Chapter 285 What did Grandpa write in his letter?

"Meng Meng." Qiao Hengguo's voice came from the other end, "Will you come back tomorrow? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"No, I'm not going back."

"Mengmeng, Xuewan is gone, and now you're my only daughter. Do you still have something to hold against me? From now on, our home will only be yours. If you don't come back, it will just be me and your mother." Qiao Hengguo sighed, and the loneliness in his tone was real.

Qiao Yanmeng still didn't agree.

"Qiao Changye and the others are back too. Then, we will have a meal together as a family. Mengmeng, if you are absent, there will definitely be gossip. Why don't you come back?" Qiao Hengguo said in a flattering tone.

When New Year came, he and Mrs. Qiao were the only ones at home, and it was indeed very empty.

"Do you think I'm afraid of these gossips?" Qiao Yanmeng sneered.

"I know you are not afraid, but you are going to marry Zhan Tingbei. If you don't have the support of your family, others will definitely think it is inappropriate and incomplete." Qiao Hengguo tried to find all the words of advice he could give, but Qiao Yanmeng remained unmoved. Qiao Hengguo was helpless and could only take out his killing hand.

"Meng Meng, didn't you say that there was only one letter from your grandpa? In fact, there were two, and the other one was indeed lost. But I can dictate to you what your grandpa said to you." Qiao Hengguo said.

Qiao Yanmeng's eyes, which had always been careless, finally brightened up.

After a moment, she finally hummed, "Then I'll only go tomorrow."

"Of course."

The next day.

It was not until the morning that Qiao Yanmeng returned to Qiao's house.

After not seeing each other for a while, Qiao Hengguo and Mrs. Qiao seemed to have aged a lot.

When Mrs. Qiao saw Qiao Yanmeng, there were complicated emotions in her eyes, but she finally smiled and said, "Mengmeng is back."

Qiao Yanmeng nodded indifferently, "When do we leave?"

"Let's go now. We're going to have dinner at your second grandfather's house."

Second Grandpa used to celebrate the New Year in Haicheng. It has been who knows how many years, but he finally returned to Jiangcheng.

Their villa is not even on the same level as Qiao Hengguo's, it can be called a small manor.

Mrs. Qiao and Qiao Hengguo were standing at the door, unable to help revealing envy in their eyes.

"Who are you?" The security guard stopped their car.

"I'm Qiao Hengguo, and I'm here to visit my second uncle," Qiao Hengguo quickly spoke.

"It needs to be reported." The security guard said in a businesslike manner.

Qiao Hengguo looked a little embarrassed. They had agreed in advance to have dinner together, but they didn't even say hello to the security guards. It was so cold, and they were still waiting outside. It really seemed like they didn't take them seriously.

Soon, the security guard finished the call, opened the door and let them in.

The car stopped at the gate of the villa, and Qiao Hengguo walked into the villa with the gift.

The villa was very lively with many people laughing and talking. But when they saw Qiao Hengguo and the others, the atmosphere immediately quieted down and many people looked at them.

Qiao Hengguo dressed up specially today, but when he stepped into the magnificent living room, he still felt a sense of inferiority. He smiled and said in a flattering tone, "Uncle, I'm here to see you."

The second grandfather was only two years younger than Grandpa Qiao Yanmeng. Although he was old, he was wearing a Tang suit and looked quite dignified. He nodded and said hello lightly: "Since you are here, if you have anything else to bring, put it here."

Qiao Hengguo quickly placed it on the tea table.

Qiao Qingqing glanced at him and couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm not saying, uncle, you really don't need to bring anything next time. These things take up space in my house. Look, my house is full of calligraphy and paintings. You really have no place to put them."

Looking around, I saw that there were indeed quite a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, each of them was at the master level.

Qiao Hengguo was extremely embarrassed, but he had to say, "I know my uncle likes calligraphy and painting, so I will bring some next time."

"Forget it. The minimum price of our paintings and calligraphy is five million." Qiao Qingqing did not hide the contempt in her eyes. "Uncle, according to your current situation, it would be difficult to buy paintings and calligraphy worth five million, let alone five million. After all, Qiao Yanmeng is distracted by you, and she won't give you any of the company's money."

Qiao Qingqing also did not forget to fulfill Qiao Yanmeng's dream.

Qiao Yanmeng looked at the paintings and calligraphy quietly, and said calmly: "Yes, it is true, but even if we have 500,000, we will not buy fake paintings and calligraphy."

With just one sentence, the scene instantly fell into deathly silence.

Qiao Yanmeng actually said that their calligraphy and paintings were fake?

The second grandfather, who always looked down on them, gave Qiao Yanmeng a second look, and stared at her coldly with his inverted triangle eyes, the same as his son's.

Qiao Hengguo was also shocked. How could they buy fake calligraphy and paintings?

Qiao Qingqing was the least likely to be provoked: "What? Qiao Yanmeng, what are you talking about?"

"Telling the truth, sorry, if you can't bear to hear it, I won't say it anymore." Qiao Yanmeng said lightly.

Qiao Hengguo quickly pulled Qiao Yanmeng and said, "Okay, Yanmeng, stop talking."

His daughter has been mediocre since she was young, so how could she possibly tell the truth from the false? In his opinion, she just said that on purpose because she couldn't stand Qiao Qingqing's arrogance.

Qiao Qingqing sneered, "Okay, tell me, which painting in our house is fake? If you can't tell, it's slander!"