Chapter 41 Your sister is really your sister
"Your sister." Chang Xile smiled slightly.
Everyone present who could breathe was obviously startled by these two shocking words and held their breath at the same time.
The other person's expression changed from gloomy to furious. He gripped the rim of the teacup on the table tightly and actually smiled: "If you have the guts, curse me again."
"I didn't curse at anyone." Chang Xile didn't feel awkward at all, being in an unfamiliar place. She slowly found an empty seat and sat down. She even smiled at a woman who was staring at her. Then she turned to Dai... Chang Xile paused and whispered to Dai Shanyan, "What's your brother's name?"
In some news, in addition to the famous Dai Yonghui, his son occasionally appears in the main text.
"Daixigang." Dai Shanyan's voice was soft, not as usual, but rather like when she was at her worst. That indifferent, nonchalant attitude.
Chang Xile paused for a moment, then continued, "It was your sister, Dai Shanyan, who allowed me to wear this to her funeral."
Dai Xigang had just tightened his grip on the cup, but before he could even exert any strength, Chang Xile glanced at him and knew he was about to smash it. He sighed softly, "This is Shanyan's favorite tea set. If you smash it, it will become a broken piece."
Everyone watched as Daisy Harbor took a deep breath and released the teacup. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his back slightly stiff from long periods of inactivity, and smiled sarcastically, "You speak as if you know her well. I've never heard her mention you."
"What a coincidence! I haven't heard her mention you either," Chang Xile retorted without missing a word. She casually poured herself a cup of tea from the table and took a sip with intense concentration. She hadn't even had time to drink water on the whole journey; she was practically smoldering with thirst.
The air was quiet for a while, and the young masters and young ladies from various families looked at her with different expressions.
Chang Xile's outfit stood out against the couture-inspired outfits of the crowd. They say fashion is all about appearance. She wore no makeup, yet her delicate features and naturally rosy lips captivated her. Her every move was captivating.
Daisy waited until she finished drinking, then watched her speak slowly. Her face was clearly smiling, but her tone was filled with sarcasm: "Don't you understand her? Shanyan said in her will that she didn't want her funeral to be all dark, and you went against her will."
"Last wish?" Daisy Gang frowned. "What last wish?"
Chang Xile was silent for a while, listening to Dai Shanyan complaining in her ear: "It was the letter I wrote for a long time and left on his desk, but he tore it up like a madman."
Chang Xile conveys it word for word.
Dai Xigang's expression gradually became solemn. He stood up and suddenly said to everyone present as if nothing had happened: "It's almost time. Please go into the main hall."
As soon as the words fell, several waiters who had been waiting nearby immediately stepped forward to direct the guests. The guests, still somewhat reluctant to leave after watching the excitement, left reluctantly. Chang Xile shrugged and prepared to follow suit.
"You stay." Dai Xigang loosened the watch strap on his wrist and slowly walked towards Chang Xile, as if asking her, or as if talking to himself, "She even told you this?"
A few years ago, Dai Shanyan's condition worsened, leading to multiple ICU visits and multiple critical illness notices. Doctors hinted at her potential mortality. She wasn't even an adult at the time, at the age when she loved running and jumping, yet she could only lie in bed, watching various tubes pump life-sustaining fluids into her body.
But later, she got through it, and everything seemed to be getting better. One morning, Daisy found a letter on the desk, opened it, read it for a few seconds, and then tore it to pieces.
Dai Shanyan had a big quarrel with him about this.
Dai Xigang's eyes were deep, and it was unknown what he was thinking. After a while, he asked, "How did you two meet?"
Chang Xile crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows: "I thought that families like yours would know everything about any stranger who approaches the family."
After she finished speaking, she didn't care about Daisy Port's request for her to "stay" and just followed the direction the crowd had just left.
When Chang Xile left the rotunda, Dai Xigang stared at her back and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
“Always rejoice.”
Her clear voice came from the wind, but the person was no longer in her sight.
Daisy Gang's eyes flickered slightly, and he waved to the secretary standing behind him, nodding his head as he listened to the other's whispered report.
"I've never seen you so angry." Dai Shanyan, who had just overheard a sarcastic conversation between Chang Xile and her brother, suddenly sighed.
"I just don't like him." Chang Xile's anger hadn't subsided yet, and the thought of it made her angry again, "How could he be like this?"
What kind of mood does a person feel when they write a suicide note in advance? It means they accept that their life is limited, and that everything around them may be their last. Every additional word is a death sentence.
Chang Xile felt sad just thinking about it, and that so-called relative tore up such an important letter.
"Don't be angry. It's been so long, I'm not sad anymore." Dai Shanyan comforted her and whispered in her ear, "After dinner, I'll take you to my room."
Chang Xile nodded, subconsciously wanting to touch Dai Shanyan's hair. As she raised her hand, she remembered that she was no longer with her. She was silent for a moment, her fingertips falling back to her hair.
In the main hall, people were drinking and chatting with each other in groups. Some of them stopped talking when they saw Chang Xile walk in, and looked at Chang Xile with indescribable eyes, as if they were very interested in this woman whose background was unknown but who had angered the young master of the Dai family.
Chang Xile pretended not to see it and took a glass of wine from the tray in the hands of the waiter next to him.
