"Mom——" Xue Wangjun heard the noise and hurried out to pull Xu Suzhen away.

"Let's go, let's go home and talk. It's useless to make such a scene here and let others laugh at us."

Xu Suzhen's aggressive style was the same as before, "Who dares to laugh at her? Who dares to let her take this child home to raise!"

Xue Wangjun turned around helplessly, and saw Ying Huanyu looking at him with tears in her eyes: "Dad, are you going to send me away?"

"No."

Xue Wangjun had no choice but to give the car keys to Ying Huanyu and asked her to wait in the car first.

Ying Huanyu got into the car crying, hating Li Minxue and Xu Suzhen in her heart.

If you can't raise her, why did you give birth to her? Now she is being humiliated!

Xue Wangjun used all his strength to pull Xu Suzhen into the car, "Okay, Mom, just say less."

"I haven't scolded you enough! They have said so many things about us behind our backs over the years, and you can't stand it after I scolded you once or twice today. These people are really meddling in other people's business!"

Xu Suzhen was so angry that her blood pressure soared. Xue Wangjun did not dare to talk back and drove back to the city quickly.

On the way, Xu Suzhen was still cursing, sometimes scolding the villagers for being cold-blooded, sometimes scolding Li Minxue for being irresponsible, giving birth to a child but not raising it, as if the child was born for their family.

"Mom, keep your voice down, the child is still here."

Xue Wangjun glanced at Ying Huanyu in the rearview mirror and saw her small body huddled up. He just felt sorry for her.

Xu Suzhen snorted, "You have no relationship with her, and you have raised her well until now, why do you feel guilty?"

"Don't say that when we get home. Xiaobao will be angry if he hears it."

Thinking of Xue Jiayu, Xu Suzhen stopped talking for a while.

If Xiaobao didn't like her, she would never have taken Ying Huanyu in.

And Ying Huanyu was also thinking about Xue Jiayu.

But there was some resentment in her heart. Since she insisted on bringing me back to raise me, why didn't she take good care of me and always be so nice to Zhan Nanqi! It was annoying just to look at her.

On the other side, Xue Jiayu and Jiang Qiuyu were eating and drinking well at Jiang's house.

Jiang Qiuyu is the only daughter of the Jiang family. Jiang Zirong and He Meiqun are both intellectuals with elegant temperaments. In their later years, they stayed at home writing and painting. Their life interests were extremely elegant.

The living room is filled with Jiang Zirong's collections, all of which are calligraphy and paintings and are very valuable.

Jiang Qiuyi held Xue Jiayu in her arms and introduced them one by one, "Look, these are the good things of my grandma and grandpa."

Jiang Zirong said cheerfully: "These are all for Xiaobao."

"No, you keep it for yourself. I've prepared one for Xiaobao." Jiang Qiuyu said coquettishly in front of her parents, as if she had returned to her teenage years.

"What's ours is yours, and what's yours is Xiaobao's. It's only a matter of time."

He Meiqin handed over a cup of ginseng tea, "Drink it, I see you have lost some weight recently. Is it tiring to take care of Xiaobao?"

"Not tired. Xiaobao is my source of motivation. How can I be tired taking care of her?"

Jiang Qiuyi took a big sip of ginseng tea and said, "It tastes good. Pack some for me and I'll take it back to my mother-in-law."

"You are so sensible now." He Meiqin touched her head, "Didn't you and your mother-in-law never see each other in the past?"

Jiang Qiuyu didn't say that it was because of Xue Jiayu's words that she and Xu Suzhen were able to resolve their long-standing grievances. She was afraid that if she spoke out, the two old people would be scared to death before she could move them.

While the adults were chatting, Xue Jiayu was wandering among the calligraphy and paintings, and was standing in a daze under a Tang Dynasty painting.

Jiang Zirong squatted down and asked, "Xiaobao, what are you looking at?"

"Grandpa, why is this painting only halfway through?"

"It has been passed down for so long and has gone through the baptism of war. It is half good enough." Jiang Zirong pushed his reading glasses and began to explain the painting to Xue Jiayu.

He Meiqin said with a smile: "Xiaobao is so young, she won't understand even if you tell her."

[Who said I didn't understand? The value of this painting is much more than this! ]

Jiang Zirong and He Meiqin looked at each other. Is this... Xiaobao talking? But Xiaobao didn't open his mouth!

Jiang Qiuyu was not surprised by what Xue Jiayu said and did not even move.

He Meiqin asked: "Xiaobao, do you think this painting is beautiful?"

“It doesn’t look good.”

Xue Jiayu honestly said that she did not have artistic talent and could not appreciate such works.

"How can this painting not look good?" Jiang Zirong was about to explain when he suddenly heard something.

[This painting is not beautiful, but it contains a mystery, so it is very valuable]

This is a high-energy clip in the original book. The reason why Li Minxue and her daughter were jealous of the Jiang family was because the Jiang family had a lot of collections. After Li Minxue manipulated Ying Huanyu to attack the Xue family and the Jiang family, she took away all the things that Jiang Zirong and He Meiqin had collected throughout their lives and auctioned them off.

This painting was sold for an astronomical sum, and of course the money was divided between the mother and daughter.

Mystery?

Jiang Zirong tilted his head to take a look, but he couldn't see the mystery in the painting. He just felt that the brushstrokes were stunning and moving.

Xue Jiayu closed his eyes and recalled, then suddenly touched the painting.

"Xiaobao!"

He Meiqin was unable to stop her, Xue Jiayu's hand had already touched the bottom of the painting, and she was carefully scratching it with her fingers.

Jiang Zirong was not in a hurry to stop it. He even stopped his wife and wanted to see what Xiaobao was doing.

Soon, Xue Jiayu dug out a corner from the bottom.

"This is--"

Jiang Zirong's eyes widened and he quickly asked He Meiqi to bring him his reading glasses.

He Meiqin was so dumbfounded that she couldn't even speak.

Xue Jiayu was very patient and dug out little by little, and it took more than ten minutes before he finally dug out a little bit.

"Grandpa, I can't do it anymore." Xue Jiayu said coquettishly, "You can do the rest yourself."

Jiang Zirong was very particular. He took out a pair of tweezers, disinfected them, and then ground the thing out bit by bit.

It turned out to be a letter!

Both the letter paper and the envelope were made very thin, and when he unfolded them, there was a poem inside.

"Oh my god..." Jiang Zirong was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. Who would have thought that there was a letter hidden in the painting? !

He bought this painting several years ago and would admire it every morning and night. He never imagined that there was a letter inside it!

He looked at Xue Jiayu in disbelief, "Xiaobao, how did you know there was a letter in here?!"

Xue Jiayu thought about it quickly in her mind. If she said she was just guessing, they would definitely not believe it.

She pretended to be serious and said, "I'm short, so when I looked at it from below, it looked bulgy, so I just scratched it with my hands."

Although this explanation is far-fetched, it is acceptable.

Jiang Zirong stroked Xue Jiayu's head and said, "Xiaobao, Xiaobao, you may have accidentally discovered a national treasure."

Xue Jiayu tilted her head and asked, "Grandpa, what is a national treasure? Is it more powerful than Xiaobao?"

This sentence made both He Meiqin and Jiang Zirong laugh.

"Of course not as good as Xiaobao. Our Xiaobao is the best."

Jiang Zirong carefully put away the letter and painting, preparing to send them to the museum for appraisal tomorrow.

"Qiuyi, take good care of Xiaobao. I think Xiaobao will have a great future." He Meiqin said while holding Jiang Qiuyi's hand.

Jiang Qiuyi raised her chin, "Of course, don't you see whose daughter she is?"