Qiao Xinhui followed Fang Yuan's gaze and seemed to have caught onto the topic. "Yuanyuan, do you like this painting? Should I have someone hang it in your room?"
"No need," Fang Yuan replied. She was a bit surprised to see the abundance of artwork in their home. However, this painting seemed out of place among the modern pieces.
"You don't like it, Yuanyuan? Guards, please store away the painting," Cheng Ye heard her words and issued the order.
The housekeeper felt a pang of reluctance. The painting of the Seven Galloping Horses was a rare treasure, and the Old Master had specifically hung it for this inexperienced Sixth Miss! Moreover, this painting was Lady Yuqi's favorite.
Fang Yuan could sense the housekeeper's hostility directed at her, but she paid it no mind. Instead, she offered a suggestion to her parents. "Hang it inside." She gestured toward the nearby tea room, where other paintings by the same artist adorned the walls. The combination of tea and ancient artwork would create a harmonious ambiance.
The housekeeper felt a twinge of heartbreak. This girl from the countryside didn't comprehend the value of the painting, so she wanted to display it indoors rather than showcasing its grandeur to outsiders.
"I agree!" Qiao Xinhui immediately stood up in support of her daughter. "My daughter has excellent taste!"
Butler: sighs internally
"Yuanyuan, we have green tea, black tea, floral tea, fruits, and snacks here. Help yourself to whatever you like. Don't be shy, this is your home," Cheng Ye said lovingly.
Fang Yuan poured herself a cup of Da Hong Pao and took a sip. The ordinary Da Hong Pao didn't possess the same texture and aroma. Only tea produced by the ancient trees of more than 300 years old in Wuyi Mountain had such characteristics. In ancient times, this precious tea was reserved solely for the royal family. At a recent auction, the Da Hong Pao from the same tree had cost 10,000 yuan per gram. She savored another sip, enjoying the lingering and mellow fragrance that danced between her lips and teeth. It truly was an exceptional tea.
"Yuanyuan, have some snacks," Qiao Xinhui pushed the snacks toward Fang Yuan and said emotionally, "I never intended for you to get lost."
"I know," Fang Yuan responded. Faced with her mother's sorrow, her heart softened. She believed that no mother would willingly lose her child.
"How did you find me?" Fang Yuan asked.
"Some time ago, the Fang Family issued a missing person notice, which mentioned the fire we just passed by. I happened to come across it, but I didn't pay much attention to it initially. However, I started having recurring nightmares afterward, so I asked your father to look into it," Qiao Xinhui explained.
"But we discovered that you are our real daughter, and the child we had raised for 18 years is not our biological daughter…" Qiao Xinhui's voice trembled as tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry, it's Mom and Dad's fault that you had to live in someone else's home all this time."
Cheng Ye's expression mirrored the guilt he felt. "I was foolish to bring Yuqi home without conducting a thorough investigation. We've learned about her background now. Her mother perished in the fire, and her father is still missing. We've raised her for 18 years, and it wouldn't be right to cast her aside. So we wanted to talk to you and ask if you would allow her to continue living in this family. From now on, you are sisters. Is that alright?"
Having lived together for 18 years, they had already formed deep bonds with each other, not to mention Cheng Yuqi, who was raised as their daughter.
Fang Yuan understood their intentions and replied calmly, "You can make the decision. I have no objections."
A sense of relief washed over Qiao Xinhui. Their daughter was truly kind-hearted!
"May I show you your room?"
As they passed by the piano room on the second floor, Qiao Xinhui asked casually, "Yuanyuan, what are your hobbies?"
"Making money," Fang Yuan responded nonchalantly.
Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow. "Hahaha, you truly are a good daughter. Even as a child, you loved the idea of earning money! I never expected we would share the same interest!"
"Nonsense!" Qiao Xinhui playfully exposed him. "You were all about chasing after girls when you were young!"
Cheng Ye appeared a bit embarrassed. "Of course not. You were the only girl I had eyes for back then. Getting you was more important to me than making money!"
Fang Yuan. "…" She moved her eyes away and glanced out of the window. She realized that there was a landing pad at home, and there were not many planes there, only three…
One of them was a Boeing 747sp, a limited version worldwide. One cost 1.4 billion yuan, which was the same model as a certain head of the land's plane.
"Yuanyuan, this is your room, do you like it?" Qiao Xinhui opened the box and looked forward to her daughter's praise.
What came into view was a large patch of pink… be it the bed, curtains, furniture, carpet, or wardrobe, they were all pink.
Fang Yuan. "…."