Qu Ruorui had no clue what Yue Qingqing meant.
"So in your eyes, I’m just a fool, right?"
"Listen to yourself! What on earth are you talking about!"
"What do you mean by ’he is your senior brother, just that he doesn’t recognize you yet’?"
With so many questionable points, Qu Ruorui didn’t even know what to say. She could only persuade earnestly, "I understand, you might just have made a mistake that all men, no, that anyone could make. But we can’t just judge by appearances. This person looks as crafty as a fox; at first glance, you can tell he’s sly. Jiang Jingze seems much more reliable."
Yue Qingqing: "Alright, alright, I get it."
Qu Ruorui: "Are you just brushing me off?"
Yue Qingqing earnestly gathered up the newspaper, "Yes!"
Qu Ruorui: "..." So not only love can fade, our friendship’s little boat is also capsizing just like that.
Yue Qingqing couldn’t bother with Qu Ruorui’s feelings for the time being; she had made up her mind about attending the auction.
Yue Qingqing had thought she would look for news of her first and second senior brothers after getting to college.
But unexpectedly, she found information in the newspaper, and naturally, she didn’t want to miss out.
Only, this auction looked quite upscale; ordinary people probably couldn’t get in.
According to the newspaper, only famous collectors from the provincial city and those with certain financial strengths could receive an invitation.
Yue Qingqing’s eyes suddenly lit up as she thought of Qian Zhengxin, whom she had met before.
Yue Qingqing found his business card and ran off like the wind.
With a troubled expression, Qu Ruorui asked Lu Zhu, "Qingqing couldn’t have fallen for someone else, could she?"
Lu Zhu looked at her in surprise, "Even if she has, why do you look like someone who has been dumped?"
Qu Ruorui sighed with a sense of grievance, "You wouldn’t understand the feelings of a CP fan."
It’s so frustrating, and yet, she couldn’t tell Senior Jiang about this; otherwise, causing a misunderstanding would be terrible.
Qian Zhengxin had been in a terrible mood lately.
After returning, he found more evidence and discovered that his son had bought those beads from a so-called master surnamed Gou.
Gou Honghe was not a person with professional ethics. Because Qian Zhengxin paid a generous amount, Gou had spilled everything.
Qian Zhengxin called his son in for a direct confrontation.
The man initially tried to deny everything but burst out under Qian Zhengxin’s intense scrutiny.
"Do you know how much money you every year? What right do you have to spend it like that? That money was supposed to be mine!"
Qian Zhengxin couldn’t believe his ears, "That money was earned by me!"
The man was indignant, "Once you die, won’t it all be mine? That’s what you owe me."
Qian Zhengxin laughed bitterly in extreme anger, "What do I owe you?"
"When you were young, traveling everywhere, did you ever think about how my mother and I managed to get by? Now that you have money, you should compensate me."
He didn’t care at all if those rural people received education or if they had enough to eat.
None of that had anything to do with him!
The man only felt that his money was being squandered by his father on so-called charity.
In his eyes, all that was good for was a good reputation.
Qian Zhengxin looked at his son seriously, his gaze lingering on the features that resembled his own for a moment before picking up the phone.
"Old Zhang, have someone take Qian Li out."
The man flailed and kicked, struggling against the security guards who didn’t stop showing off their swift kicks.
"Mine, all of it is mine; as soon as you die, it will all be mine."
The bodyguards fulfilled their duties and dragged the man to the door.
Qian Zhengxin told his son, "I don’t know why you hold such resentment against me. Perhaps I indeed wasn’t there to see you grow up, but that’s not an excuse for you to commit patricide. You’re just finding an excuse for your greed."
"I will publish a notice to disclaim our relationship. Don’t give me that look. Even if you actually kill me, it won’t help. I’ll have my lawyers draft a will, and after my death, all my money will be d to charity."
The man couldn’t believe it, clutching the door frame without letting go, "Are you insane? Qian Zhengxin! I’m your only son."
"You’re almost forty and the only title you can claim is being my son; don’t you find that laughable? Qian Li, from today on, you won’t even have that title. I hope you can fend for yourself and establish a career on your own."
As the indignant roars of his son gradually faded, Qian Zhengxin pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling utterly exhausted.
At that moment, his cellphone on the table rang.