I don’t know how she managed to deal with Lu Xun, but the young master bombarded her with messages.
Jiang Shu stayed in the room arranged by Fu Shiyan and replied word for word: I'm fine, I can't die.
Lu Xun called directly, but Jiang Shu didn't answer and just asked: "How is Wensu?"
A voice came from the head, and he sneered, "I'm lying in the hospital and getting nutrient solution, and Jiang Lingyu is with me."
Wensu fainted for three hours. When he woke up, he stared at the ceiling, unwilling to speak.
When Jiang Lingyu came to the ward, the waiter brought her today's gift list to look at. She glanced at it and said, "Take it."
"yes."
A light suddenly flashed in Jiang Lingyu's mind. She frowned and raised her hand: "Show me again."
The waiter handed it over again.
She slid all the way down and saw Jiang Shu's name. The gift she gave was a piece of porcelain, Tang Sancai.
Jiang Lingyu glanced at the girl in the ward, sighed softly, and didn't go in, "Take me to have a look."
The waiter led the way and took her to the warehouse.
The gifts sent by Jiang Shu were placed quietly under the light, with dust flying.
Jiang Lingyu took out the piece of porcelain, put it in her hand and looked at it carefully, frowning, "Fake..."
Based on her understanding of Jiang Shu, she is not someone who would be negligent in this regard, nor would she send fake goods.
But she was certain that this piece of porcelain was indeed a fake.
Jiang Lingyu couldn't figure out the reason, and after a long time, she realized that she seemed to know Jiang Shuzhi's determination better than she knew Wen Shu.
Just like today, she never expected that Wen Shu would plagiarize and do things that would cause the Wen family to lose face.
She sighed softly, walked out of the warehouse, and took a detour to the study.
It was dimly lit inside, and Wen Jing was sitting under a huge bookshelf, smoking one cigarette after another.
Jiang Lingyu stepped forward softly and took the cigarette out of his mouth, "It's not good for your health."
Wen Jing's dry eyes were extremely tired. He leaned against her and sighed heavily, "Ayu, is this child our punishment?"
After a moment of silence, Jiang Lingyu stroked his rickety back, "It's because we didn't educate him well and we have a responsibility."
Wen Jing held his eyes tightly and said, "Xiaoyuan has never been so willful..."
Such a shame!
The Wen family will be completely disgraced today!
"It's your own child, so you have to pay more attention to it, don't you think?" She comforted softly, "Take your time, I won't go to the temple for a while, I will just stay at home."
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Thanks to Fu Shiyan, Jiang Shu knew that behind the art museum was a large manor. When he opened the door, he could see the various streets.
I heard that it used to be an ancient village, but it was later abandoned and turned into an art gallery. However, it occupies a large area and a large area at the back was left vacant and was turned into a holiday estate by investors.
The patter of autumn rain, accompanied by bursts of cold wind, seemed somewhat desolate.
It was two days later when Jiang Shu saw Fu Shiyan again, and the swelling on her face had gone down a bit.
The two people were sitting on a rafting boat. The boatman just thought they were tourists on vacation and introduced the scenery with great interest. Fu Shiyan stared at the lake, not knowing how much he heard.
Jiang Shu, on the other hand, was very excited: "Is it really so magical? Can that tree show spirits?"
There is a century-old tree in the middle of the lake, which is covered with red ribbons hung by tourists who come to make wishes.
"That's natural, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people coming every year," the boatman said.