Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

He hung up the phone and walked out of the office.

When the secretarial office outside saw her come out, everyone looked over at her.

They all took a deep breath in an instant.

She really is a fairy! As pretty as frost and snow, no wonder Xiao Ling always breaks his vow!

Ai Fei was also surprised when she looked at the room full of male secretaries.

For a moment, she was a little suspicious whether Mr. Ling liked men!

But then she thought of the passionate look on the man's face when he loved her at night, and quickly rejected the idea.

Special Assistant Fang followed Ling Ye to the meeting.

A handsome chief secretary quickly stood up and asked politely, "Do you have any instructions, young lady?"

Ai Fei said, "No instructions. I have something to do and I'll leave first. I'll let you know about Mr. Xiao Ling later."

"Okay, okay!"

The handsome secretary quickly agreed and personally escorted Ai Fei out.

Ai Fei took the president's special elevator downstairs and left Ling's headquarters.

Master Jiang Mian's private paintings were displayed in a niche art gallery, a bit far from Ling's headquarters. Ai Fei was afraid of being late due to traffic jams, so she took two subways to get there.

Master Jiang took out the Meishan painting. There was a constant stream of people coming to see the exhibition these days, and Old Mrs. Qiao was considered late.

Master Jiang knew that Ai Fei wanted to see Old Madam Qiao, so he came over in person.

Seeing Ai Fei, his old face tightened and he said, "Why did it take so long? If you don't come soon, Old Lady Qiao will be gone!"

Ai Fei said, "This place is too remote. I took two subways to get here. Where is the person?"

Master Jiang said, "It's in the lounge next door. I'll take you there."

Ai Fei frowned: "Isn't this too abrupt?"

Master Jiang said, "Don't be rude, just say you are my last disciple."

Ai Fei thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, but I have a new identity now. I'm the little princess that the Ji family found and brought back from exile. My name is Ji Fei. Don't make any mistake."

Master Jiang was depressed: "Why do you have so many identities? King, Pantyhose, Black Whirlwind, Ghost Gate, White Gate, Black Gate, you are deliberately tormenting me, an old man, right?"

Ai Fei said: "You are a shrewd old man, this little thing won't bother you."

Master Jiang snorted coldly: "Let's go, little princess of the Ji family!"

Ai Fei smiled, stood up and walked out with him.

Old Mrs. Qiao was tired from visiting the exhibition and was drinking tea in the lounge.

Following beside her was her second grandson, the second son of the Qiao family, Qiao Qi.

Qiao Qi is a big star who has dabbled in singing and acting. He is considered another national male god on par with Jiang Ye.

He was dressed very handsomely in a riveted denim suit and a baseball cap.

He was squatting in front of Old Mrs. Qiao, holding her hand and talking to her, making her giggle.

Master Jiang walked in and asked politely, "What do you think, Mrs. Qiao? Is there anything you like?"

Old Lady Qiao raised her eyes and smiled, "Master Jiang's painting skills have become increasingly refined. I'm so enamoured with it that I can't bear to part with it. I wonder if Master Jiang would be willing to part with it?"

Master Jiang asked, "Which painting did Mrs. Qiao like?"

Old Lady Qiao said, "I, Old Lady, have taken a fancy to the Meishan Painting. Master Jiang, would you be willing to part with it?"

Master Jiang laughed, "Mrs. Qiao is such a jokester. I've only painted Meishan once in my life, and I only have one painting of Meishan. I absolutely cannot sell it."

Old Mrs. Qiao smiled and said, "I know you're not willing to part with it. If you're willing to put it on display and let an old woman like me enjoy the sight, I'm already very satisfied!"

Master Jiang said modestly, "I am very honored that Old Lady Qiao likes this painting. You can choose any other painting you want. Just consider it as a small token of my appreciation to Old Lady Qiao."