Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

As soon as Liang Wan opened the door, she was bombarded with a beauty filter while holding her medical record.

God knows how many handsome guys have flocked to this ward ever since the patient moved in!

When she wasn't busy, she would occasionally sneak peeks at him with the other nurses in the corridor. They even made a ranking list of their looks, and Mr. Qin, who was sitting on a stool opening the door for her, was at the top of the list!

He's so handsome it's devastating! He's irresistible to both men and women!!!

With her height of over 1.8 meters and beautiful features, her skin is so smooth and flawless it looks like it's been surgically enhanced. Just looking at her eyes is enough to make you unable to look away!

Liang Wan's heart was pounding in her chest, her cheeks flushed slightly. She turned and entered the ward, taking a deep breath to keep herself calm... She checked on the handsome man lying on the bed as usual.

"Your temperature is the same as it was a few days ago, it's normal now. Today's temperature is 36.7 degrees Celsius, one more injection!"

"The brain CT scan showed nothing wrong, so he doesn't need any medication. He can be discharged after the injection."

Liang Wan professionally drew a conclusion, looking at the handsome man on the hospital bed who had been awake for a long time but was still in a daze, and subconsciously turned to his "family member who was accompanying him" and said.

So the guy's health is fine now...

After listening to Liang Wan's words, Fatty Wang patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, signifying that "the bitter times are over" and that the brothers would finally no longer have to stay in this hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant.

After Liang Wan left, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang began quietly helping Zhang Qilin pack his things. Hei Xiazi glanced at Qin Henian, who was still lying in the chair and not about to move, sighed, and walked to the bedside to reach out his hand.

"Alright, Zhang the Dumb, let's go get discharged!"

In the bustling city center, shops spring up like mushrooms after rain, displaying a dazzling array of goods in various shop windows. From trendy clothing to authentic local snacks, from high-tech products to ancient handicrafts, a beat-up Jinbei minivan screeches to a halt at the intersection with the most clothing stores.

Wu, in the driver's seat, pulled down the handbrake and turned to look at the elderly men in the car with an embarrassed expression.

"This is the most I can afford at my current spending level."

"Tch! Wu Xie, are you some imposter young master that your Wu family adopted from somewhere? How come you're so poor?"

Hei Xiazi pushed up his sunglasses with one hand, and with the other hand holding a cigarette, he stretched it out of the car window, sitting with his back to the window in the back seat with a mocking expression.

"You blind bastard! You have money? Then pay the bill!"

Wu Xie's small face puffed up in anger, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I have no money!"

Hei Xiazi answered confidently, showing no leniency towards Wu Xie.

"If you don't have money, then don't talk, Mr. Blackie. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head!"

"Of course, if you, Blackie, are paying for it, then pretend I never said that!"

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Fatty Wang quickly put on a smiling face to defuse the situation for his innocent little one.

Wang Pangzi wondered why the blind man from the south and his innocent comrade didn't get along.

"Little Qilin's clothes, the blind man's clothes, and your and Fatty Wang's clothes, the four of you dress like... like young masters from decades ago, you all need to change!"

Qin Henian pointed to the coat Wu Xie was wearing; the threads on the cuffs were all knotted, and it was obvious at a glance how new the clothes were. Then he looked at the velvet fabric he was wearing, and not to mention the antique silk he wore next to his skin, even the outer garment looked expensive.

"I'll pay!"

Qin Henian looked at his four children. Raising one or two was the same as raising four, so he might as well raise them all together. Anyway, he had plenty of money, enough to rival a country in wealth. If he wanted to, he could even build another country.

For over two thousand years, from ancient times to the present, the money he has accumulated is not really money; it's just material possessions...

Hangzhou, Wushan Residence.

As the sun sets, outside the mahogany gate, men and women dressed in smart suits and pencil skirts, carrying large and small bags, move in and out towards Wushanju. Trucks and vans line the street, and workers in work clothes carry and hold numerous items, parting the procession towards the back entrance of Wushanju... back and forth...

Wu Xie and his group, standing at the main gate, stared intently at the main group without blinking.

"Heavens...Heavens! Have we somehow managed to latch onto some powerful patron?"

Fatty Wang stared intently at the antiques and jade artifacts held in the hands of each of the shop assistants, his mouth agape and drool dripping uncontrollably.

"Isn't that right!"

Wu Xie nodded emphatically. His Wushan Residence... the former fake shop is now a real shop, the change happened in just one afternoon.

Wu Xie looked at his Wushan Residence, which had undergone a complete transformation, and then looked at Qin Henian with eyes that had changed from friends and brothers to relatives!

Then look at Zhang Qilin, he looks simple and honest, with a blue hoodie covering his head, his clear, confused eyes scanning the group of people moving things back and forth.

Damn! I'm so envious! How can this guy have such a rich brother who's willing to spend money on him?! Waaaaah... wait, his brother... he's still my brother! Waaaaah! He's struck it rich...

The little voice in Wu Xie's mind had been circling his heart several times. Suddenly, Wu Xie seemed to remember something, and when he looked at Zhang Qilin again, his eyes became more serious.

"Brother! Although you can't remember many things, I will definitely help you regain your memories!"

Upon suddenly hearing Wu Xie's voice, Zhang Qilin snapped out of his reverie, his mind racing for a moment before he nodded blankly, looking particularly "cute" with his hoodie on.

“Oh, Wu Xie, this is an old problem for Zhang the mute. If you want to help him find his memories, it will take a lot of time.”

Hei Xiazi glanced tentatively at Wu Xie, wanting to know if the other party genuinely wanted to help his mute family.

"Time is not a problem. There are many important things in life, especially memories. It would be good if we could find them, but it doesn't matter if we can't. My brother is my brother, and my home is his home!"

Wu Xie answered Hei Xiazi's question with a serious expression, his words revealing his determination.

Hei Xiazi smiled without saying a word, glanced at Zhang Qilin, and felt a little envious deep down.

On the other side, Qin Henian walked back and forth countless times. Ever since he started paying for the purchases, he had switched to shopping malls. After picking and choosing and bringing back the things he bought, Qin Henian realized that Wu Xie's Wu Shan Ju was a bit small. There wasn't enough room for many things. He could only personally direct the operation and think about buying the property next to Wu Shan Ju to expand the storefront and add a few more rooms to live in.

The renovation team...the design...emm...so troublesome!!!

He pulled a smartphone out of his jeans, unlocked it, and swiped through the phonebook...

"Dudududu..."