She became a top rich woman by giving tribute to her emperor boyfriend

The jade pendant was very naughty. After all the portraits were transmitted, the light went out after a while.

"..."

Qi Tianlin was speechless for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that he had sent the portrait to Jiayu as soon as possible.

If it was any later, he would have to wait for who knows how many days before the jade pendant would light up again.

But no matter whether it will shine again in the future, at least Jiayu should not feel too regretful.

After all, this is what he looks like.

I just don’t know if Jiayu likes his looks.

Thinking of this, Qi Tianlin returned to his desk and sat down with some anxiety.

This is a desk that was moved into his bedroom today to make it easier for him to study.

But what’s the use of worrying about gains and losses? You still can’t see the person you want to see.

In order to stop himself from worrying about gains and losses, Qi Tianlin started doing his homework again.

I plan to study harder recently and numb myself with knowledge.

At the same time, on the modern side.

Jiayu was still outside the villa, talking to Qiao Zhenyuan.

"Sister Jiayu, I will return the 1 billion to you. Can you let Qiao Xing off? Consider it as compensation for your mental loss."

"Before the case is filed, let's have a good chat in private. You can set the conditions and any compensation you want."

Qiao Zhenyuan spoke politely on the phone.

Jiayu was about to reply when her cell phone rang. It was Chen Zhengxin calling.

She thought that the other party was probably asking on behalf of the leader how to deal with Wei Yuanmeng, the leaker.

It is also possible that they were asking for her opinion on whether or not to make her the plaintiff in the kidnapping case public.

"Boss Qiao, the 1 billion project fee is owed to you, Qiao Corporation. You don't have to return it to me as compensation. I won't accept it. Your sister has to pay for her actions."

"Sorry, I have something to do. I'll hang up now."

After that, Jiayu ended the call with Qiao Zhenyuan and then answered the call on her cell phone.

"Secretary Chen."

The man on the phone said, "Miss Jia, I asked someone to personally handle your kidnapping case. Your best friend fainted this morning and was found to be two months pregnant."

"After your best friend found out about her pregnancy, she said she had to meet you, Miss Jia, what do you think..."

After three seconds of silence, Jiayu replied: "I'll go see him."

After ending the call, Jiayu returned to the villa and returned the phone to her father.

"Dad, I'm going to go out for a while. I'll tell you about Qiao Zhenyuan when I come back."

Then he went to the kitchen, got a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread from the refrigerator, and went out.

When passing by the living room, Zhou Ma was looking at a notebook and talking to herself: "According to the date, the eldest lady's room should be cleaned today."

Just as Jiayu came out of the kitchen, Zhou Ma asked, "Miss..."

Jiayu walked quickly and soon went far away.

Seeing her hurried back, Zhou Ma muttered, "Is the eldest lady in a hurry to deal with something?"

At this time, Jia's mother came out of the room, walked into the living room, and stretched.

Zhou Ma asked: "Madam, today is the day to clean the whole building. Do you think we need to clean everything?"

Thinking of her husband's love of cleanliness, Jia's mother said, "Sweep it."

"Okay ma'am, I'll tell the others to start cleaning upstairs then."

When they were cleaning the second floor, Zhou Ma said to the other maids, "Let me clean the eldest lady's room. She likes cleanliness very much, so you may not be able to clean it. You can clean the other rooms."

After a while, Zhou Ma opened Jiayu's room.

Seeing a pile of scrolls scattered on the floor beside the bed, she bent down to pick them up while muttering:

"Aren't these scrolls? Why are they all thrown on the ground? Doesn't the young lady want them anymore?"

Throw it on the ground, probably means you don't want it anymore.

Mother Zhou picked up the scrolls one by one, carried them to the door, and threw them into the garbage box.

Then I continued to clean the room.

She put the jade pendant and a book next to the pillow on the bedside table.

She took a closer look at the martial arts secret book and couldn't help but smile, "Where did you get these books, Miss?"

When she was tidying up the bedside table, Zhou Ma thought that the piece of white paper on it was unwanted, so she threw it into the cardboard box.

After that, take off the quilt covers from the bed and put them aside.

After the cleanup is almost done, I start changing the carpet and mopping the floor.

With a "clang" sound, Zhou Ma stopped.

What fell on the floor?

Mother Zhou glanced at the floor and saw a jade ring.

She picked it up, took a look at it, then carefully placed the jade ring on the cabinet.

When I was cleaning the doors and windows on the balcony, I found that the sliding door only had glass on one side and only... a frame on the other side.

Zhou Ma was puzzled: "Why is it gone again? Didn't the eldest lady have someone install a door some time ago?"

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"Don't call me anymore. I have to report to the company tomorrow. I don't have time to eat, drink and have fun with you guys."

"You should all find a job as soon as possible. Don't be idle all day long. People will think we are idlers."

Jia Jingyu came in from outside, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and video chatted with his friends.

"Wow, Jia Jingyu, you are not a rich young master, are you? Are the walls of your house so high-end?"

When his friends saw the background of his home through the video, they all showed expressions of shock and doubt.

