Chapter 22 Old Madam Lou Arrives
In the following days, Lou Hongjian began to leave early and return late again.
He didn't go to nightclubs or any entertainment venues; he just drove his convertible around Haicheng aimlessly. He said he was looking for a good spot.
He also organized all his paintings, and whenever he had free time, he would sit in front of his easel and start creating.
Even Mao Mao acted as his model several times.
After sitting on a small stool for many days in a row, Little Muse's bottom started to hurt. One time, while he was turning around to look for a suitable tube of paint, he secretly escaped.
I ran downstairs and ran into my mother.
Xia Xiaoxiang was carrying a small bag and was about to go out.
She wore an elegant cheongsam, her hair was permed into small curls, and her lips were painted red, like a modern woman in a movie magazine.
"Mother—"
A little dumpling ran into her arms, tilted its head up to reveal a cute, chubby face: "Mama smells so good."
"You have good taste."
Xia Xiaoxiang beamed, cupped her little face and kissed her, leaving a big red lip print on her face: "This is perfume I bought at the department store. It's a foreign brand, so expensive."
"Mother, where are you going?"
"The first wife bought five tickets and invited us to a concert together. I heard it's by a very famous foreign musician."
“Mother, I want to go too.”
Xia Xiaoxiang laughed: "You're going? You don't understand those pianos, violins, and other Western instruments anyway. Be careful you don't fall asleep there."
"Mother, can you understand me?"
Xia Xiaoxiang was embarrassed.
She couldn't understand it either.
What Western musical instruments? She had never heard of any of them, and none of them were as lively as the suona.
The first wife hosted a dinner party, and all three other concubines attended, so she couldn't be absent either.
Xia Xiaoxiang mysteriously took a small box out of her bag: "Mother has this." She took it out for a moment, then immediately put it back in.
Upon closer inspection, Mao Mao realized it was a box of mentholatum.
“I even had a cup of coffee beforehand,” Xia Xiaoxiang said, well-prepared. “I definitely won’t fall asleep there.”
The third concubine came down the stairs, also dressed in a new outfit, her high heels making a crisp clicking sound.
She glanced at Xia Xiaoxiang, who immediately stood up straight, afraid that she would look down on her.
But when the third concubine passed by, she still heard a soft snort: "Pretending to know what you don't."
Xia Xiaoxiang remained expressionless and asked Mao Mao, "Does Mother look good today?"
Mao Mao responded loudly, "It's beautiful!"
"Is she the most beautiful person you've ever seen?"
"yes!"
Xia Xiaoxiang, feeling smug, glanced at the figure not far away and deliberately said, "Our Mao Mao has such good taste."
Third concubine: "..."
The car was parked at the door, ready to depart.
Mao Mao stood at the door, raising her little hand to see the ladies off. As she passed by, the second concubine squatted down and kissed her on the cheek, leaving a lip print on the other side.
When Lou Hongjian came downstairs to catch the runaway Little Muse, he saw two obvious red lipstick marks on her face.
Lou Hongjian took a handkerchief and wiped her face: "Little Mao Mao, where have you been fooling around with other women?"
Mao Mao tilted her head: "Flowers and plants?"
"It's a flower... never mind."
Lou Hongjian settled her back on the small stool, picked up his paintbrush again, and said, "Sit down properly, I'm going to sell this for a high price."
"oh."
Mao Mao, sit still obediently.
After a while, her little bottom started to move restlessly.
"Brother, do you play the qinqin?"
What kind of zither?
"Piano, little piano."
“It’s a violin.” Lou Hongjian scribbled on the canvas and said casually, “I know a little, so what?”
"Brother, what is Xiaoqin?"
Lou Hongjian laughed: "You want to hear it? Then you'll have to go find Asui, he plays the zither the best."
"Fourth brother?"
"He... never mind, it's nothing."
Lou Yansui used to be very good at playing the piano.
He was very smart, not only in his studies. Western culture was popular in China, so his first wife hired a foreign teacher for him. Unexpectedly, he learned quickly and mastered several musical instruments at a very young age.
But that was before the incident.
In the kidnapping incident, his hands were also broken. After much rehabilitation, they are now functioning normally enough to eat and live a normal life, but he can no longer do more delicate work, such as playing the piano.
There was a piano in the small living room, but it had long been covered with a white cloth and had been gathering dust for a long time.
Today, the sound of the piano rang out once again.
The strings jingled and clanged randomly, but nothing sounded right.
Lou Yansui heard the sound and pushed her wheelchair out of the house. She found the small living room and saw a chubby little dumpling sitting on the tall piano stool.
Mao Mao was banging away on the piano with a blissful expression, her little feet dangling in mid-air, swinging back and forth with her joyful mood, clearly immersed in her own creation.
Lou Hongjian stood to the side, covering his head, hesitant to speak.
Lou Yansui: "..."
It's obvious that their sister has absolutely no musical talent.
Lou Feng entered the room, covering one ear with her hand: "...What's going on? Who's tearing the house down?"
"Big brother? Why are you back?"
"Hurry up," Lou Fengju said to his younger brothers. "I just got a call. Grandma is coming from our hometown. She's arrived in Haicheng and is at the train station."
"What?!"
"Why did she suddenly show up?!"
Lou Hongjian's face paled: "Then I'll go hide outside for a while?"
Of all his brothers, Old Madam Lou disliked him the most.
Lou Fengju went in and out of the room, asking, "Where's Mom?"
"Mom went to a concert with the other ladies. An Italian musician came to Haicheng to perform."
Why today of all days!
The brothers were in a chaotic mess, and the Lou family's servants were also busy running around, mopping the already tidy floor again and again until it was so shiny it could be used as a mirror.
Mao Mao was completely confused and looked at them curiously.
It seems someone is coming.
Mao Mao couldn't help. She watched as her third brother rushed upstairs like a gust of wind. When he reappeared, his well-tailored, high-end suit had vanished, and he had somehow found a loose-fitting robe that he had always complained was old-fashioned, and he was frantically fastening the buttons.
Lou Hongjian nervously gripped his brother: "How am I? Am I okay like this?"
Lou Yansui ignored him.
Because he himself was also busy looking in the mirror, checking if there was anything wrong with his body.
Mao Mao was lifted off the piano bench and watched as the beautiful piano was covered with a white cloth again. The decorations and furnishings in the house were also removed and replaced. Everyone in the house seemed to be wound up and stretched taut.
She scratched her head and ran outside to greet the arriving guests.
Mao Mao waited and waited, and then a car drove through the iron gate and stopped at the entrance.
Mao Mao looked over expectantly.
The car door opened, and a fluffy little animal nimbly jumped out.
Mao Mao's eyes lit up: "Cat!"
It was a large, white, long-haired cat with heterochromia (different colored eyes).
The big cat glanced at her, elegantly raised its paw to lick its fur, and flicked its long, fluffy tail at her: "Meow~"
Mao Mao was immediately drawn to the big tail.
"Kitty, I'm here!"
She ran over with her short legs and bright eyes.
Another person got out of the jeep.
Mao Mao ran up to her and saw the embroidery on the surface of a pair of cloth shoes. She paused, then looked up at them.
An elderly woman with half-gray hair looked down at him. She was stern and unsmiling, her hair was neatly combed into an old-fashioned bun at the back of her head, and the two deep nasolabial folds on her face added to her imposing presence.
"Whose child are you?"
Old Madam Lou asked sternly, "What are you doing here?"
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