Female Lead? Male Lead? Side CPIn the wilderness, a little girl was found. She couldn't speak and had no expression, like a living dead person.
Long Yanli thought he had picked up a littl...
Junlin presented a hand-painted longevity scroll, wishing him "boundless happiness and longevity, and ever-smooth sailing in the days to come."
"Good, good, good," the old man said, looking at his children and grandchildren with great affection.
"Young Master Jun's gift is very meaningful; it shows your filial piety towards the old man," everyone praised.
Long Yanli walked towards Old Master Jun, holding an antique sandalwood box.
Long Yanli smiled slightly and said casually, "Master Jun, I've heard that you have a special fondness for antiques. This pair of blue and white porcelain is bright and lustrous, and it's still well-preserved after hundreds of years."
Grandpa Jun took the box, opened it gently, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and nodded slightly, "Young Master Long's gift is just what I wanted."
Qin Zhiluo followed beside him and discreetly handed over the gift.
Grandpa Jun looked at the emerald green chessboard, clearly enamored with it. "Little Qin, do you know how to play chess?"
Qin Zhilu smiled slightly, "I know a little."
Grandpa Jun chuckled softly. What a modest girl. Only someone who knows chess can appreciate its wonders.
"Miss Qin has excellent taste."
"Miss Qin is none other than the chief designer, Sang Yuwan."
"The Qin family is full of talented women."
Everyone praised him and offered him gifts.
As Wei Lingxi passed Qin Zhiluo, she glanced at him. Under everyone's gaze, she presented the painting with feigned elegance, a fake smile on her face, and said in a coquettish voice, "Grandpa Jun, this is 'Autumn Wind' painted by the master of traditional Chinese painting, Hua Ji, which I commissioned. I hope you will like it."
As soon as Mr. Jun took the painting, the surrounding guests immediately gathered around.
When Lord Junlin saw the seal that belonged exclusively to Huaji, he thought, "That's thoughtful." He really liked Huaji, and a polite smile appeared on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Everyone started praising:
"Miss Wei's efforts are truly extraordinary; she actually managed to invite Huaji."
"As expected of a wealthy and prestigious family, the gift they sent was both expensive and thoughtful."
Hearing everyone's praise, Wei Lingxi's vanity was greatly satisfied. She raised her chin slightly, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes. "Ayan, you see? I am the number one noble lady of a prestigious family."
Grandpa Jun was still admiring the painting. He had many of Hua Ji's masterpieces in his collection room, but this one was created for him.
Qin Zhilu smiled helplessly. Why did she have to pick on me? Why was it so hard for her not to court disaster?
Long Yanli noticed that the little girl's expression was off, but before he could ask her anything, she walked over to him.
“This is not Huaji’s,” Qin Zhiluo said expressionlessly as she walked up to her, looking down at her.
Everyone was startled by her words and quickly looked at her, even Old Master Jun looked over.
Long Yanli immediately stood behind the little girl.
Wei Lingxi's expression changed drastically, but she pretended to be calm and said, "Miss Qin, you may not know about the master of traditional Chinese painting, Hua Ji. There is her seal here."
"It's pretty fake," Qin Zhiluo said calmly, glancing at her with a smile.
"Miss Qin, look at this art style, it's clearly the work of Master Huaji."
"Yes, Miss Qin, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
"Some people just can't stand to see others do well. Miss Wei went to so much trouble to have Master Huaji make it, but in her mouth it's a fake. She's probably just jealous."
People began to criticize Qin Zhiluo.
Long Yanli's expression was cold and stern as he looked at them with a detached gaze.
Junlin also walked over and looked at everyone, saying, "Luo Luo wouldn't lie."
“Exactly, a bunch of opportunists,” Li Huangchen said, looking at them speechlessly.
He Fan stood quietly beside Qin Zhiluo.
Fu Yiming politely walked to Grandpa Jun's side, borrowed the painting, picked it up, and looked at Wei Lingxi, "Do you have any evidence to prove that this was created by the master of traditional Chinese painting, Hua Ji?"