Chapter 64 Raising Children with Her Ex-Husband's Money
Yun Zhaozhao's expression was also not good. She couldn't forget the seven years of feelings, but she really couldn't go back.
If Pei Jiuyan truly cared about her, how could he not see her grievances? It was just that she was spoiled and took it for granted. He wove a cage for her, making her used to him and unable to escape.
“Zhaozhao”.
Fu Shangluo was waiting at the entrance of the banquet hall at some point. When he saw her coming, he quickly went to greet her, "Grandpa Huang is looking for you."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Yun Zhaozhao hurried off to find Grandpa Huang, while Fu Shangluo glanced toward the flower room and pursed his thin lips slightly. Pei Jiuyan was really disgusting. How could he have the nerve to bother Zhaozhao?
Grandpa Huang sought out Yun Zhaozhao to introduce her to several elders, all of whom were highly influential figures in the literary world.
At first, the elders didn't take Yun Zhaozhao seriously. They only spoke to her a few times because of Grandpa Huang. Later, they discovered that Yun Zhaozhao had a lot of knowledge about calligraphy and painting, and they changed their minds.
Seeing their expressions, Old Master Huang said, "Didn't you ask me who painted that peacock painting? Well, the painter himself is right here."
The elderly men looked incredulous. One of them, who was impatient, couldn't help but say, "Old Huang, you can't say things like that just because she's your granddaughter."
Grandpa Huang was about to argue with the person after hearing this, but Yun Zhaozhao quickly stopped him and then explained to the old man in detail her state of mind when she painted the painting, as well as some minor flaws in the color scheme.
Apart from the original author, no one else would have such profound insights. Now, all the elders believed that the painting was by Yun Zhaozhao.
"Master Huang, you come from a family with a long tradition of scholarship; you've surpassed your teacher!"
"That's natural."
Grandpa Huang said happily, "She was only fifteen years old when she painted that picture."
The group offered their praise again, and one of them couldn't help but ask, "Why haven't we seen any new works by Zhao Zhao in the past few years?"
Mentioning this matter immediately darkened Old Master Huang's face, and Yun Zhaozhao complained bitterly. This man really knew how to bring up the most sensitive topics.
However, she had to bear the consequences of her own mistakes. She glanced at Grandpa Huang before saying, "I was young and ignorant, and I didn't put my heart into painting afterward. I will pick it up again later."
The matter between Yun Zhaozhao and Pei Jiuyan had caused such a stir that the elders knew about it to some extent. They earnestly advised her not to waste such a great talent.
Listening to the teachings of the elders, Yun Zhaozhao wished she could go back in time and slap her past self, who was obsessed with love.
What was she thinking at the time? How could she have given up all of this for Pei Jiuyan?
Pei Jiuyan didn't like her dancing, so after Ningxu went abroad, she stopped dancing as well; Pei Jiuyan disliked the smell of paint on her, so she gave up her favorite activity, painting.
She devoted herself entirely to Pei Jiuyan, but in the end, she made a fool of herself.
At the end of the banquet, Yun Zhaozhao announced that she would be holding an auction in three days to sell Pei Jiuyan's real estate and collectibles.
"If you're interested, please arrive early."
Yun Zhaozhao announced the news calmly, but the others were far from calm.
They heard that Yun Zhaozhao and Pei Jiuyan were getting a divorce, and that Pei Jiuyan had been cheated on by her friend. They thought Yun Zhaozhao would be the one to leave with nothing, but now it seems that it is Pei Jiuyan who is at fault. So, Pei Jiuyan should be the one at fault.
Regardless of what others were thinking, Yun Zhaozhao just wanted to get rid of everything she had and had nothing more to do with Pei Jiuyan. She also wanted to use this opportunity to tell Pei Jiuyan that there was no longer any possibility between them.
The news spread like wildfire throughout the upper echelons of society.
Xing Shangye looked at his friend with sympathy, "Should we say hello to the others?"
Once Pei Jiuyan speaks up, no one dares to bid on those items. No matter what they do behind the scenes, no one in Kyoto dares to openly oppose Pei Jiuyan, not even the Fu family or Chen Boxu.
Pei Jiuyan drank a glass of wine and said, "No need."
Yun Zhaozhao's words kept lashing at him. He didn't even dare to appear in front of her anymore. The little princess, who had been pampered since childhood, had suffered endless grievances at his hands. How could he have the face to let her come back?
"Can you do me a favor?"
Pei Jiuyan told Xing Shangye about the location several times: "You should buy all of these when the time comes."
Everything else is irrelevant, but these things are of great importance to him and Yun Zhaozhao, and he cannot let them fall into the hands of others.
"OK."
Xing Shangye readily agreed, but seeing Pei Jiuyan drink another cup, he couldn't help but say, "Stop drinking. Have you forgotten about your previous hospitalization? If something happens again, I won't send you to the hospital."
Upon hearing this, Pei Jiuyan only said one sentence: "Tell me, if I die, will Zhaozhao forgive me?"
Xing Shangye felt a chill run down his spine. He knew what Pei Jiuyan was like when she went crazy: "Don't go crazy. If you really die, the little princess will run into someone else's arms in no time. Do you believe me?"
These words worked on Pei Jiuyan. His expression cleared up a bit, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it. The baby can only be mine."
Xing Shangye breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, you have to deal with a madman in a madman's way.
Three days later, at the Wen family auction house, Wen Jinyan personally arrived and confirmed the goods with Yun Zhaozhao.
He originally didn't want to take this order, as no one in Kyoto dared to take it. However, after receiving a call from Pei Jiuyan, he quickly contacted Yun Zhaozhao.
Although he was mentally prepared, Wen Jinyan's eyelids still twitched when he saw Yun Zhaozhao preparing to sell all those things.
"Zhaozhao, are you really not going to reconsider? Many of these items are priceless and unavailable."
Even someone like him who runs an auction house felt it was a waste to sell some of the items, but Yun Zhaozhao firmly said, "No consideration, sell them all. Brother Jinyan, these things are priceless to you, but to me they're practically trash."
"I'm starting a new life, and there can't be any more trash in the house."
Her ex-husband and everything about him should be thrown into the trash can. However, Pei Jiuyan's trash is still somewhat useful, at least it can be recycled, which is much better than him as a person.
Wen Jinyan choked upon hearing this; only Yun Zhaozhao could so boldly call these things trash.
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'll try my best to get you a good price."
"Thank you, Brother Jinyan. It's good to make more money; raising children is very expensive."
As Yun Zhaozhao spoke, she subconsciously touched her lower abdomen. Wen Jinyan's lips twitched. Using Pei Jiuyan's money to support other people's children—it has to be said, this was indeed something Yun Zhaozhao was capable of doing.
The auction started quickly, and Yun Zhaozhao sat in the first row. She saw that Pei Jiuyan had also come, but she looked away indifferently. If Pei Jiuyan could still afford it, she wouldn't mind if he bought it.
There were a lot of people here today, and it seemed they weren't just there to watch the fun. Yun Zhaozhao was secretly looking forward to it, hoping it wouldn't disappoint her!
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