Chapter 466: The Knife Is Late But It Arrives
Knowing he was in the wrong, Mr. Zhang didn't fight back or talk back, cowering like a quail: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll never do it again, I'll never do it again."
Seeing how pitiful he was, Ye Wanxi coughed lightly and said something fair: "Actually, most antiques are fine as long as they haven't been stained with blood or buried with the dead."
Unfortunately, this painting was most likely stained with blood (as evidenced by the red blotch on the face in the portrait), and it was also used as a burial object by that young master Feng, before finally being hidden inside an ancient painting.
As a result, the Zhang family inevitably suffered misfortune.
Strictly speaking, Zhang Fujia can't be blamed for being unlucky; keeping this painting was like keeping a time bomb.
The two lingering souls in the painting are nearing dissipation. Even if he hadn't accidentally dripped blood and formed a connection with them, they would surely have resorted to desperate measures to seize the life of this family.
They just wouldn't make it as obvious as they do now.
Mr. Zhang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly understood what Ye Wanxi meant.
Most of the antiques in his collection room were acquired through formal auction channels.
Of course, some were gifts from business partners and friends who were trying to please him.
This painting is one of them.
The key now is whether the other party is aware of the intricacies involved, whether it was premeditated, or whether they were simply doing someone else's bidding.
After all, the top layer of this painting is the original, and the second painting is hidden so secretly.
Mr. Zhang was unwilling to wrong his old friend, but he also couldn't let go of the mastermind behind the plot to harm his entire family.
"Thank you for reminding me, Miss Ye. I will have someone investigate this matter thoroughly and will never let my family suffer in silence."
Mr. Zhang then changed the subject, saying gratefully, "We are very grateful for Miss Ye's help this time. It's getting late, so why don't you and the others stay for a meal so we can show you our hospitality?"
"I'll skip the meal. I have other things to do later, so I'll take my leave if there's nothing else." Ye Wanxi said, then turned to Du Yihuan and the other person, asking, "Are you staying or...?"
“We’ll go with you, sister-in-law.”
"Yes, I have something to do in a bit, so I have to go too."
The two weren't stupid; with such a big incident happening to the Zhang family, there must be a lot of things that needed to be confirmed and dealt with.
Now that Ye Wanxi, such an important contributor, has left, how can those of them who just came to join in the fun continue to bother us?
Seeing that Ye Wanxi was determined to leave, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang did not try to stop her. Instead, they generously slipped a large check into her red envelope as a gift.
At the same time, he added, "Since Miss Ye is unavailable, then we'll leave it at that. We'll invite you to have a meal together sometime when you have time, so we can properly thank you for your generous help."
Ye Wanxi had a good impression of the Zhang family, so she nodded in agreement and gave Zhang Fujia a peace charm.
"Keep it with you at all times, and get plenty of sunshine in the next month to dispel the yin energy. Also..." Ye Wanxi paused, then said seriously, "You've lost some vital energy this time, so it's best not to have any sexual relations with anyone for a year. Also, eat more nourishing medicinal diets, but not too much, and take it slowly."
As soon as Ye Wanxi said this, all eyes in the room immediately turned to Zhang Fujia.
Zhang Fujia: "..." Let me die! One more year, and he feels like he'll be traumatized for the rest of his life!
After seeing Ye Wanxi off, the two also saw off Master Chen, who had been summoned by Zhang Fujia.
Master Chen was still in a daze before he left. Who would have thought that just by taking on a job, he would encounter a supernatural phenomenon he had never seen before in his life? It was absolutely mind-blowing.
It wasn't until Mr. Zhang also slipped him a red envelope that he snapped out of his daze. Hearing Mr. Zhang's instruction to keep it a secret, he agreed without a second thought.
Such a miraculous encounter is indeed a good example to boast about, but if he were to tell the truth, not only would the Zhang family cause him trouble, but those who hear him would probably think he's crazy.
After seeing all the outsiders off, Zhang's mother suddenly became fierce, grabbed Zhang's father by the ear, and tried to take him upstairs to dispose of the antiques in the collection room.
Mr. Zhang's heart was bleeding. He made a last-ditch effort: "Miss Ye just said that as long as the antique hasn't been stained with blood or been buried with the dead, there won't be any problems. That painting is just an exception. Most of my antiques are safe. Could you please let me keep it... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Honey, be gentle, be gentle! You're going to twist my ear off!"
Mrs. Zhang sneered, her imposing aura: "You dare to talk back! Miss Ye did say that antiques that haven't been stained with blood or buried with the deceased won't have any problems. But can you be sure that none of your antiques have ever been stained with blood or buried with the deceased?"
"this……"
"Whether you have it or not, send them all away. And don't bring any more into our house. One painting is already a problem; if we get a few more, our whole family will be dead by then. I'm telling you this now: it's either them or me, you choose. Anyway, I absolutely refuse to live in the same building as them, sharing a bunk bed with a burial object. You might not be worried, but I'd be disgusted!"
The couple went upstairs arguing, leaving only Zhang Xiaoxiao and her brother in the living room.
Seeing his younger sister sitting on the sofa with a serious expression and deep in thought, Zhang Fujia thought something was wrong and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Xiaoxiao looked up at him for a while, then asked curiously, "Brother, was the one who gave you that wet dream Miss Yue or that Feng Erlang? Did you see clearly just now?"
"..." The betrayal by her own sister may have been late, but it came nonetheless.
At that moment, Zhang Fujia felt as if his heart was being stabbed with knives, and he felt that he would never love again in this lifetime!
After resolving the Zhang family's matter, Ye Wanxi took Gao Min back to the film set.
As soon as Sister Yao saw her enter the dressing room, she immediately greeted her with a beaming smile: "Wanxi, you're here. Come on, let me do your makeup."
Although Sister Yao was usually very kind to her, this was the first time she had been so enthusiastic.
After a moment's thought, Ye Wanxi knew that it was most likely the box of medicinal mud she had given her that had worked.
Sure enough, as soon as Sister Yao finished applying her base makeup, she couldn't wait to say, "Wanxi, do you still have that kind of medicated mud? I want to buy a few more boxes. You don't know how good that stuff is. I only applied a little bit last night, and when I woke up this morning, my pimples were gone, even the spots on my face had faded a lot, and my face looked much whiter. My overall complexion has improved a lot."
"And, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but after applying this stuff, I, who usually suffer from insomnia, slept incredibly well yesterday, it's amazing! Hey, Wanxi, we're practically old friends, like sisters, shouldn't we share more of this great stuff? I won't let you give it to me this time, just name your price and sell me two more boxes, okay?"
Brother Zhang: Explain yourself, does what happened in your dream count?
Ye Wanxi: Probably, maybe, perhaps, it's a matter of opinion.
Brother Zhang: ? ? ? This is outrageous!
(End of this chapter)
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