Chapter 111 Pastels

On the path at the gate of the courtyard, Qu Xin was struggling with the bodyguards while screaming, "Get the hell out of here! Who the hell are you? How dare you come and pull me? You're just a dog beside Yuan Tingchuan, do you really think you're that serious? Let me go!"

The bodyguards had blank expressions on their faces, as if they had no ears. They just held her arms tightly without saying a word.

Qu Xin couldn't get away, her face flushed red, and she shouted at the door: "Du Ruo, you bastard, get out of here, get out of here and explain yourself."

Du Ruo stood by the window with her shoulders folded. Yuan Shurui held her clothes tightly. His lips were pursed and his fingers were shaking a little. He had a deep fear of Qu Xin.

Feeling Yuan Shurui's trembling, Du Ruo stretched out a hand and gently stroked Yuan Shurui's back twice: "Don't be afraid, what's there to be afraid of?"

Qu Xin outside the door became more and more hysterical, her voice shrill and screaming. Du Ruo seemed to be listening to some music, with a smile on her lips.

She stretched out her hand to push open the window and tapped the glass twice with her fingers: "It's here, why don't you have good eyesight?"

Listening to Du Ruo's calm but smiling voice, Qu Xin was so angry that she was shaking all over. She yelled, "Is it you? Is it you who told the secret? You are meddling in other people's business. Be careful or I will kill you."

Du Ruo said in a soothing voice: "Even if I didn't do anything, don't you still want to kill me?"

In fact, she was really wronged in this matter. She didn't even know that this matter was related to Qu Xin. Of course, if she knew what to do, she would have done it.

Du Ruo just felt a little regretful. It was a rare opportunity and it was a pity. If she knew that Qu Xin was related to this matter, she would not have done it so lightly. She would have to think of a way to maximize the benefits.

Yuan Tingchuan came in from outside. He didn't even look at Qu Xin. He frowned and said to the bodyguards, "You can't even control a woman, and you let her run here. You are getting more and more successful. If you do it again, you don't have to follow me."

The faces of several bodyguards changed drastically. They suddenly grabbed Qu Xin's arm and twisted it. Amid her screams, they dragged her out. In a few moments, the garden returned to peace.

It wasn't that the bodyguards were being kind to Qu Xin, they were just being considerate of Yuan Shurui. After all, she was the young master's biological mother, so they didn't dare to use too harsh a hand on her.

Now that Mr. Yuan was angry, they didn't dare to hesitate any longer and directly dragged the man out.

Yuan Tingchuan walked into the room and saw Du Ruo and the two children looking at him. He couldn't help but smile: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Shurui seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. He secretly glanced at Yuan Tingchuan, lowered his head and said nothing.

Yuan Tingchuan frowned: "You are my eldest son, why are you so timid? What have you learned?"

He once felt extremely pity for this son, but now he was extremely disappointed. As the eldest grandson of the Yuan family, this child was too timid. He was so timid when faced with a little setback and it was difficult for him to achieve anything great.

Du Ruo winked at Yuan Tingchuan and sent the two children out to play. She looked at Yuan Tingchuan and said, "How old is he? Being treated like that by his own mother, he needs patient guidance from his parents. What are you doing?"

Yuan Tingchuan pursed his lips and looked out the window with some sadness: "There are many people in my family, and there are many disputes. If Shu Rui is not willing to work hard now, his future will be miserable. Even if I am here, who can follow me for the rest of my life."

He looked at Du Ruo and said, "Don't be too pampered with your child. Don't you think about it? Starting a business is hard, and keeping it is even harder. If you pamper him like this, will he be able to keep it?"

"What is there to worry about? Let him do whatever he likes. Life is but a fleeting hundred years, and in the blink of an eye it's another life. Why think so much?"

Yuan Tingchuan looked at her disapprovingly: "You women are short-sighted. You should educate your child well when he is so young. You are harming the child by letting him go like you did. Don't worry about the child anymore. Leave him to me."

Du Ruo smiled and said, "Your son can take care of you as he pleases, but you don't need to worry about my son."

Yuan Tingchuan said with a stern face: "Do you know what is good for you, woman? Do you think I have so much free time? You are unwilling to let me chase you?"

Du Ruo: "I know what you are thinking. We don't need to hide it. You are taking up too much territory. Please stop it."

Yuan Tingchuan's face was a little unnatural, but it returned to normal in an instant. He muttered softly: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise. The ancients were not deceiving me."

Du Ruo, bah!

As the two were talking, Yuan Wu hurried in holding a box. "Mr. Yuan, the masters in front of us are a little unsure of the age of this item. I want you to take a look at it."

Yuan Tingchuan's face darkened, and he sneered, "You're taking the money but can't do the work?"

Yuan Wu didn't dare to say anything, and the other masters were also at a loss. There had been a small mistake a few days ago, and Mr. Yuan's face had been so gloomy that water could drip out of it. The masters were so scared that cold sweats broke out on their foreheads. If there were another mistake today, Mr. Yuan wouldn't have to get angry, they could just roll up their sleeves and get out.

Unfortunately, the masters had different opinions and no one could convince anyone else, so they finally brought the matter to Mr. Yuan. Although this would make Mr. Yuan unhappy, it was better than causing trouble. They did not want to endure Mr. Yuan's wrath again.

Yuan Tingchuan opened the box, and inside the box was a pink-glazed wall vase with Eight Immortals figures. The bottom glaze was porcelain white, and the Eight Immortals painted on the body of the vase were lifelike. Holding up the vase, the signature underneath clearly read "Made in the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty."

Judging from this, this is a pastel-colored wall vase from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty.

Du Ruo's brows knitted tightly together. Something was wrong with the movements on the boss's head...

Yuan Tingchuan's voice came to my ears: "The shape is smooth, the color is natural, the whiteness and transparency are very good, the white glaze of the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty is better than the white glaze of the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, and the Eight Immortals pattern porcelain was popular in the middle of the Ming Dynasty and became popular again in the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty. It looks like a genuine product."

"However, the feel is not right." Yuan Tingchuan said as he weighed it lightly in his hand twice, his brows becoming more and more furrowed.

Du Ruo asked, "Is it a replica from the Republic of China?"

"No, this porcelain is obviously much more delicate than the replica from the Republic of China period, but it is so delicate that it looks fake no matter how you look at it."

"The luster is a bit shiny, it should be a product of modern craftsmanship." Yuan Tingchuan's voice was firm.

He was a little confused and said to himself: "What's going on? Why are there so many fakes recently, and they are all pastels."

Du Ruo's voice came to my ears: "Your ex-wife has been making a lot of money recently?"