Song Liangjiang stormed out angrily. She shouldn't believe a word this wretched man said.
Watching as Song Liangjiang left in a huff, Chu Jingmo instantly felt much more relaxed.
"Have you found out why Mr. Yang has Master Xuan's sketch?" Chu Jingmo's good mood vanished instantly as he asked.
"He said that Master Xuan gave it to him back then." However, Li Chuan didn't believe this. Master Xuan's sketch had never been given to anyone. Even when Chu Jingmo's father and the eldest young master of the Xuan family were so close that they literally grew up together, he had never received anything. "It's not necessarily true. Perhaps it's a lie or a fraud."
Li Chuan had investigated those who had lied to Song Liangjiang before. The evidence had proven that they were all fake.
"If it's true…" Chu Jingmo didn't finish his sentence, but his expression had already darkened.
Chu Jingmo didn't expound for Li Chuan to know that if it was true, it meant that Mr. Yang might have something to do with the tragedy years ago.
Song Liangjiang cursed under her breath and returned to her room. She was certain that Chu Jingmo enjoyed bullying her for fun. He had gone overboard.
She complained about Chu Jingmo again on the phone. Tang Yi listened and replied from time to time.
"In that case, why are you on a trip with him?"
"I have no money," Song Liangjiang answered confidently.
Tang Yi was speechless. She almost felt that Song Liangjiang was being spoiled. Did she really have no intention to show off his affection for her?
"Tell me how many times you've been cheated in the past. You're unrepentant and keep giving away money." Tang Yi was still at the construction site. She came out of the construction area and stood by the road to talk to her.
"But maybe it's true this time." Song Liangjiang still didn't give up. "And a designer as famous as Mr. Yang wouldn't lie."
Tang Yi had no idea why her junior had this obsession. But after so many years, she, her professor and seniors could not be bothered to persuade her.
Song Liangjiang threw herself on the bed and rolled around a few times. A room that cost tens of thousands of yuan per night was indeed worth it.
"I think Chu Jingmo is crazy."
"Yes, only for you. He has a unique preference."
"I thank him and beg him to take back this favor." Song Liangjiang laid on the bed and snorted.
"You won't have the money to buy the sketch if he takes it back."
Song Liangjiang was speechless.
That made sense. She suddenly sat up. If she offended Chu Jingmo at this juncture, what if he refused to buy the sketch?
Song Liangjiang hurriedly got out of bed. "I've sent the preliminary sketch to you and Senior. Take a look first. I have to look for Chu Jingmo."
Tang Yi looked at the phone as the call had just ended. This junior sister of hers was really energetic and spontaneous.
When Song Liangjiang appeared, Li Chuan had just finished talking to Chu Jingmo. She ran inside and bumped into Chu Jingmo changing his clothes.
She immediately spun around and pretended not to see.
"Since you're here, I have something to ask you. Where is my shirt?" Chu Jingmo stopped the girl who was about to flee as he continued to change with a stoic expression. He walked towards Song Liangjiang as he buttoned his shirt.
She felt like a fool who had delivered herself to his doorstep, but there was no reason for her to leave now.
"Shirt, that shirt…" Song Liangjiang turned around and didn't look at Chu Jingmo. "That shirt might not be suitable to survive on Earth, so it went to reincarnate in advance."
Chu Jingmo buttoned his shirt and lowered his head to adjust his cufflinks. "270,000 yuan. Miss Song, do you want to pay me by cash or card?"
"You can deduct from the 30 million." Song Liangjiang had no money anyway.
Chu Jingmo nodded, indicating that he would. "What's the matter?"
"Chu Jingmo, you're also here for the Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets' sketch this time, right? Can you let me take a look at it after you've bought it?" Song Liangjiang conveyed that she wasn't greedy at all and was definitely not here to get her hands on the sketch.
Chu Jingmo poured himself a glass of red wine and sat down on the couch. He looked at the woman who trailed after him. "I'm searching for Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets to turn the tables around for the Chu Corporation. What about you?"
Song Liangjiang scratched her head. "If I say that it's my mission in life, would you think I'm sick?"
Chu Jingmo nodded. "I think you're sick even if you don't say that."
Song Liangjiang rolled her eyes. She was probably used to sarcasm, and she was no longer angry.
"If I can replicate Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets, I'll be helping you, right?"
After all, she knew better than anyone that no one in the world knew Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets better than she did. As long as she had the real sketch, even if it was incomplete, she might be able to complete it.
"Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets was designed by Old Master Xuan for the Chu family. It only belongs to the Xuan and the Chu family. Other than these two families, no one else is qualified to see it," Chu Jingmo reminded her.
Song Liangjiang grinned brightly at Chu Jingmo. "Don't we still have a year to get a divorce? I'm still a member of the Chu family, right?"
She had not forced him to get a divorce. She was indeed very smart.
"Song Liangjiang, you shameless…"
"Shouldn't I be shameless when I'm with you?" Song Liangjiang retorted. Before Chu Jingmo could stand up, she sprinted to the door and glanced at him. "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that the fire in the Xuan family's house is quite strange. A master architect shouldn't be burned to death in his own house."
With that, she scurried off, slamming the door behind her with a deafening slam.
Chu Jingmo chuckled. "She does have a brain."
Chu Jingmo found someone who knew the hotel well and brought Song Liangjiang around the entire hotel. He basically explained the functionality and purpose of each design. The entire design style was more inclined towards service. Their customers were their priority.
When Song Liangjiang returned to her room, she was so exhausted that she lay on the bed motionless. This hotel was too big. Her legs would be crippled if she toured the entire place.
When Chu Jingmo came in, he saw her lying on the bed.
Song Liangjiang glanced at him, as if she was no longer surprised that he had her room card. Or perhaps she was no longer in the mood to argue with him. She was exhausted.
"Get up."
"No, I'm too tired." Song Liangjiang flipped over with difficulty and lay on the bed, pretending to be dead.
Chu Jingmo turned around and left. "Mr. Yang changed the meeting to tonight. If you're not going, I'll go myself."
"Ah… I'll go!" Song Liangjiang cried. She got up with difficulty, patted her face, and ran out.
Mr. Yang's residence wasn't far from the hotel, but it was huge. It took half an hour to drive from the entrance to the manor.
Song Liangjiang followed Chu Jingmo out of the car. She looked up at the entrance of the manor and felt that it seemed very familiar. But she couldn't tell where she had seen it before…