I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 343 Sculptures by Jean-Antoine Udon
When the clock struck twelve, Xia Qingdai had already fallen asleep, and the wool blanket slipped from her hands to the ground.

Owen heard her even breathing and looked up at her for three seconds. After making sure that she was really asleep, he stood up and walked to her side, picked up the wool blanket on the ground, and covered her with it again.

The study was covered with wooden floors, and every day a maid would mop the floor carefully with a rag, so even if the wool blanket fell on the floor, it would not get dirty.

After covering Xia Qingdai with a blanket, Owen sat back in the chair behind the desk. Instead of continuing to deal with his affairs, he tilted his head and looked at Xia Qingdai thoughtfully.

He couldn't read a single word of the information on the desk. All he could see and thought about was Xia Qingdai.

How he wished he could muster up the courage to pour out his heart to the goddess. Even though he knew they were far apart, he still wanted to let the goddess know his feelings.

But no matter how many romantic scripts he had in his mind, the fact was that he just didn't dare to move at all except staring blankly.

In a world with clear hierarchy, being in a high position has countless benefits. If the master does not ring the bell, servants will hardly come to disturb him.

It's noon now, and no one would choose this time to report on work.

In other words, Irving had plenty of time to be in a daze.

He just sat on the chair, with his hands crossed on his chest, quietly looking at the sleeping Xia Qingdai.

This was not the first time he had seen Xia Qingdai sleeping. On the night of the first snow in the attic, she also fell asleep in front of him in such a relaxed manner.

Although she could be an omnipotent god when awake, when she fell asleep, she was no different from an ordinary girl - oh, no, the word ordinary cannot be used to describe her.

She was like an angel fallen to earth, landing right at the top of his heart.

When you arrive at an almost emptied castle with nothing, there are no living creatures except a group of hungry servants waiting for your salary, and there is not even a mouse in the cellar.

In this situation, if a goddess descends from the sky and feeds you giant lettuces, huge beef and fish fillets, and piles of flour as delicate and white as small hills, how could you not be moved?

No one can resist the omnipotent goddess. Moreover, this goddess is so beautiful and more sacred than all the goddesses in ancient Greek mythology. Who can resist her?
At this moment, Owen couldn't help but have the thought of blaspheming her, but his actions were not even the slightest bit beyond the rules.

Just thinking recklessly made him feel guilty.

While feeling guilty, I continued to think.

Beautiful things are right in front of us, and anyone who doesn't want them is a fool.

He could release all the distracting thoughts in his mind, which made him feel guilty and happy.

Three hours of sleep was a must for Xia Qingdai. Even with burning eyes staring at her, she could still sleep soundly.

Because of this look, he was considered one of her own in her heart.

Three hours later, Xia Qingdai woke up on time.

Owen had already looked away and was bending over his desk, pretending to be busy.

"What time is it now? Owen." Xia Qingdai stretched and yawned and asked.

Owen took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then replied, "It's 3 pm, it's not dark yet."

Xia Qingdai rocked the armchair and said unsteadily, "It's already 3 o'clock so soon. I just took a nap."

"Time really flies by quickly." Owen agreed. He wished that time would freeze at this moment forever. Xia Qingdai got up from the rocking chair, walked to Owen's desk, looked at what he was writing, and asked curiously, "Are you writing a letter?"

Owen nodded. "I'm writing to my uncle in London. He has opened a law firm as you requested. Would you like to see the letter he wrote me the other day?"

"Is it convenient?" Xia Qingdai asked, "This is your letter home, I don't think it's very good."

"Convenient." Owen smiled and took out a letter from the drawer of the desk. "There is no inconvenience at all."

Since he said so, Xia Qingdai took the letter and read it without hesitation.

In addition to reporting on the work of the law firm during this period in the letter, Lawyer Henry also talked about the situation in the London villa.

Since Owen and Xia Qingdai were not in London, the Henry family naturally became their most loyal butlers.

Xia Qingdai quickly finished reading the letter and didn't find anything particularly interesting, so she returned the letter to Owen without much interest and said, "It seems that nothing interesting happened in London!"

"That's still available." Owen took out a folder of newspapers from the desk behind him. "If you want to read about bizarre things, you'll find them here. Reality is even more absurd than books."

Xia Qingdai was not very interested in the English newspaper. She just flipped through it and returned it to Owen.

At this moment, there was a knock on the study door.

"Come in," Owen said.

The door was not closed, and knocking was just to alert the person inside.

The people who walked in were Owen's personal valet and a gentleman who seemed relatively unfamiliar to Xia Qingdai.

Of course, everyone looked strange to her. After all, in her eyes, most foreigners looked the same.

At first, Xia Qingdai didn't care, but when she heard the man say that he had a sculpture by contemporary sculptor Jean-Antoine Udon, she immediately became interested.

This is another miniature sculpture delivered to her door! She couldn't help but cheer up.

Xia Qingdai made a fortune from selling Mozart's songs last time. Unfortunately, Mozart did not continue to write songs for Xia Qingdai, so she has not been able to make any more big money.

Even the Lolita skirts are not selling as well as they did in the beginning.

So there was always a gap in money to buy a big house.

But now another sculpture has appeared, and it was carved by Jean-Antoine Udon, one of the most awesome sculptors of the 18th century. Just thinking about it makes me happy!

Although Xia Qingdai also had a more impressive Leonardo da Vinci sculpture, this one was too rare. No matter how much money the other party spent on it, she felt she was losing money, so she kept it.

But she would not be reluctant to sell Jean-Antoine Udon’s sculptures—not because his works are bad, but because he is still alive!
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the works of living artists are not as valuable as those of dead artists. Xia Qingdai would not easily sell Leonardo da Vinci's works, but neither would Jean.

Anyway, she can buy again after selling it. She is also thinking about cooperating more with the other party in the future!

She had originally planned to wait until Christmas, when the ocean-going fleet would bring back the precious huanghuali wood, and then contact the other party.

But she didn't expect that someone would bring the treasure to her in advance.

No matter what the other party wanted, Xia Qingdai decided to agree to him!