Gu Qiaoqiao wanted to argue, but then thought about it and realized it seemed true.
Gu Qianqian loves to act spoiled, but sheâs quite brave.
And as for Gu Zishu, not to mention, Gu Muran dared to go to Peach Blossom Valley alone to cut down someoneâs old peach tree.
How about her?
Is she brave?
Brave!
Just the fact that she followed Qin Yize to the Imperial Capital proves sheâs bold, not even mentioning childhood events.
Perhaps this is the heritage in the Gu Familyâs bloodline.
Gu Qiaoqiao proudly tossed her head, "Of course, itâs the essence of the Gu Family."
Qin Yize stopped walking, rubbed Gu Qiaoqiaoâs hair, and agreed, "Indeed, Qiaoqiao is right."
Gu Qiaoqiao leaned against Qin Yizeâs chest, wrapped her arms around his slim yet upright waist, and teased, "Ah Ze, Great Grandfather gave me a holiday. I donât need to go to work these days. Letâs make good plans on where to play."
Qin Yize raised his brows slightly and smiled down, "Wherever you want to go, Iâll go with you."
Gu Qiaoqiao tilted her head to think but frowned, "Thereâs really no place I want to go."
Indeed.
She just returned from the Southwest, where she had a scenic trip, and then stayed in Jinling City for over a week.
Qin Yize hugged the girl in his arms, his voice tender as water, "Then letâs go nowhere, stay home and chat, read books, or..."
At this point, Qin Yize intentionally paused.
Gu Qiaoqiao, unaware, asked, "Or what?"
Qin Yize lowered his head, whispered a few words in her ear, causing Gu Qiaoqiao to punch Qin Yizeâs chest several times, and said shyly and angrily, "Youâre getting worse..."
Qin Yize remained motionless, laughed looking at his beloved girlâs charming face under the moonlight.
Itâs wonderful, these days are truly wonderful.
They make him smile even in his midnight dreams.
Just saying, thereâs no way the two of them can stay home.
Even if they donât go out, others will come to find them.
Chu Chengfengâs calls came one after another to Qin Yize.
And Shang Qing clung onto Gu Qiaoqiao.
After setting a meeting time, Qin Yize and Gu Qiaoqiao brought a box with peach tree branches to Yubao Square.
Zhang Yi saw the peach tree branches and happily exclaimed, "Qiaoqiao, youâre amazing! These peach tree branches must be several hundred years old, which was quite a challenge..."
"Of course, if they were just a few years old, thereâd be a whole bunch at Gu Garden," Gu Qiaoqiao teased.
"Hahaha..." Zhang Yi laughed, pointing at Gu Qiaoqiao, "You little rascal, Uncle Zhang owes you a favor."
"Iâll remember that, Uncle Zhang, you owe me one."
"No problem, if you fancy anything, feel free to tell me," Zhang Yi agreed heartily.
Gu Qiaoqiao pondered for a moment, then shook her head, "Not at the moment, Iâll let you know when I do."
"Alright, itâs up to you," Zhang Yi said, carefully placing the peach tree branches back and then putting the box on his bookshelf.
Then he started talking to Gu Qiaoqiao about Yubao Squareâs situation in the past month.
After all, Qiaoqiao is also one of the managers, even on leave, she has the right to know everything here.
For now, everything seems normal.
Meanwhile, Qin Yize was wandering around the hall of Yubao Square.
Having visited a few times, always in a hurry.
Such leisurely scenery is really a first.
Furthermore, Gu Qiaoqiao and Zhang Yi were bound to discuss matters regarding Yubao Square, and Qin Yize didnât want to get too involved. Besides, he genuinely wanted to take a good look at Yubao Squareâs antiques.
Especially the paintings and calligraphy; there are a few treasures worth appreciating.
At the moment, he was standing before a landscape painting by a Ming Dynasty master.
He didnât know if this painting was real.
But considering itâs so old, preserving it must be strenuous, so it requires meticulous care.
No slacking off.
Thus, the one displayed outside should be a forgery.
The genuine work should be kept in a highly confidential and safe place.
For Yubao Square, if there wasnât a genuine work, this painting wouldnât be on display here.
But as Qin Yize was absorbed in appreciation, he suddenly furrowed his brows.
He didnât turn around, but with the corner of his eye, he saw a woman standing two steps away from him.
She was also looking at the painting.
Qin Yize wasnât accustomed to appreciating the same item alongside others.
He wanted to lift his foot to leave.
Unexpectedly, the woman beside him spoke up, her voice husky and slightly arrogant, "This Hundred Miles of Mountains Map is fake."
Qin Yize was stunned.
He looked towards the woman.
Wearing auburn curls, in an exquisite blouse and narrow skirt, with somewhat deep features and a carefree expression, she was an unfamiliar woman.
Qin Yize wasnât talkative. At this moment, Yubao Square had just opened its doors, with only a few scattered guests looking at antiques elsewhere.
However, the place was quiet.
The womanâs voice wasnât suppressed, so the others heard it crystal clear.
They unconsciously turned this way.
Soon, two people walked over.
One was an elderly man with white hair, the other a young man, evidently together.
The elder glanced at the landscape painting and then at the woman, speaking solemnly, "Miss, this is Yubao Square, a century-old store; such words arenât spoken lightly."
Evidently, he was an old customer at Yubao Square.
The woman curled her red lips and raised her voice, "I understand that, but am I not allowed to speak the truth?"
Qin Yize glanced at the woman and then the reception room behind, clearly Gu Qiaoqiao and Zhang Yi were still discussing.
He replied calmly, "The elder is right; without evidence, such claims shouldnât be made."
Upon hearing Qin Yizeâs voice, the womanâs hand hanging at her side suddenly clenched, then she looked at the elegant young man beside her and laughed, "Sir, since I said that, I must have evidence."
Qin Yize thought for a moment but didnât continue the conversation.
This sort of thing wasnât suitable for debate.
The woman might indeed have some evidence, or she might just be here to stir things up.
He didnât need to argue with her.
That would only be a disadvantage.
The people at Yubao Square have seen it all and naturally know how to handle it best.
Moreover, in the antique business, its secrets are only to be experienced, not spoken.
Still, Qin Yize knew that Yubao Squareâs gems were all top-notch.
Thinking about this, Qin Yize took a step back calmly, ready to leave this area and look elsewhere.
But he didnât expect the woman to call out to him, her voice taunting, "Sir, what do you mean, questioning me and then turning away; are you scared?"
Qin Yize glanced at the woman now lifting her head to look at him. This woman was about twenty, very young, but her eyes seemed overly complex...