Su Qingchen was angry. No one in her circle of friends was discerning. It was a pity that if any of these treasures from the Tang Yue family were put up for auction, they would cost at least tens of millions. It was really aggrieved that they were used as props.
She was sulking while holding her mobile phone, and the blind people she complained about were also aggrieved. Who would have thought that these things could be real? There are all kinds of decorations like this from the palace and nobles, and none of them are in museums.
As for the collections in the museum, who would have thought that even after the Qing Dynasty fell for more than a hundred years, the descendants of the nobles would have preserved these things intact.
Jiang Letong also saw Su Qingchen's circle of friends, and she sent a private message: Where did you go to play today?
Su Qingchen: I didn’t go anywhere, just at a friend’s house.
Jiang Letong: Is your friend a jewelry designer?
Jiang Letong saw her circle of friends and naturally saw her unified reply. He knew that the decorations were real and did not think about them as antiques. He thought they were made later.
Su Qingchen weakly replied with one word: Yeah.
What else could she do? She couldn't tell Jiang Letong that she was in the Tang family.
Jiang Letong praised: Your friend’s design is great. I really like that pair of earrings. Does she sell them?
Su Qingchen:......
Su Qingchen thought not to mention that Tang Yue would never sell the things handed down from his ancestors. Even if he sold them, Jiang Letong wouldn't be able to afford them.
Even if she wanted to buy it, she would have to spend all her private money over the years, and she didn't know if it would be enough.
Jiang Letong: What’s wrong? Don’t you want to sell it?
Su Qingchen regretfully told her: Those not for sale are her private collection.
Jiang Letong was really sorry, and asked again: Can I ask her to design the decoration? I like this retro style very much.
Su Qingchen's heart was about to collapse. She really couldn't lie. Once she told the first one, she would use countless lies to cover it up. If she told too many lies, she would forget what lies she had told.
Su Qingchen felt guilty as she replied to Jiang Letong: I'm sorry Letong, she is old and has stopped designing jewelry for many years.
Jiang Letong was disappointed, but he quickly accepted it and came over with a smile: It's okay, I also suddenly saw it on a whim.
Su Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and found an excuse to end the conversation. She was afraid that if she continued talking, her secret would be exposed.
I'm really not suitable for lying, I feel too guilty.
Su Qingchen touched his little heart and comforted his guilty self a little.
Knock knock knock!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Su Qingchen was startled: "Who?"
"Miss Su." The servant's voice sounded outside the door.
Su Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief: "Come in."
The servant pushed open the door and came in with a fruit plate in his hand. He was here to deliver fruits to Su Qingchen.
Su Qingchen's eyes lit up when she saw the peeled mangosteen.
The servant said: "Second Young Master said that you like to eat mangosteen, so he specially asked us to peel it for you. Mangosteen is cold in nature, so it is not advisable to eat too much. I only peeled a bowl for you. There are also strawberries and mangoes here. You can eat some of them."
"
The strawberries were washed clean and the mango was cut into small pieces without her needing to do anything.
Su Qingchen was inexplicably moved. She just said that she liked to eat mangosteens, and Tang Yue asked the servants to prepare them and peel them all. This kind of meticulous care made her feel more comfortable than at home.
"Thank you." Su Qingchen said to the servant.
The servant covered her lips: "Miss Su, please thank our Second Young Master. The Second Young Master asked us to prepare these."
Su Qingchen lowered his eyes and hummed awkwardly.
The servant laughed silently and went out.
Su Qingchen stared at the bowl of mangosteen, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.
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Tang Yue slept soundly and didn't wake up until just before dinner. He went to the company in the morning and arranged everything for the next few days. He officially entered the recuperation period and would not go to the company again until the stitches were removed.
If there are important documents that need his signature, assistant Tang An will take them home and sign them for him.
He didn't go out while he was recuperating. Su Qingchen was also a homebody. The Tang family's manor was huge and there were many old western-style buildings worth visiting and treasure hunting. Tang Yue would accompany her to visit every day. Each western-style building had its own story.
Tang Yue also told her some things about his ancestors' business days. Su Qingchen felt like listening to a story and found it very interesting.
Su Qingchen never asked what the story of the bombed-out foreign-style building was. She intuitively felt that it was not a story worth remembering. She was afraid that it would touch Tang Yue's sadness, so she never asked.
She stayed at Tang's house for two or three days. After three days, all the wounds on her arms were healed and the scars were gone. No scars were left at all, which did not affect her participation in the model competition at all.
She hasn't seen Tang Ye again in the past three days. It seems that Tang Ye went crazy dragging Mu Ge out. He has not been in New York these days. Su Qingchen is also happy like this. She is still a little afraid of Tang Ye.
After the injury was healed, Su Qingchen had no excuse to stay at Tang's house anymore. After dinner that night, she went to the study to find Tang Yue and told her that she would go back to the hotel to stay tomorrow.
Tang Yue did not try to persuade her to stay, and said: "Now that your injury is healed, the model competition can start. You might as well go back and prepare."
"Then are you still going to be a judge?" Su Qingchen glanced at his shoulder subconsciously. He hadn't removed the stitches yet, so it wouldn't be easy to show up.
Tang Yue didn't answer but asked: "Do you want me to go or not?"
"Of course I don't want you to go," Su Qingchen said.
"Oh?" Tang Yue raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
Su Qingchen rolled her eyes in her heart, why? It's not because your face is so attractive. If you don't become a judge, Jiang Letong will have no chance to see you again, and she won't always want to chase you. She won't
If I chase you, the three of us will not fall into a triangle relationship.
But that was definitely not something I could say, so I started to talk nonsense: "Why don't you know why? You don't know how to walk on stage. Being a judge is not authoritative or professional at all."
"It's enough that I understand aesthetics." Tang Yue retorted.
Su Qingchen argued with him: "Models on the catwalk don't just rely on good looks. Have you ever seen any international model who is particularly beautiful? We are comparing not only looks, but also style, temperament, and camera sense."
, sense of balance, coordination, etc., you don’t understand these, and being a judge is a mistake!”
Tang Yue said: "Then you probably won't win the championship."
Su Qingchen was furious: "The competition hasn't even started yet, how can you conclude that I can't win the championship?"
"You are so beautiful. Didn't you just say that no model is particularly beautiful?" Tang Yue said.
Su Qingchen was at a loss for words and roared in his heart, "You've violated the law, I'm talking to you about business, why are you saying earthy love words!!"
She and Tang Yue had been getting along day and night for a few days, and Tang Yue's earthy love words would pop up out of nowhere. She thought she was used to it, but every time she heard it unexpectedly, her little heart couldn't help but feel aroused.
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"It's up to you. You are a wealthy father anyway. No one can stop you, but I have a request, and you must agree to it." Su Qingchen couldn't stop Tang Yue from becoming a judge, so he had to make a three-part agreement with him first.