CHAPTER 781: 781 MR. LIU

The old man, even when not smiling, gave off a kind and gentle feeling.

"Yixin, it’s been a while since you last visited. Not bad, not bad." The old man didn’t specify what was good, but he smiled nonetheless.

"Mr. Liu, this is my friend. We’d like to see your most treasured collection."

"Haha, sure. I knew you wouldn’t be impressed by the things outside. Come on, I’ll take you to see?"

The two followed him into the room, which turned out to be unexpectedly elegant.

The old man instructed two young men, and they went out. Yuanyuan realized they were guarding outside.

When he moved a shelf, there was another room behind it, but the door was not something an average person could spot.

After they went inside, Yuanyuan discovered that all the good things were here.

The three walls were lined with various items.

"Take a look yourself; I suppose I don’t need to introduce them?"

"Mr. Liu, take a break, we’ll look around ourselves." Zeng Yixin turned to Yuanyuan, "See anything you like?"

By this time, Yuanyuan was already astonished, thinking she had already seen plenty of good items, but they were not even the tip of the iceberg here.

Everything here could be called a masterpiece; Yuanyuan thought they were worth a fortune.

Using her Divine Sense to look around, she found some items that were truly excellent, likely highly valuable too.

Although they were all quite valuable, she didn’t feel particularly compelled to purchase any.

"What? Our young friend didn’t fancy anything?"

Yuanyuan shook her head, "Mr. Liu, though I don’t recognize everything here, I know they’re all masterpieces. I like every single piece, but I don’t think I have the capacity to take any."

"Oh, in that case, tell me which one catches your eye, and I’ll see what I can do."

Yuanyuan pointed to a painting. "I like this one."

"Haha, you’ve got a good eye, young friend. This is the best piece I have; it’s an authentic work by a renowned artist.

This painting indeed isn’t cheap. If you like it, give me a thousand."

Yuanyuan was tongue-tied. The price truly wasn’t low, but the painting was indeed worth it, with poetry by a famous person, an inscription, and a seal.

"Alright, I’ll take this painting. Thank you for making it possible, Mr. Liu."

"This painting and our young friend have a destined connection."

The old man carefully took out a cylindrical box and gently packed the painting.

Yuanyuan had already prepared the thousand yuan.

Nowadays, a thousand yuan isn’t a trivial amount, especially for just a painting.

"Does our young friend like anything else?"

"Mr. Liu, I like many things, but my resources are limited."

"Haha, you’ve got a good mindset, young friend. Indeed, there are many good things in the world, but determining if they’re yours is another matter. It’s wise not to force things.

You’re here because we have a connection. This paperweight, which I’ve always used, is for you."

"Mr. Liu, I really shouldn’t accept it." Yuanyuan genuinely didn’t want to take advantage.

"Take it, young friend, it’s our fate."

On the side, Zeng Yixin was very surprised. Though Mr. Liu appeared kind, he was known as ruthless and tough. He had risen from a simple farmer, and no one dared provoke him. There was never a story of him gifting anything to others.

"Young friend, don’t be shy. It’s not in vain that we’ve gotten to know each other. Were I younger, I’d surely want to collaborate with you."

Yuanyuan understood what he was thinking. Looking at the purple paperweight, she eventually accepted it.

"Alright, I won’t stand on ceremony then, Mr. Liu."

"No need to be polite. In the future, if you need anything, come directly to me. With your abilities, finding me shouldn’t be difficult. Liu Bowen, come over here."

Zeng Yixin was even more astonished now. Liu Bowen was Mr. Liu’s son, a reclusive yet legendary figure.

A man came in at this moment. Yuanyuan was taken aback; how to describe it? Let’s say he wasn’t much different from Tan Shaoting and his gentle elegance was not any less than that of Zhan Yunzhao.

"Father."

"Bowen, meet our young friend here. In the future, if the opportunity arises, be sure to collaborate with this friend; they are your noble connection."

Liu Bowen smiled, with a smile more enchanting than a beautiful woman’s.

He extended his hand, "Pleased to meet you, I’m Liu Bowen. In the future, feel free to reach out if there’s anything you need from me. I will do my best."

Yuanyuan nodded and extended her hand too, "Hello, I’m Yuanyuan."

Their hands just briefly touched; Yuanyuan developed a slight fondness for Liu Bowen, not just a gentleman in disguise.

"Yuanyuan, in the future, if you need anything in this area, just come to me."

"Alright, when the need arises, I’ll definitely seek you out."

Mr. Liu smiled from the side. He mused that his son’s noble benefactor had appeared. The future development was yet unknown.

Liu Bowen laughed and chatted with Zeng Yixin, exuding tranquility.

The two departed and returned directly to the Zeng Family.

"Yuanyuan, the Liu father and son are truly capable people."

"I can see that, but I think there won’t be too many opportunities to meet again. After all, the occasions for me to come by again are truly rare."

Zeng Yixin said nothing more, swallowing his words of invitation.

Back home, dinner had already been prepared.

Yuanyuan felt slightly embarrassed, and Zeng Zhixuan smiled, "Xiao Su, you’re our guest. Try my cooking."

"Thank you, Uncle Zeng."

"No need to be polite. Don’t worry about feeling uncomfortable. Don’t overthink it."

After dinner, Yuanyuan returned to her room. The Zeng father and his two sons sat in the living room.

"Liu Changtian is truly capable," Zeng Zhixuan remarked with a sigh.

"Indeed, his foresight is very sharp. But it’s not necessarily a bad thing. With just the father and son in the Liu Family, if they want to expand further, they need to seek support."

Over at the Yang Family, the large family sat down together for dinner.

Zeng Hongling recognized everyone in their family, even all twenty children, and felt at ease without any unfamiliarity.

Yang Jiahui liked seeing such a situation. Of all the daughters-in-law, he was most satisfied with the Sixth Brother’s wife.

Cooking involved all four daughters-in-law and three other women together, and cleaning up was also their task. They had already divided the work well.

Because Zeng Hongling was newly married, no one imposed on her since they had all gone through a honeymoon period.

So after the young couple finished eating, Yang Jiahui let them return to their own place.

Walking back, Zeng Hongling felt a bit nervous.

She knew what the wedding night entailed, and she wanted children, eager for them. So aside from embarrassment, she held some anticipation for the wedding night.

Yang Liulang was already twenty-eight. Though he was not talkative and had few friends, he knew what needed to be known. Plus, the previous night, his father had given him an illustrated book.

Actually, he already had such things, being involved with books and paintings all day long. How could he not come across this?