Chapter 36 A Decisive Break: The Drama Queen Continues, the Qin Family Divides Up
Li Biru's words pierced Xu Jinhua's heart like a knife.
The grudges that had been buried deep in her heart for years, which she dared not show to others, were now laid bare in the open. Xu Jinhua felt as if she had been slapped hard across the face, her cheeks burning with pain.
She shoved Li Biru without thinking and screamed.
"Shut up! Shut up! Qin Zhen will never help that little bitch. He married me because he loves me! I gave birth to his son. I am his lawfully wedded wife. I am the second wife of the Qin family!"
Caught off guard, Li Biru was pushed and stumbled, crashing directly into a celadon vase that was about half her height behind her.
Clang—
The vase shattered, and Li Biru fell to the ground.
"Xu Jinhua, are you crazy?!"
"You're the one who's crazy! I'm Qin Zhen's wife. What is Jiang Lan'an? And what is Song Ying? They don't even dare to compare themselves to me!"
Seeing her in such a frenzied state, Li Biru simply stopped getting up, sat on the ground, propped herself up with one hand and held her aching back with the other, and sneered.
"Look at you, what's wrong? Did someone touch a sore spot? If you don't mind Jiang Lan'an, why are you so angry?"
"In the past twenty years, how many times has Qin Zhen met you? If it weren't for the old man letting everyone live in the old house, how many times would you have seen Qin Zhen? You probably don't know that he has been keeping a mistress outside for a long time, right? Even if Jiang Lan'an wasn't there, the second son doesn't care about you."
At this point, Li Biru seemed to remember something, and her mood became even more cheerful.
“I was wondering why, given the Song family’s status, when the two families met to discuss the marriage between Ashu and Xiaoying, only the old man went. None of us uncles and aunts were invited, and we didn’t even know what kind of family the other party was, nor could we find out anything about them.”
"At the time, I thought the Song family was just an ordinary family, and that it wasn't worth the Qin family making such a fuss. But now, seeing your crazy state, I finally understand. The old man was right. He was clearly afraid that if you and the second son found out, one of you would try to sabotage things, and the other would rekindle your old flame."
"But the old man underestimated the shamelessness of you Xu family aunt and nephew. The young couple has already gotten their marriage certificate, and you are still rushing to offer it to them."
"No wonder, isn't that how you rose to power? I'm afraid this has long been the secret to your Xu family's prosperity. It's just a pity that A-Shu isn't as gullible as the second son, and the old man will not allow you to cause trouble again."
"Xu Jinhua, if you're going to wait and see, then let's take a good look and see what kind of end you and your mistress-turned-niece will have!"
After saying this, Li Biru heard footsteps approaching hurriedly and immediately cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch!"
The fierceness she displayed when she spat at Xu Jinhua was gone, replaced only by a sense of being bullied.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing? We're family, can't we talk things out? Why did you have to hit me... Ouch, my back! Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much! Is my back about to break? Help! Help! I can't move my back! Ouch, ouch..."
"Madam!"
The housekeeper and several maids rushed over and, seeing Li Biru's miserable state with shards of broken porcelain behind her, quickly helped her up.
Xu Jinhua was astonished.
After a moment of stunned silence, he burst into a loud scream.
"Li Biru! What are you pretending for!"
He was about to pounce on Li Biru and pull her hair when he said that.
Who else could possibly grant her her wish?
Several people helped Li Biru carefully avoid the fight, while others held Xu Jinhua and dragged her to the other side, trying to prevent her from getting involved in the fight.
Li Biru had never seen Xu Jinhua so angry before, and she felt a surge of satisfaction. When no one was looking, she even winked and pouted at Xu Jinhua.
But he still said, "Ouch, ouch, my back is hurting! Quick, quick, take me to the hospital!"
Xu Jinhua immediately struggled even more fiercely and cursed even more vehemently.
“Li Biru! You bitch! I’ll tear your mouth apart! Let go of me, don’t pull me, I’m going to beat this bitch to death! Let her spew filth from her mouth! Li Biru, I…”
"shut up!"
An aged but powerful voice rang out, interrupting Xu Jinhua's cursing.
Grandpa Qin walked up to the second floor step by step, his cane striking the floor with heavy blows.
"Do they all think I'm dead?!"
"Even if I die, the Qin family will never tolerate such ill-mannered people as you who disgrace the family and bring shame upon us!"
"Look at you all now, how are you any different from a shrew who's yelling in the street!"
"You may be shameless, but I am, and the Qin family is also shameless!"
The old man rarely gets this angry.
In an instant, everyone quieted down, and the servants all lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
Just then, the sound of a door opening came from downstairs.
While the old man wasn't looking, Li Biru looked down through the openwork carved railing and discovered that the person who had returned was none other than her husband, Qin Yong.
