Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Chapter 520 I won’t let anyone go

Under the pressure of this beautiful inkstone, Old Man Jiang cleared his throat and said, "Old Madam Wang, Old Madam Qiao, Old Madam Wang, and Old Madam Tang are all good friends and they all like calligraphy and painting. They used to often compete to collect my paintings.

Later, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Tang went abroad, and Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Qiao gradually became estranged, and they never made an appointment to come together to view paintings again.

I come here occasionally, always alone, and buy whatever I like."

Ai Fei asked, "Has Mrs. Qiao ever come here alone? When did she come?"

Master Jiang thought for a moment and said, "That old lady Qiao hasn't been here for several years. I heard she's not in good health and has been recuperating at the farm."

"How did you know she was in poor health?"

"At the beginning of this year, she sent someone to buy paintings. I didn't see she came in person, so I asked her a few more questions."

Ai Fei nodded and suddenly said, "Then you spread the word that there's a good painting and see if she'll come to your house?"

Master Jiang: “…”

"Why would you come to my house when I'm sick?"

Ai Fei smiled: "So you have to release a shocking painting, so that those who love painting will wake up from their dying illness!

I remember you painted a picture of Meishan, and all those old ladies were flocking to it. Why don’t you release Meishan?”

Master Jiang glared at her and said, "So you came here because you missed my Meishan! That's a great painting I treasure, I won't let it go!"

Ai Fei said, "I'm letting you use the painting as a gimmick, but I'm not really releasing it."

Master Jiang was furious: "How could my paintings be used as a publicity stunt? Absolutely not!"

Ai Fei smiled and said, "I'll give you the painting of a man returning home on a snowy night from my collection. Is that possible?"

Master Jiang couldn't believe his ears: "You want to give me the painting of a man returning home on a snowy night?"

Ai Fei nodded: "Well, as long as you use Meishan as a gimmick."

Master Jiang burst into laughter. "A gimmick? Sure, absolutely! Have you got the painting of a man returning home on a snowy night? Let me see it."

Ai Fei said calmly, "When I see Mrs. Qiao, I will bring you the painting of a man returning home on a snowy night."

Master Jiang's face tightened: "Kid, you can't even trust me?"

Ai Fei smiled: "It's not that I don't trust you, I didn't bring it today."

Master Jiang glared at her angrily.

Ai Fei said with a smile: "There's no point in glaring at me. I didn't bring it, so I didn't bring it."

Master Jiang was defeated: "When do you want to see Old Lady Qiao?"

"The sooner the better."

"What's so good about seeing an old woman? Is it worth your effort?"

"worth."

Ai Fei uttered the two words lightly, with a cold look in her eyes.

The wronged souls of the Hua family could not rest in peace yet, and she would not let any of them go, no matter what the cost.

Seeing that the two had finally finished their conversation, Jiang Ye pulled Ai Fei up and said, "Sister Fei Fei, I wrote a new song. Come and listen to it."

"it is good."

Ai Fei stood up and followed him to the recording studio upstairs.

The new song written by Jiang Ye was good, but it always felt a little lacking. Ai Fei couldn't help but help him revise it. The two of them immersed themselves in the arrangement, and when they were finally satisfied, they came out of the recording studio and it was already dark.

Jiang Ye asked her to stay here for one night and return to the city tomorrow morning. Ai Fei was about to agree when the phone in her pocket rang.

It’s Ling Ye.

I pressed the answer button and heard a man's low, magnetic voice: "Where are you?"

Before Ai Fei could say anything, Jiang Ye shouted, "Sister Feifei, I've asked Aunt Zhen to make the bed. Aunt Zhen made your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus duck."