Chapter 49 Do you like this hairpin?
Meeting his calm and serious dark eyes, Sang Qian's breath hitched. She glanced down at her hand, which he was holding, and quickly pulled it away.
"No, I don't want it."
Jin Changyu looked at her, "Are you still soft-hearted towards him?"
“No, that’s not it,” Sang Qian said. “It’s just that I’m not good at business and company management. If I take over the company, and it’s not managed well, it might even lead to the employees losing their jobs.”
No need.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Jin Changyu said. “I will hire the most professional management team to help you manage the company. You don’t need to do anything; you can just sit back and collect the money.”
"unnecessary."
Sang Qian firmly refused again. She looked at the man in front of her and told him clearly, "Jin Changyu, you don't need to do these things for me, and I will not accept them."
She didn't want to owe him a favor.
Seeing her distant and indifferent attitude, Jin Changyu's mouth moved, but he hesitated to speak.
The two remained silent the entire way home, and went to their respective rooms after arriving.
For the next two days, Jin Changyu seemed to be quite busy and didn't come home for lunch.
Sang Qian's pregnancy symptoms have been worse these past two days. Her appetite is not as good as before, and she is prone to vomiting after eating.
She was noticeably more listless these past two days, so she stayed home listlessly for two days without going out.
On the third day, Yan Guizhi saw a string of Buddhist prayer beads at the antique market and asked her to help him take a look. Sang Qian had been cooped up at home for two days and wanted to get some fresh air, so she agreed.
We arrived at the antique shop.
Yan Guizhi asked the shopkeeper to bring out the bracelet.
Sang Qian picked it up and examined it closely. It was a string of sandalwood prayer beads from the late Ming Dynasty, with 54 beads and inscriptions on each bead.
"Sister, several of the inscriptions on the Buddhist prayer beads are damaged. Do you think they can still be repaired?" Yan Guizhi asked.
"It's only slightly damaged, and the repair is not complicated, but the bead is on the smaller side, which is more suitable for women."
Sang Qian looked up at him, "It's not really suitable for you to wear, is it?"
"I didn't buy it for myself; it's a birthday present for my grandma. Her birthday is in two months," Yan Guizhi said.
"She really likes these old things."
It turned out to be a gift for Madam Yan.
“That’s perfect,” Sang Qian said. “The repair isn’t too difficult, and I can teach you how to do it yourself. That way, your gift will be even more meaningful.”
Yan Guizhi's eyes flashed with eager anticipation. "Can I really do it myself?"
He naturally wanted to personally craft the gift for his grandmother.
only……
He looked at Sang Qian, a hint of worry in his eyes, "But... what if I can't fix it?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Don't you have your senior uncle here to guide you?"
Sang Qian patted his shoulder, "Besides, based on my observation of you, you should be able to handle it. Just take it easy and treat it as a practical exercise."
Encouraged, Yan Guizhi nodded emphatically, "Good."
"Then I'll take these prayer beads."
Yan Guizhi then went to the counter to discuss the price with the owner.
Sang Qian had visited this antique shop before. Although there weren't many items and the prices were relatively high, almost every piece was a rare treasure.
While waiting for Yan to return, she looked at the ancient artifacts displayed in the cabinet.
She caught sight of a butterfly hairpin and her gaze was immediately drawn to it.
The butterfly on the hairpin is exquisitely crafted and unique, woven with gold and silver threads, and inlaid with a high-quality jade in the center.
The label below reads: Silver-plated gold-gilt jadeite butterfly hairpin. Qing Dynasty.
Priced at 128,000.
She said to the shop assistant inside the station, "Could you take it out and let me see it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The shop assistant took out the hairpin and showed it to her.
As she was carefully examining the workmanship, Yan Guizhi walked over. "You like this?"
"Um."
Seeing that her eyes were still fixed on the hairpin, Yan Guizhi said, "Then I'll buy it for you as a thank you gift for accompanying me to buy the bracelet today."
Sang Qian looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you, but no need. I can buy what I want myself."
She has always enjoyed collecting various exquisitely crafted artifacts that have the characteristics of their era.
Cultural relics are the inheritance of history and the carrier of culture. China has a long history, and the cultural relics of each dynasty have their own unique imprint and characteristics of the times.
Only by endlessly and deeply understanding and studying the various cultural relics passed down from each period of history can a restorer restore the relics to their original state as much as possible.
Sang Qian doesn't care about the type of cultural relic. As long as it has characteristics of its era or research value, and the purchase price is within her budget, she will buy it to collect.
For example, this exquisitely crafted hairpin in front of me.
"Wrap this up, I'll take it."
She told the shop assistant.
"Okay, ma'am."
The shop assistant packed up the items and asked her to go to the front counter to pay.
Yan Guizhi tried to swipe his card before her, but she stopped him in time.
Sang Qian quickly handed her bank card to the clerk to swipe.
Watching her pay the bill, Yan Guizhi said dejectedly, "Sister Sang Qian, can't you give me a chance to show my skills?"
Sang Qian raised an eyebrow at him. "To me, your way of showing appreciation is through improved repair skills, not by giving me gifts, understand?"
"That doesn't contradict anything; I can do both at the same time."
Sang Qian said, "Young man, focus on one thing first."
As the two were talking, two girls came in through the door and went straight to the display case in the shop window.
"Hey, where's this hairpin?"
The shop assistant said, "Excuse me, ma'am, this hairpin was just bought by a customer."
"No way, I just came back from a trip outside and I've already been sold?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Sang Qian paused for a moment, turned around and saw Jin Ningxi standing there with a girl.
"Yes, that lady over there just finished paying her bill."
Jin Ningxi turned around following the shop assistant's gaze and looked at Sang Qian in surprise, "Sister-in-law?"
Jin Ningxi walked over and glanced at the shopping bag in her hand. "Did you buy that butterfly hairpin?"
Sang Qian nodded, "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Jin Ningxi breathed a sigh of relief and said to her companion, "Luckily, the person who bought this hairpin is one of our own."
After saying that, she looked at Sang Qian and said, "Sister-in-law, can you give me the hairpin? I want it."
Seeing such an obvious demand, Yan Guizhi looked at Jin Ningxi with some displeasure.
I feel this person doesn't respect Sang Qian.
But Sang Qian showed no displeasure. Instead, she asked gently, "Do you like this hairpin?"
Jin Ningxi explained, "Our school is holding a traditional Chinese style gala in a couple of days, and everyone will be wearing traditional costumes. So, my classmate and I came here to buy some accessories, and I just spotted this hairpin. I didn't expect that while we were browsing other shops, you would buy it."
Jin Ningxi is 20 years old and still a college student.
"Sister-in-law, please give it to me." Jin Ningxi looked at her pleadingly.
"I looked around and couldn't find a hair ornament that suited my taste better than this hairpin."
Sang Qian smiled gently and handed her the shopping bag, "Then you can have it."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
Jin Ningxi accepted it without hesitation, saying, "I'll treat you and my brother to dinner another day as a thank you."
Sang Qian chuckled lightly, "No need."
"Sister-in-law, my classmate and I will head over now. We still need to buy other equipment."
“Okay.” Sang Qian nodded.
"Bye-Bye."
Jin Ningxi waved to her and walked away arm in arm with her classmate.
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