At this time, Zhou Ma passed by holding a cardboard box and called him respectfully, "Young Master."

The person on the other end of the video went wild: "He really is a rich young master?"

Glancing at the scroll in the cardboard box, Jia Jingyu immediately said to his friend on the other end of the video: "No more talk, I'm hanging up."

After ending the call, he stood up and said, "Auntie Zhou, wait a moment."

Zhou Ma stopped and turned around: "What's wrong, Master?"

Jia Jingyu asked: "These scrolls looked good, how come they were lost? Who doesn't want them?"

Aunt Zhou said, "I saw all of them on the floor of the eldest daughter's room. I thought the eldest daughter didn't want them, so I cleaned them out. The eldest daughter has always been very clean and never leaves her things on the floor. Today is the day to clean the room, so I guess the eldest daughter threw the things she didn't want on the floor and asked me to clean them out."

"Give it to me, I'll take care of it. It would be a shame to throw away such a good painting. I'll see if I can reuse it."

Mother Zhou handed the carton to Jia Jingyu without hesitation.

She knew that in this family, the eldest daughter was very fond of cleanliness.

But the young master is a very frugal person.

It always gave her a feeling that she had suffered before.

If you don’t know, you might think he is a young man from a poor family.

Mother Zhou watched Jia Jingyu grow up. Usually, she would not throw away the scraps that could be sold at home, but would give them to servants in need.

Also, I rarely buy expensive things.

When the towels were worn out, he would not let the maid replace them with new ones, saying that as long as they were not torn, he would not replace them.

Things that should be thrown away are reused or recycled.

The young master's frugality comes from his wife. Both mother and son are famous for being frugal in this family, but they are not stingy to others.

On the other hand, the eldest daughter has many similarities with her husband. They both like to tinker with electrical devices at home and are very focused when they are busy with one thing.

Moreover, both father and daughter love watching science fiction movies.

Another thing is that they all love cleanliness and want things to be placed neatly and orderly.

It is in stark contrast to the lady, the young master and their mother.

The lady and the young master are very casual in their daily lives, as if having enough food and clothing is enough. They are very Buddhist and do not strive for perfection in everything.

"Mother Zhou?"

Hearing the sound, Zhou Ma suddenly came back to her senses and found that she had unconsciously recalled many of the Jia family's past habits.

"It's alright, young master. You can deal with these things. I'll continue cleaning the young lady's room."

After Zhou Ma left, Jia Jingyu sat back on the sofa and put the cardboard box on the ground.

Thinking that the piece of white paper was trash, he took a look at it, couldn't understand the pattern on it, and casually placed the piece of white paper in the box on the coffee table.

Then he pulled out a bundle of scrolls and untied the ropes.

While muttering to himself, "Could it be that my sister bought some worthless ancient painting from somewhere?"

When the scroll was opened one-third and a face of an ancient figure appeared, Jia Jingyu exclaimed in amazement, "Who painted this? The ancient figure is so amazing."

After the scroll was fully opened, Jia Jingyu saw Qi Tianlin's portrait clearly.

Dressed in white.

His figure is as slender as the bamboos in the lush forest.

His long hair was as black as ink and hung down his back, while his long, fine dragon whiskers were slightly curled and hung down in front of his chest.

His facial features include sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips that are just the right thinness.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a faint smile on his face.

The ancient man in the painting is dressed in simple and elegant clothes, but his dignity and respect are evident without being obvious.

Jia Jingyu was so stunned by the beauty of the man in the painting that his scalp went numb. "What a handsome man! The painting is so beautiful. If this were a real person, wouldn't he be so handsome?"

Then he tilted his head and thought: "Did my sister draw it? She has been out every day recently and doesn't seem to have time, so she must have bought it from the store."

Then Jia Jingyu shook his head and sighed at the painting, "What a waste of talent! It would be a shame to throw away such a beautiful painting."

"Look at these two scrolls. They look like they are made of real jade. And this paper feels different from ordinary paper. They must be very expensive."

"Even if it can't be sold for 18 million, a few hundred dollars is still money."

"A few hundred yuan is enough for my living expenses for a month."

While complaining, Jia Jingyu rolled up the painting and tied it up again.

Then he pulled out another portrait and opened it.

This time, the portrait was painted in the freehand style. After Jia Jingyu finished reading it, he seemed a little dissatisfied with the rough appearance of the painting: "Uh..."

He could see that these were two different ways of painting.

The handsome man in the first painting seemed to have been beautified. At first glance, he was very artistic and eye-catching, as if the man in the painting was a banished immortal.

The rough man in the second painting looks just like the one taken with the original camera, with all his flaws magnified, but he is down-to-earth.

However, Jia Jingyu did not continue to draw other portraits. He picked up the cardboard box and went back to his room upstairs.

Not long after he went upstairs, Jia's father came out of the study with a cup of water in his hand.

I poured a glass of warm water and sat down on the sofa.

After drinking two sips of water, he put the cup on the coffee table.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a piece of white paper on the coffee table.

He took the paper in his hand, took a look at the pattern on it, and couldn't help but curl his lips lovingly: "Is my wife too bored? She even drew a recorder."