Although she found the man's words strange, Qin Ge didn't hide anything from him and simply described how Jiang's mother had bothered her that day.
As he spoke, the boy sat on Huo Beiyuan's lap, gradually relaxing his posture.
Huo Beiyuan took Qin Ge's hand and casually played with it while listening.
Qin Ge had just massaged his legs, and his hands were still covered in the faint, bitter scent of the ointment. His knuckles felt smooth and moist, like the touch of mutton fat jade.
It feels very nice to touch.
The man's eyes darkened, and after he finished speaking, he asked, "Don't you want to see the Jiang family again?"
Why does it sound like they're about to wipe out the Jiang family in a heartbeat?
"Just leave me alone," Qin Ge said. "Grandma Jiang... she's been quite nice to 'me'."
Qin Ge didn't have a good impression of the Jiang family, but she wouldn't generalize and condemn them all.
At least Madam Jiang did protect the original owner of the body.
She felt sorry for her young grandson's plight and situation in the Jiang family, and she reprimanded Jiang's parents on behalf of the original owner.
However, this old lady was in poor health and died young, before the original owner of the body.
Huo Beiyuan nodded. "Uncle understands."
Qin Ge, “?”
What do you know?
Huo Beiyuan then slowly asked, "Isn't Madam Jiang's birthday banquet coming up soon?"
The invitation to the birthday banquet had been respectfully delivered to Jiyuan long ago.
From a public perspective, the Huo family of Beicheng is a top-tier wealthy family in the capital, and it is only proper etiquette to send an invitation to such a prestigious banquet. From a private perspective, Jiang Xibai, the youngest son of the Jiang family, and Lu Sinian, the eldest son of the Lu family of Nancheng, are engaged. Lu Sinian should call the head of the Huo family "little uncle," and the Jiang family is also related to the Huo family. Therefore, it is both reasonable and appropriate to send this invitation to the Huo family.
Whether or not to go is entirely up to Huo Beiyuan's own decision.
The Jiang family didn't expect the current head of the Huo family to give them face and attend the banquet.
“That’s right.” Qin Ge nodded, a hint of sarcasm in his lips. “That idiot Jiang Ye and Ms. Gu have come to G University time and time again to ask me to return to the Jiang family. I’m afraid they won’t be able to get past the old lady.”
He paused for a moment, then said, "Although I don't want to see the Jiang family, I still have to go to the old lady's birthday banquet."
Qin Ge thought Huo Beiyuan would think he was soft-hearted.
Instead of stopping him, Huo Beiyuan asked, "Of course. Is the gift ready?"
Ah, this...
Qin Ge hasn't chosen a gift yet.
He said, "...I'll prepare tomorrow."
Perhaps feeling that even if she said it without batting an eye, it wouldn't change the underlying sense of unease, Qin Ge added to save face, "The old lady doesn't care about such superficial things."
Huo Beiyuan smiled, not exposing his lie, a faint smile playing on his lips, and asked, "What does the old lady like?"
"A painting," Qin Ge answered without hesitation.
Madam Jiang's real name was Shen Xipiao. In her youth, she was a painter with some fame. She painted ink wash paintings and became acquainted with many masters in the domestic art world.
Jiang Xibai was introduced into the art world through her influence.
After all, before the incident of the real and fake young masters being switched at birth in the wealthy family, Jiang Ting was the designated next heir of the Jiang Group, and Jiang Ye broke into the entertainment industry and became a popular idol. For Jiang Xibai, the youngest son of the wealthy family with poor health, the path of art was the most suitable one.
He has the means to study art and isn't afraid of spending money; the Jiang family can afford it. Even if he doesn't achieve anything in the end, the hundreds of millions in dividends he receives every year as a young master of a wealthy family will be enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, Jiang Xibai lived up to expectations and showed great talent in the arts.
It is said that the value of an artist's work is only realized after his death. After Madam Jiang passed away, the value of the paintings she left behind increased dramatically, with one painting even worth millions. In her will, she left all the paintings to their original owners.
However, the original owner of this body didn't live much longer than her.
All the connections and relationships she had built ultimately benefited Jiang Xibai, enabling him to achieve the status of "the youngest painter in the country."
Since Madam Jiang is an artist, he should cater to her tastes.
Qin Ge's eyes moved slightly, a strange light flickering within them.
Huo Beiyuan squeezed the boy's slender knuckles, "Have you decided what gift to give the old lady?"
"Hmm." Qin Ge nodded subconsciously, then belatedly realized that the man was holding his hand and playing with it meticulously. His lips twitched slightly. What's wrong with him?
My fingers felt slightly itchy from being played with.
Qin Ge tried to pull his hand back, but Huo Beiyuan held it firmly, casually hooking his fingertips together and asking, "Baby, do you remember what I said?"
Qin Ge is now immune to the term "baby" and said with a smirk, "Stop keeping me in suspense."
"If I hear another swear word from your mouth, one more swear word and I'll have to kiss you for ten minutes," Huo Beiyuan slowly reminded him.
Although it was meant as a reminder, Qin Ge heard it sound more like a threat.
However, if it was meant to be a threat, the man's tone, tinged with a smile, sounded more like...flirting between lovers.
Qin Ge was about to retort, "I..." but...
Before he could finish the last word, the boy suddenly remembered that he had unintentionally called Jiang Ye an idiot, and his expression changed.
Huo Beiyuan breathed into Qin Ge's ear, his laughter deep and tinged with ambiguity, "Baby, you remember now?"
Qin Ge's ears felt tingly and numb, and the tips of her fair ears quickly turned a blush. She tried her best to keep a calm expression on her face. "Is being an idiot considered stupid?"
"Two sentences," Huo Beiyuan said.
Damn it, I can't calm down at all!
Qin Ge angrily retorted, "Damn it, this is entrapment!"
The man's long, slender fingers pinched his chin. "Three sentences."
Qin Ge shut up, “…”
I'm so angry!
They weren't talking about Platonic love. He wasn't against kissing, intimacy, or even going further, but a single swear word could lead to a ten-minute kiss, or three swear words could result in...
Thirty minutes!
Your lips must be chapped from all this time!
Qin Ge used his clever mind at high speed, trying to figure out how to escape the 'punishment'.
At this moment, perhaps sensing the boy's reluctance, Huo Beiyuan suddenly smiled at Qin Ge.
A man who is pure of heart and meticulous in his work does not like to smile. His face always wears an inscrutable expression, making it difficult to discern the color of his emotions from his eyes. Only the dignity and aloofness of a superior are visible. However, when he does smile, it is as brilliant as summer flowers and as beautiful as the autumn moon, giving people a dazzling feeling.
At least, Qin Ge's breath hitched slightly.
Then a bad feeling arose in my heart.
Why is this perfectly normal old man smiling so beautifully, like an iron tree in bloom?
Qin Ge admitted that he was momentarily captivated by beauty, but he was not easily swayed by looks and quickly became wary.
He has a strong sense of crisis.
It's definitely not going to be good.
Huo Beiyuan's voice rang out: "Perhaps we can try a different approach..."
Qin Ge, "What?"
The next second, Qin Ge felt her hand being pulled to a certain spot by the man, and she heard a low, husky voice with a hint of seductive allure in her ear:
"Let's do something else tonight... to offset it, hmm?"
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