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At dawn the next day, the priceless art treasure was quietly placed in Ye Wanqing's apartment.

Ye Wanqing stood before the painting, her gaze glued to it, as if she wanted to penetrate the canvas, to explore the secrets hidden behind the colors and lines. Time slipped by quietly, two minutes seemed like an eternity. Finally, she sighed softly, her fingertips lightly touched the screen of her phone, and dialed the familiar number.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yubo seemed to be immersed in the afterglow of a dream, his voice carrying the haziness of the morning and a hint of subtle weariness:

"Hey?"

"It's me, Ye Wanqing." Her voice was gentle and clear.

"Mr. Ye, good morning."

Jiang Yubo's voice instantly became clear and powerful. He quickly sat up from the bed, pressed his fingers lightly, and the curtains slowly opened. The morning light poured in, covering his room with a layer of golden glow.

Ye Wanqing gently shook the cup in her hand, and the warm water in the cup rippled slightly:

"I'm sorry to disturb your sweet dreams so early. However, your painting has arrived safely. If it's convenient for you, I hope you can come and pick it up as soon as possible."

"Of course, Mr. Ye, I'll arrange it immediately."

Jiang Yubo's answer was concise and straightforward.

Ye Wanqing put down the water cup, a smile on her lips: "In that case, I won't bother you any more. I hope today's sunshine can also bring you a good mood."

After saying that, she gently pressed the hang-up button to end the call.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Wanqing's eyes fell on the painting again. This time, she seemed to find some resonance in the painting. The beauty not only touched her vision, but also touched the softness deep in her heart.

It was not until the alarm clock on the table rang, reminding her that a new day had begun, that she reluctantly turned her eyes away.

Jiang Yubo's arrival was faster than expected. Ye Wanqing's call in the morning seemed like a curse. At three o'clock in the afternoon, he was already standing in front of her door.

He was wearing a simple yet stylish casual outfit, with his baseball cap pulled down slightly, revealing only a pair of deep and familiar eyes that sparkled with tenderness.

The moment Ye Wanqing opened the door, their eyes met in the air.

"come in."

Ye Wanqing's voice was gentle. She let go of the door handle and stepped aside to let Jiang Yubo enter the room.

This was the third time Jiang Yubo had stepped into Ye Wanqing's world. The roses in the courtyard bloomed even more brilliantly in the sunshine. Each one was like a carefully crafted work of art, emitting a charming fragrance, adding a bit of romance and vitality to this small world.

He followed behind Ye Wanqing, his eyes inadvertently passing over her light figure, and an indescribable warmth surged in his heart. The house was decorated warmly and elegantly, and every detail revealed the owner's taste and thoughtfulness.

The painting lay quietly in the storage room on the second floor, carefully wrapped in soft cloth.

Ye Wanqing had checked it carefully in the morning, and after confirming that it was correct, she carefully placed it here so that Jiang Yubo could come and pick it up at any time.

Although he did not tell the specific time in advance, Ye Wanqing had already made preparations.

She turned and walked towards the kitchen, poured a glass of refreshing lemonade for Jiang Yubo, and handed it to him:

"Please sit down for a moment. I'll take the painting down."

After saying this, she turned lightly and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor, each step appearing so graceful and calm. Jiang Yubo took the lemonade, took a sip, and followed her back with his eyes.

Her steps were light, and her skirt swayed slightly with every move, like petals dancing in the morning breeze, adding a bit of agility to this quiet space.

Inside the house, the fresh scent of lemon and the occasional breeze blowing in from the window intertwine, creating an indescribable comfortable atmosphere.

Jiang Yubo held the glass and tapped it lightly with his fingers on the cold glass, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.

He leaned on the sofa, a leisurely look in his eyes, and watched Ye Wanqing walk gracefully up the stairs, her figure gradually disappearing from his sight.

Soon, Ye Wanqing reappeared at the stairs, holding an exquisite protective box in her hand, in which lay the precious painting and its authentication certificate.

"All the documents are in there, you can check them anytime." Her voice was soft.

"No need, Mr. Ye, I trust you completely." Jiang Yubo smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on Ye Wanqing again.

"Thank you so much for this matter, Mr. Ye. If possible, I hope to have the opportunity to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."

His tone was sincere and genuine.

Ye Wanqing smiled slightly and poured herself a cup of scented tea. The aroma of tea rose up and intertwined with the scent of lemon, creating a more warm atmosphere.

"It's just a small favor, you don't have to take it too seriously." She took a sip of tea, her eyes filled with indifference and composure.

Jiang Yubo's laughter echoed softly in the room. His laughter was warm and contagious, causing Ye Wanqing to look up at him.

"Ms. Ye, you are really beautiful."

Jiang Yubo's voice was low and gentle, his eyes were clear and warm.

Ye Wanqing was slightly startled. She raised her hand and touched her cheek lightly, as if to confirm whether she was really as beautiful as he said.

"Thank you." She took another sip of tea.

Jiang Yubo said nothing more, just nodded gently, then stood up and said goodbye to Ye Wanqing. Ye Wanqing responded softly and stood up as well, and the two walked towards the door together.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was a week later. The Jiang family in Rongcheng held a grand birthday banquet to celebrate Mr. Jiang’s 80th birthday.

