Steal The Wind But Not The Moon [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 22

Chu Shichen made an excuse to ask Mrs. Chu and Chu Shihui to go home first.

Li Hang drove ahead, and Li Zangqiu was left behind, asking, "I heard that the Xiang family is in another hall?"

Chu Zhichen said: "Well, it's over."

During today's meal, Chu Zhichen ruined his engagement plan first, and then left midway, Li Zangqiu slowed down and said, "Shichen, it doesn't matter if you neglect me, you shouldn't meddle in Xiaohui and Li Heng's affairs."

Chu Zhichen understood Li Zangqiu's displeasure, and said, "I'm just thinking, if my father was still alive, would he support or oppose it today?"

"Why assume." Li Zangqiu became more serious, "You must be realistic, your father is gone."

Chu Zhichen seemed to be referring: "So many people and things have changed."

Li Zangqiu stopped, stared at Chu Shichen through the lens for a moment, the elevator door opened, Chu Zhichen raised his hand to see him off with neither humility nor humility, and added "Uncle, walk slowly".

Today is really funny.

One side is happy, the other side is beautiful and harmonious, but both of them overturned.

Chu Zhichen returned to the Happy Hall, Xiang Mingzhang was still sitting at the table, the soup that he hadn't had time to drink was completely cold, and a fine line was cracked along the mouth of the bone china bowl.

At the beginning of the birthday banquet, relatives, friends and directors took turns to celebrate Xiang Xingzhao's birthday.

Xiang Mingzhang accompanied Xiang Xingzhao, patiently introduced who everyone was, and showed Xiang Xingzhao congratulatory gifts, gold, stone and jade wares, antique calligraphy and paintings, Cordyceps ginseng, and the hall was filled with the atmosphere of the Xiang family's favorite bell ringing and dining.

Xiang Kun, the eldest son, gave him an authentic calligraphy by famous masters as he liked, and said earnestly, "Dad, when you recover, let's appreciate how well this calligraphy is written."

Xiang Xingzhao raised his finger and muttered, "Ming...Ming, Zhang."

Xiang Huan couldn't help laughing: "Brother, Mingzhang knows calligraphy, Dad thought it was written by Mingzhang."

Xiang Mingzhang said: "My aunt is flattering me too much."

"You come to a picture and ask your grandfather to choose it. Maybe he doesn't want you to write it." Xiang Kun smiled and said, "Hey, Mingzhang, where is your congratulatory gift?"

Uncle said: "We are all throwing bricks to attract jade, and Mingzhang's gift should be given last. He is the most filial to the old man. It must be a well-prepared gift."

Xiang Mingzhang ordered Uncle Qi to bring the gift, an ebony box as tall as a palm, with bat patterns carved along the sides, and when he opened it, a pair of sapphire pine and toon tree carvings were inside, with dense pine branches, lush toon leaves, and crystal clear jade. A rare gem.

If it is indeed a "great gift" in terms of value, Xiang Rugang said: "This object is valuable enough, but it lacks some novelty."

The aunt said: "If you spend time, you think Mingzhang is as free as you? This jade carving is auspicious, and it looks good at home."

There was a piece of plain paper in the box, and Xiang Mingzhang picked it up. On the paper were two lines of regular lowercase letters, which were written by Yuan Haowen. After reading it, he held it in the palm of his hand, picked up the wine cup and got up.