Novel Full Chapter 183 - 183 183 Su Family Opens a New Piano Store Its
Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Su Family Opens a New Piano Store? It’s Mine! Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Su Family Opens a New Piano Store? It’s Mine! Shaojia’s gaze calmly moved away from the photo.
“It really does, I guess my aunt and I share a bond.”
“What a coincidence, I find myself quite fond of Miss Shaojia too!”
Elder Xuan watched them without speaking, his gaze lingered on the manor’s flowerbeds, his thoughts wandering for a moment.
Qingwu looked at Xuan Lengyue and smiled, “Aunt Xuan, your hairpin is very pretty, may I take a look?”
“Of course, last time I heard Master Ji said the young lady studied jewelry design, didn’t she? This hairpin was also designed by a jewelry master. It has a great sense of design.”
Qingwu carefully removed the hairpin from Xuan Lengyue’s head, admired it for a moment, and returned it to her.
“Thanks, Aunt Xuan.”
“You’re welcome.”
After sitting for a moment, Qingwu and Shaojia got up to leave.
Elder Xuan quickly spoke up, “What’s the rush? You just got here, stay a little longer.”
Qingwu replied politely, “We were just passing by and have been bothering Grandpa Xuan and Aunt Xuan for too long. My sister and I need to go home for dinner.”
Elder Xuan knew he had no grounds to keep them, yet was reluctant for them to go.
“Shaojia, could you give Grandpa Xuan your phone number? Maybe you can come and keep me company when you have time?”
“Sure, I’ll be working at one of the research institutes in Beijing in the future. If it’s convenient for me to stop by for a meal, you better not kick me out, Grandpa Xuan!”
The biggest research institutes in Beijing were near the Xuan family’s manor, and the laboratory connected to the Vermilion Bird Laboratory was also nearby.
Elder Xuan was all smiles. His wrinkles seemed to smooth out from his laughter.
“Yes, yes, you must come. If anyone dares to make you leave, Grandpa Xuan will be anxious!”
As they walked out of the manor, Shaojia let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Qingwu mounted her motorcycle and handed Shaojia something.
“This is?”
“Aunt Xuan’s hair.”
She had taken advantage of the moment when she removed Xuan Lengyue’s hairpin. The hairpin had snagged some hair, providing enough follicle tissue for DNA testing; Qingwu had casually collected it.
“Didn’t you say you trusted DNA more? Grandpa Xuan also secretly kept the spoon you used.”
Shaojia didn’t notice this detail. She slapped her forehead as if she just realized something important.
“Are the mouth cells on the spoon enough? Should I secretly drop a few strands of hair in?”
“That might work.”
Shaojia quickly pulled a few strands from her own head and put them in a sealed bag. “Sister, wait for me!”
She dashed back to the manor and crouched in front of Elder Xuan, panting heavily.
“Here, for you, just in case the spoon isn’t enough!”
Elder Xuan blushed as she exposed him.
“That, Grandpa Xuan didn’t mean it that way…”
“It’s okay. Call me when the results are out. Goodbye, Grandpa Xuan!”
Elder Xuan watched Shaojia’s swiftly departing figure and looked at the strands of hair in his hand, unexpectedly bursting into laughter.
“This child, such a good personality. I like her!”
…
Late at night, Leisure Inn at Shen Mansion.
On the other side of the video, Chu Yuheng lay sprawled out on the bed, appearing utterly hopeless.
“Boss! The old man is arriving in Beijing tomorrow! We have to pick him up. Ah, I want to die!”
“Has the Gambling Stone King that the Su Family invited arrived?”
Master Hai Xin, as the previous Gambling Stone King, had unearthed countless valuable stones and was quite renowned.
The thing he couldn’t stand was someone using the title “Gambling Stone King” to ruin his reputation while swaggering about!
Chu Yuheng sneered, “The last Gambling Stone King is on a plane across the ocean. This current one stands before me. When it comes to incomplete gambling stones, no one is better than me. What kind of thing dares to call itself a king? Bastard!”
