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The three of them were stunned on the spot.

Butler Zhang was the first to react.

He quickly took a bite, and his expression changed from a "professional smile" to "slightly subtle".

"Hmm, it has a very...home-style flavor."

Old Pang also quickly tasted it, and after finally swallowing it, he pondered for a long time.

"I must say, it's actually quite... robust."

"Pfft, hahaha!" Yun Miao suddenly burst out laughing.

Butler Zhang and Old Pang wanted to laugh too when they saw her smile, but they didn't dare in front of Sheng Yinian, so they had to hold it in.

Unexpectedly, the two locked eyes and immediately lost their composure.

Laughter filled the entire living room in an instant.

After laughing enough, Yunmiao wanted to taste just how awful this goose really was.

If all else fails, she can try again.

Sheng Yinian took the bowl from her hand, handed it to Butler Zhang, and led her upstairs.

Upon reaching the third floor, he passed the master bedroom without stopping.

Continue walking forward until you reach the end of the corridor and stop in front of a tightly closed door.

"Leave the kitchen matters to Uncle Pang."

He gently squeezed her soft, white hand.

"This hand is better suited to holding a paintbrush."

After saying that, he pushed open the door.

Yunmiao peeked inside and was completely stunned.

Inside was a huge art studio.

The entire north-facing wall is made of glass, allowing even, soft natural light to stream in.

There were three or four easels, some tall and some short, standing watercolor easels, oil painting easels, and sketching easels, all neatly leaning against the wall.

The paint cabinet was custom-made, with individual compartments and labels already affixed, categorizing watercolors, acrylics, oil paintings, and traditional Chinese paintings.

The workbench was as wide as a bed, covered with dark-colored dirt-proof felt, and the pen holder held dozens of paintbrushes of various sizes.

Stacks of drawing paper, in various weights and textures, were piled on the shelves against the wall.

There was also a small pool in the corner, with a pen holder and soap next to it.

On the other wall, a whole corkboard is nailed on, which can be used to nail drafts and inspiration photos.

There was a height-adjustable swivel chair under the window, with a thin blanket draped over the back, just like the one in the greenhouse.

"Go in."

Sheng Yinian gently pushed her inside.

He didn't go inside; he closed the studio door from the outside and left.

Yunmiao stood there for a while, then walked to the window.

A short while later, the black Bentley slowly drove out of the courtyard.

She took out her phone and sent a message.

I love everything about this place.

A few seconds later, a message came in.

Are you still leaving?

I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving.

After a while, she remembered something and sent another message.

Can the Kasaya family of three move here?

【cannot. 】

After lunch, Yunmiao called Xia Xixi.

"Don't come looking for me at Yanshu Apartment later."

Why?

"Please come to my Purple Valley Villa to find me."

"What do you mean by 'your purple'... wait... Sheng Yinian gave you the Purple Valley Villa?"

"Yes, sister, you don't have to suffer with me anymore, you can suffer by yourself."

"Yun Sanshui!" a furious roar came from the other end of the phone. "Don't even think about it!"

-

Aunt Xia Xixi and Uncle Xia Xixi celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary in a grand manner.

Almost all of my relatives, friends, business partners, and old classmates were present.

Yunmiao and Xia Xixi sat side by side in an inconspicuous corner.

"Are you nervous?" Xia Xixi asked softly.

"Why would I be nervous?" Yunmiao picked up her water glass. "He's not my uncle-in-law."

"You're holding the cup upside down."

Yunmiao looked down and saw that the cup was indeed upside down; thankfully, it wasn't filled with water.

"What's wrong? Aren't you nervous?"

Instead of answering, Xia Xixi asked, "What time is Sheng Yinian coming to pick you up?"

"Eight o'clock."

"That'll be soon."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the thought of him coming later makes me not nervous at all."

Why?

"Perhaps this is the intimidating power of a big shot."

Yun Miao: "..."

She looked around.

"Where's Jiang Xiao?"

"My aunt specifically sent him away today. By the way, I heard that Sister Binglan went to Singapore again and won't be back for several months?"

"Hmm, it seems like a new project is about to start."

All the guests have arrived.

Aunt Xia Mingshu, dressed in a wine-red cheongsam, gracefully took Uncle Jiang Zhiyuan's arm and stepped into the banquet hall.

Jiang Zhiyuan, dressed in a suit and tie and all smiles, told everyone he met, "These past thirty years with Ming Shu haven't been easy."

Xia Xixi leaned close to Yun Miao's ear.

"My uncle's acting skills are comparable to Wei Jin's."

Yunmiao kicked her under the table.

The emcee on stage invited Xia Mingshu to go up and say a few words.

Xia Mingshu smiled as she went on stage and took the microphone.

Thank you all for coming to our 30th anniversary celebration.

She paused, then looked at Jiang Zhiyuan.

"Thirty years ago, we had nothing. We rented a house, borrowed bicycles, treated a dozen people to a meal, and that was it for our wedding."

"It hasn't been easy getting to where we are today, so Jiang Zhiyuan, I have a gift for you today."

The big screen lit up, and old photos flashed by.

Wedding photos, the office in the early days of starting a business, a baby's one-month celebration, family portraits...

The atmosphere was warm.

Some people applauded, some wiped away tears, and some took photos with their phones.

"It's really rare to see two people still so loving after thirty years."

Jiang Zhiyuan stood below the stage, beaming with pride.

Suddenly, the image on the big screen changed.

It became a bank transfer record and a property transfer certificate.

Each payment was clearly recorded, and the recipient was always the same person: Zhuang Xiaowan.

Jiang Zhiyuan's smile froze.

"Xia Mingshu, what are you doing!"

He let out a low growl and was about to rush onto the stage when a recording started playing.

"Ming Shu was beautiful when she was young, but she's gotten older now. The one I'm seeing is twenty years younger than her, and that makes a real difference..."

Before the recording had even finished playing, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"That's... Zhiyuan's voice!"

"How could this be? Jiang Zhiyuan actually has someone else outside?"

Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly slammed the wine glass in his hand.

"It's fake, it's synthetic!"

His face turned bright red.

"Xia Mingshu, are you crazy? You actually forged something like this?"

His shout stunned everyone.

Looking at this and that, I don't know who to believe.

Jiang Zhiyuan's eyes were red and his voice was trembling.

"Xia Mingshu, we've been together for thirty years, why are you doing this to me?"

Xia Mingshu stood on the stage, not saying a word, just quietly watching him perform.

Several relatives began to whisper among themselves.

"Is there some misunderstanding? Zhiyuan doesn't seem like that kind of person."

"Ming Shu, let's sit down and talk this over. Zhiyuan has always been so good to you; he would never do such a thing!"

Jiang Zhiyuan's expression softened considerably upon hearing everyone's discussion.

"Ming Shu, stop fooling around. I still want to spend the next thirty years with you."

Footsteps sounded at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Xia Mingshu looked up and suddenly smiled.

"Jiang Zhiyuan, why don't you turn around and take a look?"