Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Ye Xian, What Are Your Brilliant Ideas?
“Sorry, it got stuck~”
Ye Xian felt somewhat embarrassed and glanced again at the person beside Old Master Bo.
Bo Tingshen was elegantly eating his meal, as if someone else had been watching her a moment ago.
The CEO’s presence was too overwhelming; ordinary people couldn’t stand it. Plus, she had done something guilty and was now feeling vulnerable, like being constantly watched by a wolf.
Please let him be magnanimous and quickly forget this incident~
Old Master Bo: “It’s alright, take your time.”
“Okay, thank you, Chairman Bo.”
Cheng Jingshu had barely taken a small bite of steak when she wiped her hands, stood up, and picked up an elegantly decorated scroll beside her. With a full-faced smile, she walked over to Old Master Bo, “Grandpa Bo, today is your birthday. I’ve specially prepared a small gift for you.”
Old Master Bo looked at the long scroll in her hands and gestured for the butler to open it.
The butler carefully unrolled the painting scroll, revealing an exquisitely beautiful landscape immediately before everyone.
The painting was titled: Spring Blossoms and Autumn Fruits
The left side depicted a vibrant and energetic spring day scene, while the right side featured a golden, fruitful autumn landscape. The connecting part in the middle transitioned smoothly and complemented each other with rich colors, showing no sign of discordance, which was precisely the brilliance of this painting.
Such a lifelike and luxurious painting captured everyone’s gaze.
“This painting is so beautiful~”
“Sister Jingshu really has a unique insight; the gift you chose is so exquisite!”
“Such masterful artistry, it looks very valuable~”
Everyone was full of praise, and Old Master Bo couldn’t help but smile broadly.
“This is a painting by the renowned Chairwoman Xia Hewan of the Painters’ Association, very precious indeed, and not just any small gift.”
When Ye Xian heard the name Xia Hewan, her eating paused for a moment, and she lifted her head.
Cheng Jingshu smiled shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she glanced in the direction of Jiang Wanze and Bo Tingshen, “As long as it brings a smile to Grandpa Bo’s face, it’s all worth it.”
The Matriarch of the Bo Family also looked at Cheng Jingshu with appreciation, “Jingshu, you are too modest. Attending Grandpa’s birthday banquet and bringing such a valuable gift, this painting must have cost a lot, didn’t it?”
“Not much, just twenty million. The main thing is… it’s not something you can just buy with money.”
She implied that not only had she spent a considerable amount of money, but she had also gone to great lengths to acquire the painting.
“Xia Hewan’s paintings are indeed hard to come by. You child, you’ve both spent a lot and put in effort.”
When Ye Xian heard ‘twenty million’, she was so shocked that the chopsticks in her hand fell onto the table with a ‘clang’, drawing everyone’s gaze once more.
Jiang Wanze’s gaze shifted from the painting to her, with a face that was already looking quite unpleasant.
Creating a disturbance from time to time, was she not just trying to catch his attention, to show off in front of Grandpa?
“What’s the matter, Ye Xian, do you have any insight?”
Cheng Jingshu turned around, looking at Ye Xian.
She asked this question only to mock her, but unexpectedly, Ye Xian wiped her mouth and nodded earnestly, “Yes.”
Cheng Jingshu frowned as she looked at her, and Old Master Bo was also curious, “Oh? Wanze, your teammate is so young, but she seems to appreciate art?”
“Grandpa, she is just…”
Jiang Wanze was about to speak when Ye Xian stood up, walked to the front of “Spring Blossoms and Autumn Fruits”, and looked for a long time at the author’s signature—Xia Hewan.
Her mother’s painting had actually been forged, and so convincingly at that.
Indeed, Xia Hewan was the original person’s mother, a nationally renowned painter and the current Chairwoman of the National Painters’ Association.
The original of “Spring Blossoms and Autumn Fruits” was one of her early famous works and, right now… it was hanging in the Ye Family’s hall, it couldn’t possibly be here.