Relieved, Li Biru let out a soft "Ouch!"
Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
"Madam!"
The servants' shouts immediately attracted Qin Yong's attention.
Without even changing his shoes, Qin Yong rushed upstairs, only to find the second floor in complete disarray.
"Dad, what... what's going on?"
"Ask your wife yourself!"
The old man glared at Qin Yong, then turned and went downstairs. "Bring that bastard Qin Zhen back here!"
"Okay, Dad."
Qin Yong responded and went to check on his wife. After the servants explained in a few words, Qin Yong quickly noticed his wife's trembling eyelids.
"..."
Qin Yong rubbed his head and waved his hand, "Tell the driver to take the First Madam to the hospital for a thorough check-up."
When Qin Zhen returned to the old house, he still smelled of alcohol.
"Dad, my brother said you called me back because you had something to say. What is it? I was talking to a client right there, and you just left me like that..."
Old Master Qin simply picked up the purple clay teapot beside him and tossed it over.
"If you don't want to come back, you can get out right now!"
Qin Zhen dodged to the side, and the teapot flew past his face, shattering into pieces with a clang.
Qin Zhen immediately became proper, standing upright and gently nudging Qin Yong beside him with his arm.
"Big brother, what's wrong with Dad...?"
"Please have a seat."
After Qin Yong finished speaking, he had someone bring over a new tea set.
Qin Zhen glanced at Qin Yong, then at the old man. Seeing that the old man hadn't made any more moves, he carefully sat down.
Feeling guilty, I only sat on one side of my buttock.
After a moment of silence, the old man finally spoke.
“I’m old and can’t take care of you anymore, and nobody respects me anymore. In that case, both of you should move out of the old house.”
"dad?!"
Qin Yong was taken aback.
Qin Zhen was eager to move out so that the old man would mind her less, but seeing Qin Yong's solemn expression, she quickly suppressed her obvious joy and pretended to be reluctant.
"Dad, didn't you say before that it's more lively for a family to live together? Why do you want us to move out now? And if we move out, who will take care of you? How lonely will you be all alone in the old house?"
"Stop giving me that crocodile tears."
The old man directly exposed Qin Zhen's hypocrisy.
Qin Yong's brows furrowed even more.
Making them move out is definitely not a simple relocation.
After a long pause, Qin Yong finally looked up at Qin Zhen.
"Second brother, Dad means that we should divide the family property."
"What? Separate, split up the family?"
Qin Zhen was stunned. The family was splitting up...
He always thought that the family division would have to wait until after the old man passed away.
But now...
"Dad, isn't this...isn't it too early?"
Qin Zhen panicked.
Now that Qin Yong is in charge of the family, he manages most of the family's businesses. Qin Zhen has very little say in these matters. If the family were to split up now, how could he possibly gain any advantage?
Moreover, there is also Qin Shu, who is greatly favored.
He might not even be able to get soup then.
“Dad, why don’t you think about it again? You’re still in good health, it’s really a bit early to divide the family property. We’re not in a hurry, you…”
"Don't say anything more, I've already made up my mind."
Old Master Qin stood up, leaning on his cane, his vigorous gaze sweeping over his two sons.
“When Ashu comes back, we’ll settle this matter clearly. That will save you from having to be hypocritical and fawn over me in the future, and from getting annoyed by this old man.”
After saying this, the old man leaned on his cane and walked back to his room step by step.
The door closed, and the old man picked up a photo from his younger days with his deceased wife and three sons from the bedside table and gently stroked it.
After a long while, turbid tears fell and splashed on the photograph.
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Meanwhile, in London.
When everyone returned to the hotel after completing the project, it was already 7 p.m.
After a long day of walking, Zhao Qingluo was so exhausted that she collapsed onto the sofa in the living room as soon as she entered the door.
Just then, my phone chimed.
Zhao Qingluo casually took out the brush, intending to use it lazily, but upon seeing it, she immediately sprang up from the sofa as if she were on a spring.
"Statement! Statement! The museum has released a statement!"
# British Museum Statement
# British Museum Director expresses gratitude to Ms. Song Ying
The two terms quickly rose to the top of the trending searches.
In the video, the director of the British Museum personally gave an interview, first apologizing for the fake artifact in the collection, and then explaining that because the Ge ware porcelain was among the first batch of cultural relics to enter the museum in the last century, the authentication and review were not strict. He also stated that he would organize an authentication team in the near future to conduct a second authentication of all the collections.
Finally, the curator, speaking to the camera, once again expressed his sincere gratitude to Ms. Song Ying from China.
Thinking about Xu Lanyan's performance today, Zhao Qingluo deliberately waved her phone in front of her.
"Now those who were making sarcastic remarks should be convinced, right? This is an official statement, you know! An official statement!"
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