Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 39 - 0 Double Kill Princess Yongnings Painting 3 More
Chapter 39: 039 Double Kill! Princess Yongning’s Painting [3 More]
Chapter 39: 039 Double Kill! Princess Yongning’s Painting [3 More]
Before Fang Qingya’s feet had even crossed the threshold, she almost doubted she’d heard correctly.
She whipped around to face Ye Wanlan, “What did you say?!”
Xu Li and Fang Qingye also stopped in their tracks, both somewhat incredulous.
They had heard about Ye Wanlan’s extortion of fifty million from the Qin Family, which had thoroughly offended the Qin Family.
Could it be that she intended to offend all of the Five Great Families of Jiangcheng?
The Jiang City was home to innumerable families ranked by comprehensive strength, with the Zhou, Fang, Sheng, Xu, and Qin households at the helm, the Zhou Family being first among the five.
Next came the Fang and Sheng families, followed by the Xu and Qin families.
Aside from the Qin Family, today had seen the younger generation from all the Five Great Families gather.
“Fabricating facts and making false accusations with the intention of getting me punished, of course, I’m going to call the police,” Ye Wanlan was still composed as she said, “Police officer, police lady, I want to report a crime.”
Both police officers looked stern, their gazes drilling into Fang Qingya.
Fang Qingya finally panicked, “I didn’t, it’s not that I…”
“Miss Fang, this is your statement, this is your signature,” the male officer presented the file to her, “Do you see clearly?”
The statement she had signed off earlier had become the perfect evidence of Fang Qingya making a false police report.
Fang Qingya felt her throat go dry, unable to utter a rebuttal, and looked desperately towards Sheng Yunyi, “Yunyi…”
If she were really detained, wouldn’t she become a joke in Jiang Circle?
What if Old Master Fang and her parents found out…
Fang Qingya shuddered uncontrollably.
No, absolutely not!
“Miss Ye…” Sheng Yunyi’s complexion was faintly pale, looking frail, “I apologize on Qingya’s behalf. We didn’t do it on purpose, it’s just that she cares too much about me. Can we please not call the police? I’ll compensate you for whatever you want.”
Ye Wanlan let out a low chuckle, tilting her head slightly, “Do you think I’m giving you face?”
“Ye Wanlan!” Zhou Hechen’s expression turned icy, his gaze sharp, “It was not Yunyi’s doing. She’s speaking so kindly, what are you trying to imply?”
Cheng Qingli muttered under her breath, “Pah, scumbag!”
Ye Wanlan did not look at Zhou Hechen, not sparing him a glance.
Zhou Hechen felt his heart stop abruptly, as if a swarm of ants was feasting on his heart, leaving him momentarily breathless.
He scowled, hands clenched into fists, forcing out the bewildering emotions.
“Miss Fang, given your actions, we will submit a ‘Detention Application Report’ to our superiors,” the female officer said coldly, “Once the detention warrant arrives, we will proceed with your administrative detention.”
So many people bullying a young girl, it’s truly shameless.
Fang Qingya turned as white as a sheet, her back soaked with cold sweat; she looked around frantically, “Big brother, second brother! Are you just going to stand by and watch me get detained?”
“Qingya, you really need to reflect on yourself,” Fang Qinghan, always the epitome of gentle elegance, suddenly darkened his face, “It was my neglect in disciplining you. Look at the foolish things you’ve done today! Is this how the Fang family usually teaches you?”
Fang Qingye wanted to say something but held back upon hearing Fang Qinghan’s words.
“Ye Wanlan, what exactly do you want to do?” Fang Qingya gritted her teeth, trembling, “I… I’ll pay you money, okay? Isn’t that what you want? I have money!”
At that moment, she regretted it.
Blinded by rage, she thought, based on Ye Wanlan’s past behavior, she definitely could have committed something as foolish as destroying the painting.
But why wasn’t it Ye Wanlan this time?
Where exactly had things gone wrong?
Fang Qingya’s heart pounded erratically, panic nearly engulfing her.
Ye Wanlan replied with a cold look in her eyes, “No need, you’re the one who called the police.”
“I…” Fang Qingya’s face grew even paler; her mouth opened but her knees buckled, and she finally collapsed to the ground, “I never…”
She never imagined it would come to this!
“Miss Ye has been frightened,” the female officer then turned to Sheng Yunyi and the others, “And you, pressuring a young girl so aggressively. It’s a shame considering you’re adults from distinguished families.”
This was the first time Sheng Yunyi had been reprimanded like this; her originally pale face flushed.
The two police officers took Fang Qingya away, and the room fell silent once more.
“We apologize for disturbing Miss Ye,” Sheng Yunyi said with a forced smile, “We’ll be on our way now, and we will send over an apology shortly.”
Zhou Hechen remained silent, his jaw set tight.
“Miss Ye,” Fang Qinghan suddenly spoke up, “May I buy this painting from you?”
Sheng Yunyi’s steps faltered.
Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, “Sure, name your price.”
“Brother, how much are you planning to spend for a ruined painting? She said she picked it up from the trash,” Fang Qingye remarked, “If you had any discernment, you’d just give this painting to my brother.”
“Qingye, do not be rude,” Fang Qinghan chided sharply, “I offer three million for the painting.”
Sheng Yunyi’s smile was strained, “Qinghan, three million for that painting?”
Fang Qinghan had never bought one of her paintings before; she had offered them to him, but he had always declined them graciously.
