Ou Yangfu’s face was flushed from drinking, and everything in his sight seemed to sway. He pointed a shaky finger at a painting on the wall, his finger wobbling as he spoke, "Little artist is the one who painted this! Dad, you didn’t drink that much, did you? Are you drunk?"
Old Mr. Ou frowned deeply, showing extreme disdain. This youngest son’s alcohol tolerance was indeed poor! Fortunately, he had warned his sons in advance to wait until the Ye family had left before drinking their fill. Otherwise, if they acted foolishly in front of the Ye family, the entire Ou family would suffer the consequences.
Old Mr. Ou pushed his youngest son’s face aside, "Stay away from me. Don’t get me dirty."
"Dad, why are you so disgusted with me? I’m your beloved youngest son!" Ou Yangfu clung on again, the alcohol making him more talkative and bolder. "It wasn’t easy for me to get the little artist to paint this for you. Ye Rongyuan hung up on me several times! Almost blocked me!"
Old Mr. Ou was about to call a servant to pull his youngest son away, but he stopped abruptly upon hearing this. "Ye Rongyuan? The third young master of the Ye family? How is he connected to the little artist? Does he know them?"
"More than just know! Blood is thicker than water!" Ou Yangfu laughed as if he had thought of something amusing. "The little artist is so cute! Bright-eyed and chubby. If Ye Rongyuan didn’t guard against me like a thief, I would have definitely taken the little artist away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Mr. Ou seemed struck by lightning, stunned for several seconds. Wait, could it be that the little artist his son mentioned was the adorable little girl from the Ye family? Impossible! The little girl was only three years old. Could she even hold a brush steadily?
Ou Yangfu, head held high, admired the painting with satisfaction. "The little artist is amazing! An absolute genius! Dad, don’t you agree?"
Old Mr. Ou pressed further, "Is the little artist Ann?"
Ou Yangfu’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at his father. "Dad, how did you know? It’s supposed to be a secret! Ye Rongyuan told me not to tell anyone, and I haven’t told anyone!"
Old Mr. Ou took a sharp breath. It really was the little girl! How could this be? How could it be possible? The little girl was actually the one who painted this!
Old Mr. Ou looked at the painting again. No wonder he felt the brushwork was slightly immature, but the completion was perfect! It turned out to be the little girl’s own work! And then he remembered the little girl had given him a dairy farm worth eleven million... 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Old Mr. Ou’s legs went weak, causing him to stagger slightly. The eleven million, which was meant to buy the painting, had circled back into his pocket. Not to mention, all future profits from the dairy farm would belong to him, and the painting itself was worth far more than eleven million.
With such a heavy gift, how could the Ou family possibly repay this kindness?
Old Mr. Ou eventually couldn’t stand anymore and collapsed onto the sofa, his face full of worry. "How are we going to repay this?"
Ou Yangfu also collapsed onto the sofa, hiccupping from the alcohol. "Dad, do you think the Ye family and the Qin family would agree if I recognized the little artist as my goddaughter?"
Imagining having such a cute daughter, Ou Yangfu couldn’t help but smile foolishly.
Old Mr. Ou glared at him, "What makes you think you could? Look at yourself!"
If anyone were to establish such a relationship, it should be him, not his foolish son!
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