“That Su Wenyin from the Su Family sure knows how to stir things up. Last time, even after being dealt with by the boss and President Pei, he still didn’t wise up. He’s organizing a public gemstone auction tomorrow, and the Su Family didn’t make it difficult for him because of the Gambling Stone King’s title.”
Otherwise, what happened at Elder Xuan’s birthday banquet last time would have been enough to get Su Wenyin kicked out of the Su Family several times over.
“And that Su Yurou—her father is supposedly the Su Family’s adopted son, which essentially makes him a mere servant dog. She really thinks she’s an heir? Is Su Yurou part cockroach or what?”
Hearing this description, Qingwu glanced up and asked, “What happened?”
“She loves courting trouble too much. Last time, President Pei bought her gallery and gifted it to the boss, and now she’s opened a new piano store right across from yours!”
At this point, the corner of Chu Yuheng’s mouth twitched.
Qingwu responded with a slight nod.
“Is its scale large?”
“Not too bad, about the same size as the boss’s Piano Store, just with fewer pianos. The location is better though.”
Qingwu nodded, “It’s mine!”
Chu Yuheng’s brain momentarily froze, “Huh?”
“Any objections?”
“I wouldn’t dare. I’ll go acquire… ahem, reclaim your Piano Store immediately.”
Chu Yuheng was thrilled. Back when their boss was being a bandit, Su Yurou was probably still playing in the mud somewhere!
Their boss dared to claim even the Beidou Star kind of organization. What’s a mere Piano Store in comparison?
“Don’t think about running off when we pick up Old Hai tomorrow.”
Chu Yuheng thought about his nearly worthless acting career and sighed gloomily, “Understood!”
After closing the video, Qingwu’s gaze fell on the gently fluttering curtains.
Her voice was cool, with a hint of teasing.
“When did President Pei start needing to use the balcony? Is the Pei Clan so poor they can’t afford a door?”
The balcony’s French window was opened from the outside, and Pei Jue entered wearing a robe. His silk robe shifted with his movements, revealing a chiseled chest and the faint outlines of abs.
“I was worried you were asleep, so I didn’t dare knock.”
“If you come through the window, I’ll still wake up.”
As a former assassin, Qingwu always maintained heightened vigilance. Whether someone knocked or climbed the window, she would be alert in the first instance.
Pei Jue moved into Qingwu’s room, leaning his hand on her bed, looking down at Qingwu, who sat cross-legged on it.
She must have just taken a bath, carrying a faint fragrance, her misty hair cascading around her, alluring and captivating.
Pei Jue’s voice carried a hint of grievance as he spoke softly, “I just missed you. Ever since you came back from Melta, you haven’t spoken to me or responded to my messages.”
Qingwu looked at Pei Jue before her.
When did this man become so clingy?
Before, at most, he’d watch her from his room. Now he was climbing through her window to find her!
Under Pei Jue’s scorching, intense gaze, Qingwu had to tell the truth.
“I didn’t have time to check my phone in the afternoon, and when it got too late, I didn’t reply.”
“Were you at Grandpa Xuan’s house?”
He had seen her ride off with Shaojia on a motorcycle and guessed she would likely seek out Xuan Lengyue.
“Yes. As guessed, eight or nine times out of ten, Aunt Xuan doesn’t remember anything. She doesn’t recall your uncle or sister Shaojia.”
“May I tell Grandpa?”
“Feel free, but this concerns Sister Shaojia. You should ask her.”
Pei Jue nodded, “I will. But it’s late now. Tomorrow then.”
Did he know it was late?
Then what was he doing here in her room!
Seeing Qingwu’s accusatory expression, Pei Jue lightly tapped her nose, his voice doting.
“Tomorrow’s the Su Family’s gemstone auction, will my fiancée attend with me?”
If she hadn’t ignored his messages and if he didn’t miss her so much, he wouldn’t have come over at this hour.
It seemed when he was around her, his self-restraint, which he had always been proud of, waned a bit…
Qingwu had intended to attend the gemstone auction anyway.
“Alright, you can leave now. I want to sleep!”
Pei Jue softly smirked, his voice alluring.
“How about…”