to Beijing to live permanently; she wants to donate the house to the government.

She doesn't know what the procedures are yet; she's only heard that the government will give her a different house or land in the suburbs.

The thresholds inside the mansion are very high, and there are signs of decay everywhere.

Mu Fang originally planned to repair it and then stay in Beijing for a few days, but when she thought of her parents who had died by hitting their heads against a pillar in this very room, she felt as if her throat was being choked.

“There’s an earth dragon here…” Lu Qiuying clicked her tongue a few times.

In the past, only wealthy families would install underfloor heating; ordinary families almost always burned charcoal for warmth.

Mu Fang smiled faintly, "I plan to donate this place."

"If it weren't for my father's students saving this place, it would probably be a pile of ruins by now."

Lin Ziyan sat on a thickly cushioned chair and picked up an osmanthus cake to eat.

She liked the place as soon as she came in, especially the artificial hills and flowing water.

They are now sitting in the main room, and can still vaguely see the red walls outside.

Just across the street, yet they are two completely different worlds.

Lu Qiuying took a few sips of tea. "If you want to donate it, I can find someone to handle the paperwork for you."

"When we exchange our houses for other places, it seems we can get a courtyard house of the same size."

Mu Fang's gaze was indifferent. The capital city had changed beyond recognition. No matter how big the house was, it could not be called a home without family members.

Wherever she is, that is her home.

Now she has friends, a husband, and is about to have a child; she should be content.

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