Jiang Ningxi simply stared at him coldly, uttering a single word.
"roll!"
The next second, Fu Xingzhou suddenly stood up and kicked the stool behind him away.
Bang--
A loud bang was heard.
"Jiang Ningxi! You'll regret this!"
Jiang Ningxi gave another cold laugh, "If my stool breaks, I'll make you pay with your life!"
Fu Xingzhou felt like he was about to explode with anger.
No woman has ever dared to treat him like that.
"Woman! You are very good!"
The next moment, he turned and left.
Seeing that he had finally left, Jiang Ningxi asked Qi Xing to bring over another bowl of soup.
"Luckily there's still some left in the kitchen, otherwise, we would have chased that guy back and given him a beating!"
Qi Xing ladled out another bowl of soup and put it down.
Somewhat amused, he said, "I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but I always feel like this President Fu treats you a little differently."
Jiang Ningxi rolled her eyes. "Who cares how he treats me? I don't care anyway."
Then he lowered his head and happily drank the soup.
*
When Fu Xingzhou returned to the Fu family's old house, covered in soup and with a gloomy expression.
Grandpa Fu's expectant expression turned to astonishment.
"What happened to you, kid?"
"Isn't it all because I wanted to get the painting for you!" Fu Xingzhou threw the painting in his hand onto the pear wood desk in front of him, and said angrily.
Grandpa Fu immediately lowered his head and looked at the painting on the table with a nervous expression.
"What are you doing? Be careful, don't get it dirty or broken."
Fu Xingzhou: ...
"Shouldn't you be concerned about me first?"
Grandpa Fu didn't even glance at him.
"It's just a little bit of soup that got on my skin by accident. I can just take a shower when I get home."
"After you take a shower, let the doctor examine you again, is that alright?"
After saying that, he couldn't wait to unroll the scroll.
Soon, a familiar garden came into his view.
Only after the scroll was fully unrolled did his aged face reveal an overwhelming surge of excitement.
A deep sense of nostalgia flickered in her slightly reddened eyes.
Fu Xingzhou asked curiously, "Grandpa, although this painting looks beautiful, you don't need to get so excited."
Jiang Ningxi's garden painting is indeed very artistic and beautiful, making people feel as if they are there.
But it's not a masterpiece by a famous author.
However, Fu Xingzhou soon discovered...
The scenery in this picture looks somewhat familiar.
Come to think of it, isn't it somewhat similar to the old house of the Fu family?
"Was that woman painted based on our old house?"
Grandpa Fu nodded repeatedly, but then quickly shook his head.
"I really didn't expect that she could draw it so well, almost exactly the same."
"Exactly the same? They're only slightly similar." Fu Xingzhou said, feigning displeasure.
Hearing him say that, Old Master Fu turned and glanced at him.
He shook his head with a smile, "That's why you don't understand."
"To be precise, the scene in this picture should not be called an old house, but a prince's mansion."
“It looks exactly like the photos I saw when I was little, next to your great-grandfather.”
After speaking, he paused, and said with a hint of melancholy in his eyes, "Our old house is no longer as magnificent as it once was as a royal residence."
"I am so glad that I can see such a scene in my lifetime."
"That girl Jiang Ningxi actually managed to draw such a scene just by visiting our old house once. Don't you think she's amazing?"
Fu Xingzhou suddenly realized.
"Grandpa, do you still have those photos? Why have I never seen them?"
You saw it when you were little, so you might have forgotten it.
"The photo is black and white; it doesn't look as good as this painting."
"But are you really going to look at photos with me now, with your head covered in vegetable soup?" Old Master Fu asked, looking him up and down.
At this moment, Fu Xingzhou also remembered that he was still covered in dirt.
His complexion instantly worsened.
"I'll go back and take a shower first, then I'll come and look at the photos with you later."
He turned and left immediately after saying that.
He didn't return to his study until more than an hour later.
Grandpa Fu, who had been sitting at his desk looking at the photos for a while, slowly raised his head to look at him.
"Did you scrub off all the skin?"
Fu Xingzhou: ...
"grandfather!"
"This is all Jiang Ningxi's fault!"
"If she hadn't deliberately spilled vegetable soup all over me, would I have needed to wash for so long?"
Grandpa Fu smiled slightly, "Oh, I see."
"It's okay. Anyway, you won't need to ask her for paintings anymore. There shouldn't be any chance of meeting her again. You don't have to put up with her anymore."
Hearing him say that, Fu Xingzhou should have been happy.
But for some reason, I didn't feel happy.
Some couldn't help but ask, "You like that woman's paintings so much, is this one really enough?"
Grandpa Fu smiled and shook his head slightly, "What good will it do if you want more? Are you going to force your grandson to work for someone else again?"
"Grandpa still loves you very much."
After saying that, before Fu Xingzhou could speak, he seemed to have thought of something and said something else.
"The Lunar New Year is just around the corner. Bring your girlfriend over on New Year's Eve."
Looking at his expressionless face, Fu Xingzhou was momentarily unable to figure out what he meant.
He asked, puzzled, "Didn't you always dislike Xinyao and disagree with me being with her?"
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