Chiang Xiao had a feeling something was off, a sense of foreboding.
She really wanted to know who that person was.
Moreover, anyone who could go to Old Baiâs house couldnât be an ordinary person.
Old Bai cherished that painting a lot; he wouldnât let just anyone come in and see it.
So, was that person someone Old Bai trusted?
She should ask Old Bai about it.
"How could you not remember?" Du Jinruo got anxious. "You havenât sold many paintings to someone as renowned as Old Bai, right? Just that one painting, how could you not recall it?"
"Itâs normal not to remember; Iâve sold quite a few paintings."
"Chiang Xiao, are you worried I canât afford it? Just tell me, how much would such a painting cost?" Du Jinruo was already mentally prepared that such a painting wouldnât be cheap.
She heard that a potion was mixed into the paint, and when it came in contact with the air, it would evaporate, giving a special sensation of coolness and the like.
Like alcohol, you get a bit of a feeling when it evaporates.
The medicinal ingredient mixed in the paint must be Chiang Xiaoâs secret recipe.
This, Du Jinruo believed.
Because when Fong Jianye was injured before, it was also the medicine Chiang Xiao brought that revived him.
Chiang Xiaoâs grandfather used to dig herbs and sell them to make a living. For people from the countryside, knowing some special herbs wasnât strange at all.
Du Jinruo also had to admit, if Chiang Xiao werenât a bit special, if she didnât have some skills, Meng Xinian wouldnât have possibly liked her.
That man, so proud, arrogant, narcissistic, would definitely feel that ordinary women werenât worthy of him.
"I donât remember, so how to quote a price?" Chiang Xiao said. "If you donât make any strange requests, wanting to capture the feeling of a particular painting, according to what you said earlierâold house, courtyard, small pond, bambooâthese I can paint, just following my style, then it would be fifteen thousand."
"Fifteen thousand..." Du Jinruoâs heart skipped a beat.
She hadnât really paid much attention to Chiang Xiaoâs paintings.
She had probably seen them but didnât know their prices.
Now hearing her say itâs fifteen thousand for one, Du Jinruo was truly shocked.
In her mind, it was already fifteen thousand, so if according to her requirements, making it feel like Old Baiâs painting? With the potion-infused paint, wouldnât that double the price?
No no no, it should be more than that.
Are Chiang Xiaoâs paintings that expensive?
Why are they so expensive, just because some herbs were added?
Actually, if the formula for those herbs could be told, it might not be a big deal at all.
As for painting better than Chiang Xiao, surely there are some.
But she didnât understand why that person must have Chiang Xiaoâs painting.
"Well, fifteen thousand, so think about it. If you want it, the painting will be done in a month."
"A month later? Canât it be done in the next few days?"
"No." She was preparing to go abroad; how could she spend these days painting for Du Jinruo?
"Is the potion really unavailable? Chiang Xiao, we actually donât have any grudges, you wouldnât hold a grudge against me because of past issues, right?" Du Jinruo bit her lower lip, looking somewhat aggrieved at Chiang Xiao.
She indeed felt a bit aggrieved.
In her view, Chiang Xiao was the victor, having won over Meng Xinian.
Before, she was always unwilling, but there was truly nothing she could do, as Meng Xinian didnât love her.
If it werenât for having someone else in her heart now, she still wouldnât want to see Chiang Xiao.