She had always thought Fang Qinghan was not interested in traditional Chinese painting. Why would he…
“Qinghan,” Zhou Hechen also spoke, “If you like paintings, I have many works by famous artists. There’s no need to spend so much.”
“Three million, Miss Ye, would you sell it to me?” Fang Qinghan didn’t wait for an answer; his eyes were deep, staring at Ye Wanlan.
“I can.” Ye Wanlan took the painting down.
Fang Qinghan’s actions were quick too. He wrote a check and handed it to Ye Wanlan, “Thank you, Miss Ye, for parting with it.”
He held the painting securely, very carefully, “Qingye, let’s go home.”
“Oh, bro, I have to take a call.” Fang Qingye was visibly impatient, “Hello? Have you found her? Why are you calling me if you haven’t found her? Go find her quickly!”
Zhou Hechen pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, “What person is Qingye looking for? Maybe I can help.”
“A woman.” Fang Qingye shrugged, “Last month, she came to Little Gold Mountain for a car race, took first place, and I wanted to meet her. But then, she just disappeared, tsk.”
He had not failed to seek out Jiang Xulin, but strangely, after that same night, Jiang Xulin no longer appeared at Little Gold Mountain.
Zhou Hechen nodded, “I’ll keep an eye out for you.”
“Thanks.” Fang Qingye waved his hand dismissively, “If you really find her, consider it a favor you can cash in from me.”
Zhou Hechen’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Owing a favor to Fang Qingye was not a trifle, especially since he was a playboy who was generous with his affections, yet he had never gone to such lengths for a woman before.
“Hechen, let’s go too,” Sheng Yunyi said softly, “my painting…”
Zhou Hechen returned to reality, holding her cold hand, “I will help you find the ringleader.”
Sheng Yunyi tilted her head and smiled, “Thank you, Hechen.”
As several people left one after another, Cheng Qingli immediately closed the door.
“Sister Lan, how did you get mixed up with a bunch of nutjobs! If they take over their family businesses in the future, does Jiangcheng have any hope?”
“Hmm, that’s why they won’t.” Ye Wanlan seemed thoughtful, “We need to speed things up.”
Cheng Qingli asked curiously again, “Sister Lan, is the painting you sold really one you picked up?”
“Yeah, I painted it, threw it in a trash can,” Ye Wanlan said, “and later my uncle picked it up.”
Cheng Qingli: “?”
Was that even a thing?
“Ding-ling-ling—”
Lin Huaijin’s call came at just that moment.
“Ah Lan, are you alright?” His breathing was rushed, “I’ve already spoken to your grandmother about the situation. You can rest assured, she will definitely back you!”
“Uncle, I’m fine.” Ye Wanlan was very calm, “I just sent someone off to detention, and made three million on top of that.”
Double win.
Lin Huaijin: “???”
Could he suspect that Ye Wanlan had robbed a bank?
What exactly had his sweet, kind-hearted niece done!?
He felt cold all over.
“As long as you’re fine, that’s good.” Lin Huaijin let out a sigh of relief, “I’ll come pick you up now. We’ll stay at the old house today, it’ll be good for you to spend more time with your grandmother.”
“Okay, Uncle.” Ye Wanlan responded to everything.
As she hung up the phone and turned around, there was Cheng Qingli, looking at her expectantly.
“You—”
“Sister Lan, please, paint one for me too. Even if it’s the kind you throw in the trash can! Or just tell me where you’ve thrown it, and I’ll go pick it up!”
Ye Wanlan: “…”
Ye Wanlan: “Be good, don’t pick things out of the trash.”
It wasn’t like she couldn’t produce a painting of normal standard.
Cheng Qingli was overjoyed, “Sister Lan, I knew you loved me the most!”
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Today, she was the real MVP!
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Meanwhile, Fang Qinghan and Fang Qingye returned to the Fang Family.
“Running off in the middle of the day, I have no idea what you guys went out for.” Madam Fang looked behind the two, “Where’s Xiao Ya? Fang Qingye, don’t tell me you’ve gone off wasting money again, making your elder brother and sister cover for you?”
The monthly cost for Fang Qingye’s car repairs always started at several hundred thousand.
“Mom, my brother is much more extravagant than me.” Fang Qingye said dismissively, “He bought a painting today that was picked out of a trash can. Do you know how much he spent? Three million! I couldn’t even stop him, he’s gone mad!”
“Three million?” Madam Fang was equally astonished, “What painting would make you take the initiative to buy?”
“You don’t understand, Qingye.” Fang Qinghan shook his head, “This painting seems casual, but the brushwork is strong, each stroke is filled with deep artistic skill, surely the work of a master.”
He carefully placed the painting on the coffee table and took out a tissue to dust off the frame.
“This painting is indeed quite good.” Madam Fang frowned slightly, “But an unknown work can’t be worth three million, right?”
“Mom, you’re also missing the point,” Fang Qinghan extended his hand to a bird in the painting, speaking slowly, “The style of this bird’s tail, it’s around ninety percent similar to the ‘Spring Mountain Hundreds of Birds Painting’.”
The ‘Spring Mountain Hundreds of Birds Painting,’ a piece presented to Ning Zhaozong by Princess Yongning in 1716, is now kept in the Yunjing National Museum.
Madam Fang’s movements abruptly stopped, “Are you suggesting this painting… is an authentic work of Princess Yongning?!”
