Xiaowa's father, Wang Zhongguo, took advantage of the situation and asked Xiao Xingyu to move aside, as if to avoid being seen. "This is not the place to talk. I've arranged for the car to be parked outside. Let's talk in the car!"
Xiao Xingyu turned around and followed Zhang Moyan in tacit understanding, and walked together, just like a sheepdog on the grassland who never forgets the responsibility of guarding his own lambs.
Then the group followed Wang Zhongguo out of the lobby and got into a Cadillac outside the door. Xiaowa was still the driver and Wang Zhongguo sat in the passenger seat.
Logically speaking, a five-seater car has more than enough space for a driver, and the Wang family can afford it, but Xiaowa is still the one driving. Zhang Moyan feels that the Wang family is deliberately keeping a low profile on this trip.
"Yanzu has already told me the purpose of your visit. He sent the bottle back by himself a while ago, and not long ago he wanted to ask his grandmother for it again. Isn't this a joke? Yanzu doesn't use his brain. He went to his grandmother to ask for the bottle early in the morning without discussing it with me, and was kicked out by the old lady!" Wang Zhongguo said helplessly as he leaned back to the side.
Xiao Xingyu nodded after hearing this and said magnanimously: "Don't blame Xiaowa. The old lady is right to be cautious about capricious things. We are mentally prepared for this situation."
"Thank you, Brother Yu, for your understanding." Xiao Wa pursed his lips, feeling touched and guilty.
"Why was this plum vase originally given to us?" Zhang Moyan asked thoughtfully in the harmonious atmosphere.
Her question was a bit out of context. She was not distracted by the vague conversation before and got straight to the point.
Xiao Wa and his father both visibly straightened their backs, but that was only for a moment. Wang Zhongguo frowned and said, "We're not too sure about that. We suspect the older generation may have had some dealings with Chen Yun... Yanzu simply received orders from the elder to remain hidden within the Xiao family, with instructions that if he encounters any decent descendants of Chen Yun, he should hand over the plum vase to them."
"To Chen Yun's descendants? To me?" Zhang Moyan tilted her head and fixed her eyes on Xiao Xingyu. The meaning was clearly: You seemed to have said "to us" before.
Out of sight of the other two, the two stared at each other, the air stagnant. In that instant, a thousand political dramas flashed through Xiao Xingyu's mind, leaving him with a dazed expression, a rare sight in a century. His inner apprehension about losing trust was clear to see.
After standing there for a few seconds, Xiao Xingyu sighed and bit his lip resignedly.
This was too cute, Zhang Moyan wanted to laugh, but she held herself back.
It's my nature.
She broke her gaze and continued to ask Wang Zhongguo, "How can Grandma Xiaowa be so sure that she can wait for Chen Yun's descendants in the Xiao family?"
"..." Wang Zhongguo was stunned and waved his hand, "Oh, what do you mean by certainty? Let's try our best!"
Zhang Moyan's eyes darkened: "So Xiaowa was deliberately placed in the Xiao family by you?"
"This, this question..." Wang Zhongguo spoke awkwardly and vaguely, looking at Xiao Xingyu helplessly.
Xiao Xingyu laughed it off: "Oh, don't be nervous. My wife used to be a reporter. She's used to interviews and questions."
Wang Zhongguo nodded repeatedly and looked back at Zhang Moyan as if he had just recognized her: "Oh, I see."
Xiao Wa felt nervous and didn't dare to look at Xiao Xingyu at all. He glanced at Zhang Moyan in the rearview mirror. This female ancestor really kept talking about things that were not related to the topic!
"Xiao Wa?" Xiao Xingyu came back with a surprise, "Did you think your sister Mo Yan was dishonest before?"
"Uh, I, I..." Xiaowa was really sweating profusely and looked at his father for help.
Wang Zhongguo was eager to save his son. "Yanzu has a simple mind. By the way, if you want to know something, it's best to ask the old man in person. We really don't know. Our family has always been quite traditional. The younger generation can't take the initiative to ask about things that the elders don't say themselves, especially things related to the ancestral porcelain. You must not ask around."
Zhang Moyan stared at Wang Zhongguo with her dark eyes, who had a sincere look on his face. The other party's avoidance of communication made it obvious that he knew the truth but she could do nothing about it.
"I understand. It's the same as my family, with strict order of seniority and many rules. It's a common problem in old families." Xiao Xingyu reached over and gently stroked the back of Zhang Moyan's hand, which was both comforting and probing.
Zhang Moyan didn't move.
Xiao Xingyu remained calm and humbly asked Wang Zhongguo, "Uncle Wang, where are you taking us now? The old lady rejected Xiao Wa's request. You must have thought of some way to deal with it, right? Uncle Wang, please give me some advice."
Xiao Xingyu gradually changed his address to Wang Zhongguo. The constant "Uncle Wang" made Wang Zhongguo flattered. He immediately sat up straight and adjusted his posture. "I don't know if this is a solution, I can only say give it a try."
Xiao Xingyu raised his hand: "Please speak."
"It's like this. Yanzu and I can't speak in front of the old man, but there's someone who can, and that person is my cousin. My brother has been favored by the old man since he was a child. We have a closer relationship than if we were biological children. One word he says is worth ten words from us! Let's go find him and discuss how to influence the old man's thoughts. I told him about this before I came to pick you up. What a coincidence! When he heard that it was the famous Xiao Xingyu who came, he was very interested and said that he wanted to meet a famous master who is knowledgeable about porcelain!"
"Oh? What do you mean?" Xiao Xingyu asked with his keen sense of smell.
Wang Zhongguo propped up his knees and hesitated, "Our ancestors were in the same business hundreds of years ago. It's said that our family was once unrivaled. But for various reasons, our descendants have made a living elsewhere and no longer make porcelain. But every few hundred years, someone who is involved in porcelain will appear, and my cousin is one of them."
Xiao Xingyu smiled and said, understandingly, "You like collecting, right?"
Wang Zhongguo was stunned. He didn't expect Xiao Xingyu to guess it right away. "It can be considered a collection! My cousin has been interested in antiques since he was a child. He got into it when he was young. As a small-time urban management official, he spent all his life's earnings on these things. He almost drained the family's wealth, and the relationship between him and his wife has always been very tense."
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