Wen Sisi went to a private hospital to have her wrist set.
She stopped her agent from calling the police.
After all, she was in the entertainment industry—she couldn’t let the incident blow up.
The fans at the scene were all silenced.
She didn’t get the household register—damn it!
That formidable woman by Wen Qiansu’s side was clearly a bodyguard.
Where did she come from?
Wen Sisi became even more certain that Wen Qiansu had attached herself to another man.
And this man was definitely no ordinary person.
Frowning tightly, she sent the photo of Wen Qiansu swiping the black card to Lu Xiaoting.
Lu Xiaoting leaned lazily in the car, his long fingers loosening his tie slightly, his collar slightly open.
He had an important dinner party that evening and had drunk quite a bit. His head was aching a little, and he leaned tiredly against the car window, rubbing his temples with his knuckles.
Then he received the message Wen Sisi had sent.
He tapped to open it—it was a photo.
Wen Qiansu?
“What does this mean? Where is she?”
He was a bit tired today, and his tone in replying was somewhat impatient.
The next second, Wen Sisi called.
“Brother Xiao, I don’t know what’s going on either. This photo was taken by a friend of mine who happened to be shopping at the mall during the day.”
“Sister hasn’t come home for days now. I’m really worried. She doesn’t have a black card—this card clearly belongs to someone of high status. Where did she get it?”
“I’m really afraid Sister might make a misstep and do something she’ll regret.”
“I didn’t dare tell Uncle Wen. Sister listens to you the most, Brother Xiao. Could you help me talk some sense into her?”
The more Lu Xiaoting listened, the darker his expression grew.
Wen Qiansu, finding some random man?!
Lu Xiaoting swiped the photo with his long fingers, zooming in on the black card in the girl’s hand.
That morning, his assistant had just reported to him that the Tiffany diamond ring had been bought by some unidentified man to open coconuts and make a woman happy.
Even his burner account couldn’t trace it—the platform had provided protection.
That man was no simple character.
And now, here he was receiving a photo of Wen Qiansu using a black card to shop.
An inexplicable association flashed through his mind—
The black card belonged to that man.
And Wen Qiansu was the woman that man was trying to please.
Impossible!
Wen Qiansu had followed him around since childhood, devoted to him, determined to marry no one else. No matter how harshly he spoke to her, she’d stick to him like a lovesick puppy, unable to be driven away no matter how he scolded her.
How could she possibly turn to another man’s embrace?
He had never liked Wen Qiansu, but at this moment, he felt the irritation of having something that belonged to him snatched away.
If Wen Qiansu had found some useless, worthless man, fine—he could simply dismiss it with contempt.
But she couldn’t find someone better than him.
Especially when it was highly likely to be the very man who had just slapped him in the face.
Lu Xiaoting hung up the phone and tossed his phone toward his assistant in the front passenger seat:
“Investigate this store. Find out whose black card Wen Qiansu used.”
Wait!
Lu Xiaoting took the phone back, swiping the screen with his long fingers to zoom in on the store’s logo.
Femo?
He vaguely remembered Wen Qiansu had bought him gifts from this brand several times?
Hah?
He had overestimated Wen Qiansu after all.
Buying it for him?
He knew it—Wen Qiansu would always be this spineless. No matter how much she threw a tantrum, within three days, she’d still obediently come back to coax him.
Lu Xiaoting felt his anger instantly dissipate by half.
Even the matter of that black card didn’t seem so important anymore.
When the Femo store clerk received the call from Lu’s assistant, she paused:
“Sorry, we can’t disclose customer information.”
Lu Xiaoting’s assistant: “Do you know who I am?”
Shop assistant: ?
“Whoever you are, it’s useless. Revealing customer information is illegal. If the customer reports it, I could be arrested.”
Especially in high-end custom shops like theirs, every customer was either wealthy or influential.
Not to mention someone of Mr. Huo’s caliber.
If she dared to reveal even a single word, the only thing accompanying her for the rest of her life would be tears behind bars.
The assistant was so angry he almost laughed.
He hung up the phone and reported to Lu Xiaoting.
Lu Xiaoting leaned back in his chair, resting with his eyes closed, and waved his hand dismissively.
