Yaoyu Han went abroad, and it was only then that the Fu Family gradually began to associate with Chi Gui; she had never met Chi Gui, nor did she know of Chi Gui’s identity.
At this moment, upon hearing Yao Zhenqing’s words, she couldn’t help but ask in shock, "Is she the Professor Chi?"
Brother Fu’s girlfriend turned out to be Professor Chi...
Yaoyu Han’s emotions were quite complicated for a moment.
Yuan Rou noticed Yaoyu Han’s disappointment and, with a smile, rubbed her hair, "Fu Si chose her as his girlfriend, which shows the Fu Family’s taste. In the future, without a jewelry designer to show off and medical connections not as strong as the Jin Family’s, the Fu Family will only fall further behind the Jin Family. By then, Fu Si will be out of your league."
Yaoyu Han, looking down, lightly kicked the floor, "But I didn’t like Brother Fu for his status..."
No one paid attention to what Yaoyu Han had said.
Jin Ran looked up at Mrs. Fu and, seeing her wholehearted agreement with Chi Gui’s words, she finally relaxed.
That little red dot was clearly added by the master intentionally to highlight the overall design.
The fact that Zheng Xiu agreed with a layman’s rant, even mistaking it for ketchup, just showed she had completely lost her edge.
Confirmed that she wouldn’t be a competitor, Jin Ran lost all interest in that matter, said goodbye to her assistant and the Yao Family, and left the Jade Appreciation Conference.
There were only two days left until these designers had to display their own works, and she had to hurry to make the final revisions.
Mrs. Fu didn’t pay any attention to this wave of people from the Yao Family; she was completely engrossed in the designs of the jewelry masters.
Chi Gui did notice, but couldn’t be bothered to deal with them.
After browsing the jewelry designs, the two made their way to the other side of the exhibition hall, to the Jade hall.
The Jade Appreciation Conference was divided into two exhibition halls, one side for the sale of jewelry, diamonds and other accessories, while the other was for the sale of jade, emeralds, and the like.
Mrs. Fu’s passion for Jade wasn’t as high as it was for jewelry, so she had the energy to chat leisurely with Chi Gui.
As they talked, Mrs. Fu casually mentioned, "Next week is Fu Si’s birthday, and this year dad will probably make a big celebration of it. You should come as well."
In previous years, since Fu Si disliked Chi Gui, Old Sir Fu naturally wouldn’t have her over to suffer any indignity.
But this year was different. His son chased after her like she was a treasure, which emboldened Mrs. Fu to extend the invitation.
"Fu Si’s birthday?" Chi Gui was surprised.
Because Chi Gui had never paid attention to Fu Si, she naturally had no idea when his birthday was.
Now that Mrs. Fu mentioned it, she began to pay close attention to the Jade around her. Google seaʀᴄh Nove1Fire.net
Jade is the best at expressing the fine qualities of a man.
Many ancient terms describing men include the character for jade, such as a gentleman being as upright as jade or a young master being as graceful as jade.
Fu Si had given Chi Gui many gifts before, which she had never reciprocated.
Now was the perfect opportunity, and she thought about carving a jade ornament for Fu Si herself.
Within the entire Jade exhibition hall, the liveliest area, without a doubt, was around the few raw stone gambling stalls.
Raw stone gambling always had a saying: "One cut for poverty, one cut for wealth, and one cut for wearing burlap."
The rules were simple: one purchased a raw stone at a fixed price, and if upon cutting it turned out to be a Dragon Stone grade—a fine jade—one could become rich overnight. But if the cut revealed only impurities and low-quality jade, then one suffered a loss.
This had always been known as a game among the wealthy.
Chi Gui walked a full circle around the exhibition hall. There were four or five raw stone gambling stalls. One stall, because it sold very large raw stones, had gathered the most people and was bustling with activity.
Next to this busy stall was a very small one where all the displayed raw stones were small and insignificant.
An old man wearing a hemp shirt sat in the rocking chair behind the stall, eyes closed, humming a tune leisurely to himself.
While there was a throng of people at the neighboring stall, this one didn’t have a single customer; it was starkly deserted.
Mrs. Fu, pulling on Chi Gui’s arm, naturally headed towards the crowded stall.
Chi Gui, however, paused in her steps and stood before the old man’s stall.