Before he could explode, Duan Yixuan assumed again, "Qiaoqiao, don’t get me wrong. I’m saying this because I’m afraid you got cheated. Maybe... we should get someone to appraise it. If it’s genuine, that’s great. But if it’s a fake, wouldn’t Grandpa be happy for nothing?"
At that moment, Old Master Duan glanced at Duan Yixuan displeasedly, "Xuanxuan, what are you talking about?!"
"Ha!" While everyone was discussing whether the Four Treasures of the Study were real or fake, Li Yan laughed without any burden, "Cousin, if you don’t know anything, don’t talk. Don’t you recognize the logo on that case? When have you ever heard of the Venus Auction selling fakes?"
So what if she’s his cousin?
If she doubted his Qiaoqiao, he would retort.
No sooner had Li Yan finished speaking than Li Jun set down his teacup with measured firmness, his face serious, "Yixuan, if you are certain these are forgeries, tomorrow I can send someone to talk with the person in charge of the Venus Auction, provided that you present evidence."
Duan Yixuan, pale-faced, ashen.
She could target Li Qiao, but she dared not easily offend Li Yan and Li Jun.
One of these cousins was a high official in the South Sea, the other an art tycoon; a mere flick of their fingers could ruin the Duan Family.
With money, power, and status, unlike Li Qiao.
At this point, Duan Yuanhong’s expression was also not great. He glared at Duan Yixuan and, positioning himself to shield her, smiled at Li Jun, "Li Jun, Xiao Yan, Yixuan is young and doesn’t understand things. Don’t listen to her nonsense. She didn’t mean it."
After the minor interlude, all the gifts were unwrapped.
Duan Yixuan sat back down in a daze, taking a long time to regain her composure.
Why was it always ? Despite the effort she put into her gift, she still couldn’t outshine Li Qiao.
Inside the hall, Duan Jingming was still standing in front of the square table, appreciating the Four Treasures of the Study, while everyone else took their seats, each silent.
Duan Yilang looked at his sister beside him and couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, "Why did you have to do this to yourself? Did you bring more trouble upon yourself?"
Duan Yixuan bit her lip and glared at him, her voice shrill with frustration as she retorted in a low growl, "If our family had that much money, I could also give Grandpa an antique."
In an instant, everyone’s gaze was fixed on Duan Yixuan.
Duan Yilang’s expression tightened, and just as he was about to scold her, Duan Shuyuan, who had been silent for a while, spoke with a taut face, "Xuanxuan, what do you mean by saying money can buy antiques? Giving Grandpa a congratulatory gift is about sentiment. Can you measure that with money?"
Duan Shuyuan, dissatisfied, moved her gaze away from her face, not listening to her explanation.
Duan Yixuan didn’t dare to say another word, her face deathly pale.
The atmosphere, frozen.
After a few minutes, Duan Jingming carefully closed the case and picked it up as if it were a treasure, fearing it might get bumped or scratched.
"Alright, I like all the gifts you gave me. There’s no need to argue over such a trifle," Duan Jingming returned to the head of the table to sit down, conveniently placing the case within easy reach.
As for the inkstone that Duan Yixuan had given earlier, he didn’t even glance at it.
Right then, a servant hurried in from outside the hall, whispered a few words to the butler, and quickly left.
Duan Jingming looked at this scene with suspicion, caressing the case by his side, and asked back, "What happened?"
The butler, both alarmed and delighted, looked at Li Qiao, babbling, "Old Master, Qiaoqiao has another big gift for you. It just arrived, right outside the door."
Even Mr. and Mrs. Li looked at her in surprise, nearly moved to tears in just a short moment.
This daughter of theirs, too sensible!