It didn’t matter. Tomorrow, the city government would lead the opening of an art gallery jointly supported by the Wen family, the Lu family, and several other prominent families. He remembered Wen Qiansu was also supposed to attend.
He didn’t believe Wen Qiansu wouldn’t come looking for him.
At that moment, Wen Qiansu was nearly dazzled by the glittering jewels filling the room.
There were too many, really too many.
Not only were there ready-made diamond rings, but also a box of uncut raw diamonds in various sizes and colors.
Complete sets of gemstone necklaces and earrings were even more countless.
Wen Qiansu almost suspected that Mr. Huo had emptied out the entire jewelry store.
She knew Mr. Huo was wealthy, but this was beyond extravagant.
Even her father, Wen Biesheng, and Lu Xiaoting combined wouldn’t dare to be this lavish.
Huo Zhanxing smiled and took her hand: “Alright, let’s take it step by step. First, choose a diamond ring.”
“You can pick from ready-made designs, or choose a diamond you like, and they’ll craft it into a style you prefer.”
“Then, we’ll select the wedding dress.”
“Finally, we’ll choose matching jewelry.”
Mr. Huo truly lived up to his role as the head of the Huo family—his words arranged everything in perfect order.
But even just choosing a diamond ring first left Wen Qiansu overwhelmed.
“How about… this one?”
The girl pointed to a 24-carat pink diamond ring.
The design was very simple—not overly extravagant, but still fitting for Mr. Huo’s status.
Huo Zhanxing: “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then this one it is.”
Huo Zhanxing agreed readily, then instructed someone to deliver all the other pieces to Miss Wen’s room.
Wen Qiansu: “To my room??”
Huo Zhanxing: “Mm, they’re all yours. Keep them for fun. Wear whichever one you like whenever you want. If you don’t feel like wearing them, use them to open coconuts.”
His precious darling, how could she only have one diamond ring? He wanted her to be a little princess with diamond freedom and financial freedom, a happy little treasure every day.
Wen Qiansu was utterly shocked—this was too frightening.
The diamond rings here were enough to open a jewelry store, and he was giving them all to her just to open coconuts?
Mr. Huo was truly too extravagant.
If she dared to waste such treasures so recklessly, heaven would surely strike her down.
Huo Zhanxing looked at her gently and said, “This is accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, baby. Have you forgotten? Contributing to the national economy.”
Wen Qiansu: …
But these all seemed to be foreign brands.
She blinked her eyes, thought of something, and asked tentatively:
“How about we replace one set with a Chinese-style brand? I know a shop that’s really, really good, but they don’t have much money and are struggling to survive.”
“Consider it an investment from you, okay? I promise, they’re truly excellent and will definitely become an internationally renowned brand, promoting our country’s culture. It won’t be a waste of Mr. Huo’s money.”
Huo Zhanxing: “Of course, that’s fine.”
“I knew it—my baby helping me spend money is never wrong. I love supporting domestic brands the most, especially those preserving traditional cultural craftsmanship.”
Butler: “…You can talk after you throw away all these foreign luxury jewelry in the room first.”
Wen Qiansu was overjoyed.
She immediately called the contact for that shop.
Meng Xiuxiu leaned against the shop entrance, looking up at the sky and sighing: “Grandpa, if we don’t get any more orders soon, we really are about to close down. We can’t even afford the rent anymore.”
“Maybe the two of us should go begging tomorrow. You play the erhu, and I’ll hold the bowl. At least we won’t have to drink the northwest wind, right?”
The old man gave his little granddaughter a light flick on the forehead.
His hair was gray, his aged eyes calm, yet filled with a deep sense of unwillingness.
He wore a simple, old-fashioned long gown made of extremely rare fabric. Even the embroidery stitches on it were craftsmanship rarely seen in a hundred years.
He couldn’t really let his granddaughter go begging.
He thought with a sigh.
He remembered two days ago, when those rude and ignorant buyers from the Lu Group came to his shop, demanding he sell off the shop’s belongings at a low price…
The old man let out a long sigh.
A century-old legacy, if it collapsed under his watch, he would have no face to meet his ancestors even in death.
Just then, Meng Xiuxiu received a phone call.