She couldn't hold her liquor very well, so she just took a sip and asked to herself, "I don't think I can find your parents here. Do I need to go see them for you?"
"It's okay." Dai Shanyan had watched Chang Xile scroll through his phone. Her mother was so grief-stricken she must have fallen ill, and her father was probably taking care of her. That was why Dai Xigang had been entrusted with Dai Shanyan's funeral.
Chang Xile nodded, noticing that the people around her who were still looking at her were still snickering and talking as they watched her. This made Chang Xile very uncomfortable and she completely lost her appetite.
She simply walked to the corner of the main hall with her wine glass. To the west was a long corridor. According to Dai Shanyan, after walking through the corridor and then through a garden, she found her family's residence.
The corridor was deep and long, with paintings hanging on the walls on both sides. Judging from the names on the sides, they all seemed to be masterpieces by famous artists. Chang Xile glanced at them quickly and walked forward quickly.
The Dai family made her feel uncomfortable and she wanted to leave early.
However, Chang Xile slowly stopped and stood in front of a huge painting, fascinated by it.
"Like it?" Dai Shanyan said proudly when she saw her stop. "You have good taste. This is the painting I was talking about. How does it compare to the one your boyfriend gave me?"
"It looks good." Chang Xile said honestly, "It's a different kind of good-looking."
The painting depicts a massive statue of a deity, a stone woman seated cross-legged within a tall temple, looking down upon the world with a faint smile on her lips. On the stone steps before her lies a small blue gladiolus.
"I've seen this statue before." She carefully examined every detail of the painting and muttered to herself, "I should find time to go back and say thank you."
If it weren't for the Taoist priest from Xiaoyu Temple showing her the way, she might still be wandering around Changle Mountain.
"I paid a high price for it, but it seems difficult for you to take such a large painting away quietly." Dai Shanyan began to think of a solution in distress.
"It's okay. You don't have to own a painting if you like it." Chang Xile smiled soothingly and was about to move forward, but was interrupted by a voice.
"This is a painting by that painter Prosit, right?"
Chang Xile was startled by the sound and almost spilled the wine in her goblet. Turning around, she saw Chen Moxin, whom she had met before the show, walking up to her.
"I know. The artist's name is marked on the side of each painting." Chang Xile answered him with a forced smile.
"I admire Prosit's work very much, but very few of his works are in circulation, and each one is worth a fortune. If I had known the Dai family had bought one, I'd be truly lucky to be able to admire it today." Chen Moxin gazed up at the stunning painting and continued, "Did you know? Each of his works has an anti-counterfeiting mark."
"I don't know." Chang Xile said flatly. The two looked at each other in silence for a while.
Logically speaking, if you want to continue this topic, you should ask: "What is it?" Otherwise, it will make the person who started the topic feel a little embarrassed.
Chang Xile refused. She blinked and looked at Chen Moxin, hoping that this uninvited guest would leave tactfully - she still had to make another trip on Dai Shanyan's behalf.
Chen Moxin, however, was quite content with Chang Xile's "not knowing," giving him the opportunity to teach her: "If you use a UV pen to examine Prosit's paintings, you'll find a plum blossom print hidden inside. Every flower looks exactly the same, so you'll know once you compare them."
Chang Xile watched as Chen Moxin took out a small ultraviolet pen from somewhere. She suppressed her complaint of "Who on earth would carry this with them?" and looked at the place where the gladiolus flower was in the painting. Sure enough, a mark shaped like a plum blossom slowly emerged.
"This looks more like a cat's paw print, right?" Chang Xile took a closer look and did not agree with the "plum blossom" statement.
Chen Moxin had never seen Prosit's real work before, so it was difficult for him to refute it.
Are you done? It was her turn. Chang Xile glanced at the hour hand on the clock in the distance. There was no time for further small talk. She asked, "Do you know what the word Prosit means?"
"This..." Chen Moxin smiled politely, noticing that the way she pronounced the words was a little different from his.
"You're pronouncing it wrong. This is a German word. The r should be pronounced with a uvular sound, and the s is a voiced sound before a vowel. It's a toast, meaning everything goes smoothly and peacefully. Just like this..." As Chang Xile finished speaking, she smiled and stretched out her hand to Chen Moxin to toast her half-drunk glass of red wine, demonstrating, "Prosit!"
The girl in front of him smiled brightly, her hair brushing against her fair cheek as she tilted her head. The red wine swayed against the sides of the glass, spilling out easily. Chen Moxin's shirt was slightly dampened by the wine, revealing a red stain.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Chang Xile feigned surprise, took back the wine glass, and apologized insincerely, "You can ask the waiter to take you to change clothes."
"It's my fault for not being well-dressed in front of a lady." Chen Moxin apologized without a second thought. He looked at Chang Xile without blinking, not disguising the amazement in his eyes. At the same time, he raised his glass slightly, drank it down in one gulp, and echoed her, "Prosit."
Chang Xile watched him leave. Although he had achieved his goal of driving him away, he still felt a lingering strange feeling in his heart.
She resisted the urge to cover her ears with her hands - Dai Shanyan, who had just watched a good show, had been laughing so hard that she almost broke her eardrums.
This was the first time Dai Shanyan laughed so happily today.
Chang Xile also laughed and asked her, "How do I get to your bedroom? Lead the way quietly, and don't shoot."
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