Su Wanyu had no classes today, so she said goodbye to Song Jihuai directly.
Song Jihuai had a meeting, so he didn't have much time to hang out with the girl. After they said goodbye, Song Jihuai's car drove away.
As soon as Song Jihuai's car left, Su Wanyu asked the housekeeper to help prepare the car.
She is going to the old house.
The old house of the Song family.
Mr. Song has retreated to the second line since Song Jihuai took full control of the Song Group. He would not come out to participate in the decision-making of the Song Group unless it was a major event.
The old man's retirement life is still very leisurely. He enjoys flowers, drinks tea, plays chess and fishes at home every day.
I had just finished breakfast and was about to go for a walk in the garden when the housekeeper came in, "Master, the young lady is here."
"who?"
Old Master Song suspected that he had heard it wrong. He only had two grandsons and only one granddaughter-in-law.
The housekeeper said again: "The young lady is here."
Mr. Song: “…”
"grandfather."
Before the old man could say anything else, Su Wanyu walked in, and at the same time her clear and pleasant voice was heard.
They both looked at the same time.
Su Wanyu had a bright smile on her face and looked sunny and cheerful.
Mr. Song frowned, "Why are you here?"
Su Wanyu answered as a matter of course, "I came to see grandpa."
As he said this, he placed the small snack box on the coffee table and said, "These are the cookies I made for Grandpa myself."
Mr. Song: “…”
Well, it was quite sudden.
Based on Su Wanyu's previous actions, he reasonably suspected that Su Wanyu might want to kill him.
The old butler opened the food box with a smile, but when he saw the biscuits inside, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Old Master Song also frowned after taking a look.
Su Wanyu smiled sweetly, "I made them all myself, Grandpa can try them."
Su Wanyu looked at Mr. Song with anticipation.
Mr. Song asked directly: "Is there anything else?"
Su Wanyu's finger landed on the large vase at the door. "I want to ask Grandpa for something."
Old Master Song frowned, feeling even more dissatisfied with Su Wanyu. She was so tactless and had really been spoiled by Song Jihuai. She had no potential to be a mistress at all.
The old butler's eyebrows twitched.
Since the old man retired, he has become very interested in antiques, and the fact that this vase is placed at the door shows how much he likes it.
"Grandpa, this bottle is fake." Su Wanyu blinked, "It doesn't look good here. It's better to..."
"What nonsense!"
Old Master Song blew his beard and glared, a little angry at Su Wanyu's words.
Su Wanyu was startled by Mr. Song, and then said, "I'm not talking nonsense."
Her big eyes with distinct black and white looked fixedly at Old Man Song. Old Man Song was stunned. Su Wanyu's eyes were clear and transparent, without a trace of guilt.
Su Wanyu stood up immediately after being looked at by Old Master Song. Under the old housekeeper's terrified gaze, she picked up the porcelain vase and showed it to the old man. "Grandpa, the pattern on this porcelain vase is in the style of the Song Dynasty, but this word was not written like this in the Song Dynasty."
Mr. Song: “…”
He actually thought what Su Wanyu said made sense?
The old housekeeper was also stunned. The old man had spent five million to buy this porcelain vase, and he bought it just because he liked it, and he didn't ask a master to appraise it.
So, it’s a fake?
Old Master Song's eyelids twitched. He had never expected this to happen.
How dare someone lie to him?
"grandfather?"
Su Wanyu tilted her head slightly, "Can you give me this vase?"
Old Master Song waved his hand with a headache, "Take it away!"
Putting it here again would simply be a reminder of how stupid he was.
Su Wanyu raised her lips and smiled, her expression bright, "Thank you, Grandpa."
"etc."
Su Wanyu held the porcelain bottle and put it aside, and the voice of Mr. Song came from behind her again.
Su Wanyu turned her head and blinked her big eyes at Mr. Song, "Grandpa?"
"Come here and sit down."
Mr. Song took the initiative to wave.
Su Wanyu obediently walked to the opposite side of Mr. Song and sat down. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Mr. Song, "Grandpa, is there anything else?"
"Can you identify antiques?"
Mr. Song raised his eyebrows.
Su Wanyu pondered for a moment and said, "I just have better eyesight."
"Look at this."
Mr. Song placed the purple clay teapot on the tea table. Su Wanyu looked at it carefully and raised her eyes. "It's fake."
Mr. Song: “…”
"Come with me."
He stood up and went straight to the study upstairs.
Su Wanyu followed immediately.
Old Master Song likes antiques, so he even set aside a room in the old house for them. When Su Wanyu came in and saw them, she was stunned. "Grandpa bought so many."
If he had heard something like this under normal circumstances, Mr. Song would have definitely started explaining the origins of these things one by one. But now he really wasn't in the mood.
He said directly: "Come, take a look."
Su Wanyu did not refuse and looked around the house carefully. Old Master Song and the housekeeper stood nervously by the side watching the scene, and neither of them said a word.
And Su Wanyu didn't speak first.
finally.
Su Wanyu stopped and said, "This, this, this."
She pointed out five or six things in a row.
Old Master Song breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he only picked out five of the thirty items in the room.
But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Su Wanyu continue, "Except for these few, the others are all fake."
Mr. Song: “…”
The old butler: “…”
The old butler immediately looked at the old man worriedly, worried that the old man would faint from anger.
But Mr. Song was much calmer than he had imagined.
"master."
The old housekeeper was a little worried.
Old Master Song raised his hand to indicate that he was fine, then looked at Su Wanyu and said, "Tell me, what reward do you want?" He would ask someone to come and see if what Su Wanyu said was correct.
Su Wanyu's eyes lit up, "Grandpa, are you going to give me a reward?"
Old Master Song looked at Su Wanyu with some disdain in his heart, but he was also prepared to bleed profusely, "Well, go ahead."
Su Wanyu smiled brightly, "I want... potato chips and ice cream. If you also have milk tea, it would be even better!"
Mr. Song: “…”
The turn was so sudden that he couldn't react in time.
Turning his head slightly, he met the butler's equally confused and bewildered gaze.
Did they hear wrong?
"Grandpa, is it not possible?" Su Wanyu was a little nervous when she didn't get a response from Mr. Song. If it's not possible, then it's not possible, but Grandpa must not tell this to her husband.
Otherwise she would be in trouble.
Mr. Song paused and said to the old housekeeper, "Did you hear what the young lady said? Go and make arrangements immediately."
The old butler agreed dazedly and turned to walk out.
Su Wanyu smiled brightly, and her voice was so sweet that it almost made people with diabetes flare up. "Thank you, Grandpa. You are so kind."
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