Xu Xiuwei, a lifelong friend of the Jiang family, stepped into the Jiang family's door carrying a gift carefully selected by Jiang Yubo - a precious painting.

The Jiang and Xu families have been good friends for generations, and Xu Xiuwei and Jiang Yubo are as close as brothers. Old man Jiang also loves Xu Xiuwei very much and treats him as his own son.

Seeing Xu Xiuwei's arrival, Mr. Jiang smiled, his tone filled with a mixture of blame and pampering:

"It's good that you're here. Why bring a gift? Xiao Xu, you're always so polite!"

When Xu Xiuwei heard this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he secretly thought about how to start the conversation.

Recalling Jiang Yubo's special instructions, he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say:

"Grandpa Jiang, this gift wasn't actually made by me. Jiang Yubo chose it specifically for you and asked me to pass it on."

When the three words "Jiang Yubo" were mentioned, Mr. Jiang's face couldn't help but darken, as if he had unspeakable emotions in his heart.

However, Xu Xiuwei did not back down. He continued, "Grandpa Jiang, this painting was carefully selected for you by Jiang Yubo. I hope you like it."

As he spoke, he slowly opened the box in his hand, and an exquisite landscape painting came into view.

Mr. Jiang has always loved calligraphy and painting. When he saw this painting, his displeasure instantly disappeared, replaced by a sense of relief and satisfaction:

"Humph, he still has some filial piety!"

After saying this, Mr. Jiang told his servants to carefully accept the painting, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Xu Xiuwei felt relieved. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said the last words Jiang Yubo had given him:

"Grandpa Jiang, Uncle Jiang Yu also asked me to tell you that this painting was taken with the help of Ms. Ye Wanqing."

Ye Wanqing? This name was not unfamiliar to Mr. Jiang, especially the recent scandal about Jiang Yubo and Ye Wanqing, which made him feel unhappy.

However, when he heard this name connected with this painting, Mr. Jiang was also very confused.

After Xu Xiuwei finished speaking, he hurriedly said goodbye, leaving Mr. Jiang alone.

However, the guests at the banquet were full of great interest and curiosity about the few words revealed by Xu Xiuwei.

Could it be... that there really was such a relationship between Jiang Yubo and Ye Wanqing?

It doesn't seem to matter what the truth is, rumors are always like wild horses that are difficult to tame.

These half-true and half-false news spread quickly among the guests' mouths and eventually turned into solid facts that seemed as if they had seen and heard them with their own eyes and ears.

Especially the story of the painting has become a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

The subtle "battle" between Ye Wanqing, Lin Xuan and Xu Xinyi that night was vividly portrayed with exaggeration, as if it were a carefully choreographed drama.

Now, this painting has fallen into the hands of Mr. Jiang, and those who are familiar with Jiang Yubo find it difficult to regard this matter as nonsense.

The news about the painting spread quickly to Lin Xuan's ears, as if it had wings, and even Mrs. Lin heard about it.

Seeing this, the housekeeper was secretly worried, fearing that Mrs. Lin would be displeased. However, seeing that Mrs. Lin looked normal and showed no signs of abnormality, the housekeeper had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being.

However, Lin Xuan's mood was completely different from Mrs. Lin's.

Thinking back to that night, if he had insisted on having the painting, Ye Wanqing would definitely not have been able to get it.

However, out of inexplicable pity and reluctance, he even made Xu Xinyi give up the fight, and eventually the painting fell into Ye Wanqing's hands.

He originally thought that the painting was Ye Wanqing's favorite and something she treasured.

Now, the painting has passed into the hands of Mr. Jiang, and it is obviously a birthday gift carefully selected by Jiang Yubo. And the reason why Ye Wanqing participated in the auction that night was actually for Jiang Yubo.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel an indescribable anger in his heart. This anger was like a wildfire, quickly devouring his reason.

When people are angry, they often behave in ways that are completely different from their usual behavior.

Zhao Yu glanced at Lin Xuan's face, which was as gloomy as ink, and saw him striding out of the office. He was startled and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He knew Lin Xuan's temper very well. At this moment, Lin Xuan was like a volcano about to erupt. Anyone getting close to him might cause unpredictable consequences.

So, Zhao Yu wisely chose to retreat, leaving Lin Xuan alone to digest the unspeakable anger.

Lin Xuan had never experienced such deep anger in all these years. The raging fire in his chest almost devoured him, and his reason seemed so fragile in the face of this anger.

He drove quickly with only one destination - Ye Wanqing's villa.

The black gate looked particularly solemn in the sunset. Ye Wanqing was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and concentrating on watering every blooming flower in the garden.

Her figure looked particularly soft in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if she was isolated from the world and immersed in her own little world.

Lin Xuan sneered. He pushed the door and got out of the car with heavy steps, each step seeming to vent his inner emotions.

The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking the tranquility in the garden. Ye Wanqing subconsciously looked up, her eyes penetrating the flowers and falling on the familiar figure at the door.

When she saw clearly that the person coming was Lin Xuan, a trace of surprise flashed across Ye Wanqing's face. The kettle in her hand trembled slightly with surprise and she almost dropped it.

She quickly adjusted her mood, carrying a kettle, and walked lightly towards the door. Lin Xuan outside the door was wearing a neat suit, which was very different from his usual gentle image, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions.

"Why are you here?" Ye Wanqing's voice was filled with confusion and surprise.