Song Liangjiang narrowed her eyes at Luo Fuyang. "It's too early to ridicule me now. Basically, you will get slapped in the face for saying such stuff. Why don't you come and show off on the day of my divorce with Chu Jingmo? If you can come with the marriage certificate with Chu Jingmo, the effect might be better. I can personally make a coffin for both of you to celebrate your marriage."
After saying that, Song Liangjiang left. She didn't care about Luo Fuyang's terrible expression at all. How dare she provoke her without knowing anything? Luo Fuyang should do everything to seduce Chu Jingmo, please!
Song Liangjiang came to the manor again based on the directions in her memory. She happened to meet Mr. Yang. She politely and carefully made her request, wanting to tour the manor again because she loved Mr. Xuan Chi's design.
Mr. Yang invited her in with a smile. "I have to go out now. Let the butler show you around."
Song Liangjiang thanked him hurriedly. Perhaps she didn't expect Mr. Yang to be so easygoing.
He seemed even more enthusiastic than yesterday. Indeed, the treatment she received when Chu Jingmo was not around was different. She was already prepared to be rejected.
The butler was very polite. He even prepared a translator and brought Song Liangjiang to the main area of the manor for the tour.
Song Liangjiang didn't take out her phone to take photos. This was courtesy. She brought only her sketchbook to take notes or inspiration.
There was a separate courtyard behind the main residence. The courtyard looked like a garden in Suzhou, but it looked more spiritual.
"And this place is?"
"It's Mr. Qu's residence. He is our master's friend," the butler explained respectfully.
"Can I go in and take a look? Will I disturb anyone?"
The butler led her in. "Master says you can go anywhere you wish."
Song Liangjiang stopped in her tracks. An indescribable feeling hit her. She knew that many people liked her, especially the big shots in the construction industry, but wasn't Mr. Yang way too nice to her?
In the garden's pavilion, she saw a man in a wheelchair carving something. The white jade table was filled with wood, and the fragrance in the air made her realize that it was all high-quality wood— golden cedar.
A piece of golden cedar was already hard to come by, but he actually had so much of it here?
The butler went over and whispered in the man's ear. The man put down his chisel and tools and looked at her.
The man was originally confused. He looked up and was completely stunned for a few seconds when his gaze swept past Song Liangjiang.
The man's eyes seemed to be filled with spring. His gold-framed glasses were perched on the bridge of his sharp nose. His lips were curved in a gentle smile.
Song Liangjiang's hand holding the pen froze in midair for a long time.
If Chu Jingmo's good-looking face could be described as direct and dominant, then the person in front of her was simply good-looking. He was really good-looking. He was indescribably good-looking.
"Miss Song."
Song Liangjiang was speechless.
He had a nice voice too!
The butler reminded Song Liangjiang, who suddenly came back to her senses and subconsciously wiped her saliva, afraid that she had drool on her chin.
Young masters were peerless, and beauties were like oysters.
"Hello." Song Liangjiang was relieved that she wasn't drooling. Otherwise, she would be embarrassed in front of a beauty.
Qu Shang noticed her small action but did not expose her. He waved at her. "Come and sit with me."
Song Liangjiang carefully walked over with her sketchbook, as if she was afraid of disturbing the master at work.
However, she soon realized that he was in a wheelchair with a dark blanket covering his legs. She was stunned for a moment and sat down beside him. "Sorry to disturb you."
"It's fine." Qu Shang chuckled and emptied a part of the table for her.
When the butler saw them talking, he automatically retreated to the door.
Song Liangjiang couldn't help but stare at the wooden carving on the table, but she kept her hands clasped to prevent herself from touching it. It would be too rude.
"Swallow-tailed mandarin ducks, made of golden cedar wood." How extravagant was he to use the golden cedar wood on random stuff? This person was even more willful than Chu Jingmo.
"The Swallowtail mandarin ducks look simple, but it's also the rarest. These are rarely used in buildings nowadays, right?" Qu Shang's voice had always been gentle.
Song Liangjiang nodded. "But Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets must have used this a lot back then."
"Yang Heng informed me that someone has been looking for information on Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets all these years. So it turns out that she's still a little girl." Qu Shang hooked a ball made of golden cedar and sandalwood with his fingertips and pushed to Song Liangjiang. "This is a small thing I made out of boredom. Take it and play with it."
Song Liangjiang was speechless.
"As for Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets, don't look for it anymore. Time is used to forget the past. Don't always remember it. Your achievements in the future will far surpass Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets. Don't be stuck in a rut."
Song Liangjiang looked at the ball in her hand. There was almost no gap, but she knew that it was a mechanical ball that could be completely undone.
"You know about Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets?" He probably knew more than that. He should even be very familiar with it.
"Go back. The future of architecture belongs to you young people."
This information made her brain enter a state of mush. She had no idea what was going on. She was still in a daze until she left the manor and heard Chu Jingmo's bellow.
"Who told you to come here? Is the phone used to smash walnuts to nourish your brain? Don't you know how to answer the phone?" Chu Jingmo grabbed her and shouted angrily.
Song Liangjiang subconsciously retreated, but there was nowhere to retreat. She allowed Chu Jingmo to scold him until her brain began working again.
She came back to her senses and looked at Chu Jingmo's dark face. "To be honest, I met an immortal."
As soon as Song Liangjiang finished speaking, Chu Jingmo slapped the back of her head, causing her to stagger forward before she was pressed into the car.
After the car left the manor, Chu Jingmo was still livid. "Why? Do immortals also think that you're hopeless and chased you out?"
Song Liangjiang was speechless.
Please, can this man become a mute?
"Who told you to come here? You're not afraid of being sold."
"Mr. Yang is a nice person. His attitude yesterday must be because of you." Song Liangjiang retorted bluntly, but then she suddenly approached Chu Jingmo. "You're so worried about me. Are you in love with me?"
Chu Jingmo listened to her and twisted her head to look at the reflection in the window. "A fingernail-sized brain is all for narcissism? Am I blind?"
Song Liangjiang suddenly felt that his words sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember when she had heard it. However, his tone was really annoying. She pushed him away with her hands and feet. "Even if I was sold, does it have anything to do with you? Are you suddenly out of a job? Do you need me to design a vacation place for you? Why don't you care about the woman who is running the tea garden?"
Song Liangjiang kept ratling on, so Chu Jingmo grabbed the back of her neck and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried…