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Chapter 585 - 575 Good Daughter

Chapter 585: Chapter 575 Good Daughter

The birthday banquet went smoothly after Zhang Anfeng’s family left.

On such an important day, no one wanted to upset the birthday star.

Except for someone who acted fearlessly because they thought they were the birthday star’s own child.

Zhang Lingxuan and Zhang Lingzhou chased after their parents, but when they saw their father’s dark expression, they stopped simultaneously.

Wouldn’t they become punching bags if they approached him now?

"Sis, is that invitation really so hard to get? Dad had to lower his voice and beg grandpa."

Zhang Lingxuan looked at her brother’s naive face, "You weren’t thinking of getting your buddies to help, were you? Just give it a rest, the circle you’re in isn’t even close to the Yuan family’s league."

"Sis, why are you looking down on me? I do have a few well-connected friends."

"Then go ahead and try."

"I’ll try, just watch. Sis, let dad know that I’m getting that Yuan Charity invitation for him."

Zhang Lingxuan watched as her brother slyly made his exit, only realizing what happened after he left.

This wasn’t about helping out the elders; it was clearly about escaping from the impending rage.

Damn, she actually believed her brother’s nonsense!

"Xuanxuan!"

As Zhang Lingxuan was about to imitate her brother and leave, she froze and turned around reluctantly.

"Dad, you called me?"

Zhang Anfeng walked over to his daughter, looking at his eldest daughter who had been home not doing anything productive and trending towards laziness.

"Tonight, I’m taking you to have dinner with the second master of the Hou family."

Zhang Lingxuan instinctively took a step back, widening her eyes in disbelief.

Even Lin Yi, who followed them, was taken aback. "Anfeng, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Anfeng pointed at Zhang Lingxuan, "She’s been doing nothing at home every day, going crazy from time to time. The company is in shambles, and she hasn’t been working there, but she’s certainly been spending a lot of money. What do you think I’m thinking? She’s this old and still relying on her parents? It’s time for her to be useful!"

Lin Yi wanted to retort but, seeing her daughter gaining weight and losing vitality at home, asked hesitantly, "The second master of the Hou family?"

"What’s wrong with the second master of the Hou family? He’s part of the Hou family and on the banquet’s guest list. If he enjoys the dinner, Xuanxuan might accompany him to the banquet tomorrow. The old man wanted to take that girl there anyway. I want the old man to see that our Xuanxuan doesn’t need him to get in!"

Lin Yi knew her husband was being stubborn, but seeing him gnash his teeth, she didn’t dare to argue.

She could only turn to her daughter, struggling to find the words: "Your dad, he wants what’s best for you. You’re almost thirty now, divorced, jobless. If you want to get married..."

Zhang Lingxuan quickly shook her head, "I don’t want to get married!"

Zhang Anfeng snorted coldly, "You were still hoping to reconcile with Qian Yisheng. After you drunkenly harassed him on the phone last time, he still has your number blocked, right? Oh, and by the way, Yisheng left the country with his child for further studies a few days ago. He won’t be back for two or three years, so give up on that idea."

"Ah ah ah..."

When Zhang Lingxuan was about to scream, she received her father’s ultimatum: "You have to go to this dinner, or you can just leave without any money. All the family money belongs to me and your mother. You’ve already squandered yours, so go find a job and support yourself."

"Mom?"

Lin Yi, despite owning a high-end restaurant, opened it with her husband’s support and investment. Facing her daughter’s pleading gaze, she hesitated, "Xuanxuan, as parents, we won’t harm you. The second master of the Hou family may be a bit of a playboy, but in our circle, who isn’t? Your father... sticking with him at least ensures a prosperous life even without working. One must learn to be content, right?"

Ultimately, Zhang Lingxuan hung her head, her eyes dark, "I’ll listen to dad."

"That’s our good daughter!"

*

Jiang Lingxi went straight back to Xiyuan after the banquet.

Considering her plan to show Mr. Yuan the painting in the collection room tomorrow before returning to her own place to do the makeup, it could be a bit tiring.

She simply sent a message to Tong Yue, asking her to bring the makeup team and dresses directly to Xiyuan the next day.

Tong Yue, after a moment of silence upon receiving the message.

[Xiao Xi, is there anything to be aware of when I arrive at Xiyuan?]

It was her first time on Mr. Shen’s turf, better to be cautious.

Jiang Lingxi: [... When you’re almost there, let me know, and I’ll have someone meet you at the gate. Just don’t wander around, or you might get lost.]

Get lost...

Tong Yue swallowed a bit of sourness, nodded as she replied: [Got it, darling!]

Jiang Lingxi: "..."

Tong Yue and her team were picked up, but when Mr. Yuan arrived, Jiang Lingxi personally greeted him.

When she saw Mr. Yuan get off the car, she was momentarily taken aback.

During their meeting at the banquet yesterday, the elderly gentleman was wearing a somewhat casual Chinese suit with group blessing patterns. But today, he was in a full suit with leather shoes, complete with a bow tie, cufflinks, and a brooch. Even his hair was neatly combed back, seemingly with some hairspray.

Does one need to dress this formally just to view a painting?

It made her a bit self-conscious, meeting him in her sportswear used for morning exercise.

"Mr. Yuan, please come inside."

Yuan Hui took out an exquisite cane from the car, looking up at the "Xiyuan" characters above the gate, "These characters are quite good. Were they written by Mr. Shen?"

"Yes," Jiang Lingxi nodded, leading him inside while murmuring to herself silently: You’re also studying your associate’s work.

"He went out early this morning to the company, so I’ll accompany you to the collection room."

Yuan Hui cheerfully nodded, showing no concern, "The old man just wants to see the painting."

"Actually, besides ’Bibo Wanxiang,’ there’s also a ’Countless Mansions’ here."

Both are artificially aged, so they were naturally stored together.

Yuan Hui originally wanted to admire more of Xiyuan’s beautiful scenery; even in winter, this garden was beautifully picturesque, surpassing even their Calligraphy and Painting Association.

But at Jiang Lingxi’s mention of the paintings, his pace immediately doubled.

"Are they both genuine works of the Divine Painter? Come, come, I must properly appreciate them."

For this, Jiang Lingxi could only say: The old man’s legs are still in good condition!

For genuinely preserved ancient paintings worth millions, it’s not just about prohibiting close contact and touch; they require display cases and even specific indoor lighting conditions.

Although these two paintings were artificially aged, for authenticity’s sake, they underwent the same presentation treatment in the collection room.

Jiang Lingxi brought him there, opened the door, turned on the specially-made lights, about to invite him inside.

When she looked back, she saw the old man pulling a brand-new pair of shoe covers out of the pocket of his neat suit jacket.