Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Especially Honest Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Especially Honest Did she realize that her secret was not something that could be exposed?
She saw the unease in his deep eyes and couldnât help but be taken aback. What was he anxious about? Yet, his mood still affected her, and she, uncharacteristically subdued, bowed her head and said softly, âI understand, Iâll be careful.â
But she hadnât realized that by saying this, wasnât she admitting that she indeed had secrets that shouldnât be known?
Iâll be careful.
To carefully hide her secret.
Meng Xinian was extremely intelligent and deduced some information from her words, his gaze more complex than before.
Oh God, just what kind of little wife had he casually brought home?
Now he dared not let her go even more.
Chiang Xiaoxiao, with so many secrets, could she still be safe and sound with someone else? Better she stay obediently as a little girl in his house.
Chiang Xiao had not expected that because of her secret, Meng Xinian had become even more determined to keep her by his side.
However, years later, when she learned of Meng Xinianâs thoughts, she was touched beyond measure.
By then, Tyrant Meng had turned into Tyrant Meng, shamelessly exploiting her emotional state, satisfying many of his desires for half a month every night, wearing Chiang Xiao out.
Anyway, having already told him she would be careful, Chiang Xiaoxiao immediately forgot her promise and promptly dragged him aside to continue their whispered consultation.
âActually, thereâs another secret in the Autumn Scenery Painting that I assume they havenât discovered. If that particular detail hadnât been painted, the Autumn Scenery Painting wouldnât truly be Ye Qiuyunâs work.â
Meng Xinian just couldnât handle her anymore. He felt utterly powerless and pinched her cheek, âHave you really seen the Autumn Scenery Painting?â
âMmm, I have, and it was the original work,â Chiang Xiao told him very sincerely.
âThat original, it isnât in your house, is it?â
âHow could that be? That painting, do you know how much itâs worth? If I had that painting, would I still need to live so poorly?â Chiang Xiao looked at him with disdain.
Meng Xinian, itching with irritation, said, âYou talk as if you would actually sell it for money if you really had the painting.â
Chiang Xiao: âUhâŠâ
Right.
If she truly had the painting, she definitely wouldnât bring herself to sell it. So, the painting remains a painting, and she remains poor.
âThen where did you see it?â Meng Xinian tugged at her hair, his voice very low, his mouth right by her ear.
Kuang Yun Xian turned around and saw them whispering intimately behind everyoneâs backs, once again stunned.
What exactly was Chiang Xiao to Meng Xinian?
He had never seen anyone so intimate with Meng Xinian, and moreover, his gaze actually held a hint of⊠doting?
The scholars and painters around him were arguing so vehemently that his ears were buzzing. He rubbed his temples and then said, âThen do any of you gentlemen have any good solutions?â
One of the elders, somewhat angrily, said, âMr. Kuang, as the vice president of the association, why donât you decide on this matter? Whatever solution you come up with, weâll follow. Anyway, if this matter isnât settled well, itâs not just the associationâs reputation thatâs at stake, but your own dignity wonât be spared either.â
His words were quite heated, and the atmosphere immediately became tense.
Mr. Kuang maintained his refined demeanor and responded, âSince that is the case, gentlemen, perhaps you should return and rest for now. With a month left before the competition ends, we really donât need to rush. I will also think of a solution here and will inquire in the Capital City with my teacher. I will inform everyone if there is any progress.â