spring bite mark

Chapter 32 A Double Gift
As dawn broke, the Rolls-Royce came to a stop in front of the villa's gate.

Li Ke got out of the car first, then opened the back door and said gently, "Thank you for your greetings, young master. We've arrived."

Xie Jian jumped out of the car with his schoolbag on his back.

On her innocent little face, her round, bright eyes curiously surveyed the villa: "Uncle Li, is this my great-uncle's new home?"

"Yes. But once the burned areas in Jiangyue Prefecture are repaired, we'll move there again."

Xie Jian said "Oh" and quickly ran into the villa.

Li Ke followed closely behind: "Thank you for your help, young master. Slow down, don't fall."

Xie Yuheng was looking at documents on the sofa.

The moment Xie Jian stepped into the living room, he threw his schoolbag aside and jumped into Xie Yuheng's arms!
Xie Yuheng put down the documents, pulled Xie Jian onto his lap, and gently scolded, "Don't always be so reckless."

"Uncle-in-law," Xie Jian called softly, his eyes sparkling, "what gift did you bring me from the capital this time?"

"I brought a gift, but you need to finish your homework first." Xie Yuheng gestured for Li Ke to pick up his schoolbag from the ground. "Did you bring all your homework?"

"I brought everything." Xie Jian frowned. "I don't know how to do many of them, so I asked my daddy to explain them to me, but he got very impatient."

"It's alright, your great-uncle will tell you." Xie Yuheng gently rubbed his soft head, looking at him with tenderness.

Beside him, Li Ke glanced at the thick stack of unprocessed documents next to the sofa and chose to remain silent.

Xie Jian had already opened his schoolbag, first taking out a pile of homework, then a stack of drawings.

He handed the painting to Xie Yuheng: "I didn't mean to play with fire in my great-uncle's study last time. This is a painting I made to make up for it. I painted it myself."

Xie Yuheng looked at the stack of scribbled drawings that were full of childishness, paused for a moment, and then reached out to take them: "Uncle accepts your apology."

Xie Jian's smile widened, and he planted a kiss on Xie Yuheng's cheek: "Uncle is the best!"

Xie Yuheng sighed helplessly, "Stop being cheeky. No matter how many times you kiss me, I won't excuse your homework. Take it out, let me see where you're weak and give you some extra lessons."

Li Ke poured Xie Jian a cup of warm water in a children's cup. When he went to get some snacks, Xie Jian was already nestled in Xie Yuheng's arms, fidgeting with his homework.

Xie Yuheng patiently explained each question to him, his voice gentle and his patience boundless, a stark contrast to the ruthless and cold-blooded leader he usually was at Xie family meetings.

After lunch, Xie Yuheng played with building blocks with Xie Jian for a while, then pinched the child's cheek: "Your great-uncle has a meeting in half an hour. Li Ke will take you back to Yushui Bay later. I'll pick you up again tomorrow and take you to the amusement park."

Xie Jianmeng nodded!
Li Ke took out the gifts: "Thank you, young master. These were all brought back from the capital by the boss. I'll deliver them to Yushui Bay for you."

Xie Jian glanced at it curiously.

Two large boxes of mechanical building blocks, two pairs of sneakers from a top luxury brand, two top luxury children's watches, and two sets of car keys.

Xie Jian grabbed the car keys with his chubby paws: "What's this?"

Li Ke quickly explained, "Koenigsegg has just released a very cool transforming sports car. Currently, only two of them are available in Beijing, and the boss bought them."

Xie Jian hissed softly, "Uncle, you're much more reliable than my dad!"

Xie Yuheng was silent for two seconds: "Then why don't you move in with your great-uncle? He can take care of you."

Xie Jian blinked: "You can support me even if we don't live together! Uncle, you have my WeChat, just send me your living expenses every month."

Xie Yuheng: "..." He glared at Xie Jian with annoyance and ordered Li Ke: "Send him back."

Half an hour later, Xie Jian returned to Yushui Bay.

Li Ke waited until a group of bodyguards escorted him inside before driving away.

Xie Jian skipped and hopped as he arranged for his bodyguards to carry a pile of gifts up to the second floor, then looked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.

There, a similarly small figure was quietly adding color to the painting.

Unlike Xie Jian's Q-version line drawings, that person's paintings depict continuous mountains and clear skies, exuding a strong traditional Chinese style.

"Brother! My great-uncle gave us so many things, including a cool transforming car! Do you want the bodyguard to take us for a drive tonight?" Xie Jian asked eagerly, a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

After a while.

Another child put away his paintbrush and lazily said, "Okay."

imperial capital.

Looking at the surge in orders in the backend, Jiang Manman somewhat helplessly organized a meeting with her employees.

Have these orders been negotiated with the customers?

“Yes,” Jiang Rong quickly replied. “Most of the orders came from people who watched MG’s live stream. Rather than appreciating our products, it was more like a test. I’ve already filtered out two-thirds of the orders, but even so, the remaining third is still equivalent to the total number of orders for the entire previous year.”

Jiang Manman nodded: "Go and recruit a few more designers and assistants, and also hire a few experienced garment makers. Make sure they have excellent skills and good character, and you can pay them a bit more."

Jiang Rong noted: "The orders have been sorted by delivery date. Madam, from now on, we may have to work overtime every day..."

Jiang Manman hummed in agreement and looked at Shanshan, who seemed hesitant to speak: "Is there something you want to say?"

"It's not really a big deal, just a bit of gossip." Shanshan pointed to the printed order list. "I did a count, and out of the more than 400 orders we received this time, more than 100 were from socialites in the capital. I don't know what's wrong with them, they're placing orders like crazy, completely irrational!"

Ayla pondered for a moment: "I did hear a rumor."

Jiang Manman asked curiously, "Tell me about it."

Ayla scoffed, "I wonder which socialite has some connections who managed to find out from MG that the three-centimeter-long, shoddy stitch in our house was sewn by that rich young master from the Beijing elite circle."

Jiang Manman lowered her head and drank her tea without saying a word.

Ayla laughed as she spoke, "It's obvious that such an absurd thing couldn't possibly be true, but all the socialites believe it. In this order, there was even a customer who specifically asked if they could have that young master embroider a couple of stitches..."

Jiang Manman coughed lightly: "Orders with this kind of request should be cancelled immediately."

"Then we have to return it!" Ayla said matter-of-factly. "Putting everything else aside, our Mu Chan would never do something like deliberately trying to curry favor with the Crown Prince!"

Jiang Rong, thinking of the Crown Prince and his wife's status, which was even more exaggerated than a close friendship, cleared his throat with complicated feelings and silently made tea for Jiang Manman.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing." Shanshan took out an invitation from the drawer. "The traditional Chinese style circles in Hong Kong and Beijing are jointly organizing a large-scale exhibition. It's quite a large-scale event, and the venue is a private estate in Hong Kong. Boss, shall we go?"

Jiang Manman paused for a moment: "When was it?"

"Next Sunday." Shanshan looked at the introduction on the back of the invitation. "There will be a Hanfu exhibition, intangible cultural heritage exhibition, and traditional Chinese painting exhibition. Moreover, this time it will be a major art collision between the traditional Chinese style circles of the capital and the port city. It will definitely be very interesting! We have so many orders right now. Should we go there to find some inspiration?"

(End of this chapter)