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Shen family.

After returning, Shen Qingci did not change her shoes, but walked straight through the corridor and pushed open the door to her father Shen Wencong's study.

Shen Wencong was sitting behind his desk, flipping through an ancient book by the light of a desk lamp.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw his daughter walking in with a serious expression. He raised an eyebrow slightly, put down the book he was holding, and asked, "What's wrong? Did the art exhibition not go well?"

Shen Qingci sat down opposite him, clasped her hands on her knees, looked directly into her father's eyes, and spoke with unprecedented seriousness.

"I met Master Weiming."

"His name is Su Hao, and he's Ye Qingcheng's junior brother. He recognized the jade pendant and asked me about Ye Qingcheng's whereabouts."

Shen Wencong remained silent for a moment, and the air in the study seemed to freeze.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to his daughter, and after a long while spoke: "Qingci, there's something I've never told you."

An ominous premonition welled up in Shen Qingci's heart, and her palms clenched unconsciously.

"What is it?"

"When you were a child, you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. I took you to major hospitals all over the country, but all the doctors shook their heads and said they were powerless to help."

"It was the fairy Ye Qingcheng who descended from the heavens, using a pill to keep you alive and then using her true energy to regulate your meridians, which is why you've lived to this day." Shen Wencong's voice was low and slow, carrying the weight of time.

"But she said back then that all she could do was delay it; the only one who could truly cure you was her junior brother."

"To completely cure you, you need someone with the body of a true dragon to neutralize the Yin coldness in your body with pure Yang dragon energy." Shen Wencong turned around, a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"That person is her junior brother, Su Hao."

Shen Qingci's heart suddenly raced, as if a drum was pounding in her chest: "So that jade pendant..."

Shen Wencong walked back to his desk, took out a roll of yellowed silk from the drawer, and carefully unfolded it.

A contract was written in neat small regular script on the silk, the handwriting elegant yet powerful, exuding an otherworldly air.

"Dragon Girl Contract!"

"The fairy Ye Qingcheng made this contract for you back then."

Shen Wencong pushed the silk cloth in front of his daughter: "If you are willing, you will become Su Hao's dragon maid and serve him. He will then use the warmth of the true dragon to nourish your meridians and prolong your life."

"Dragon Maid?" Shen Qingci almost jumped up from her chair, her cheeks instantly turning red.

"A maid? Isn't that... isn't that a servant? I'm the daughter of the Shen family! A genius painter! How could I possibly become someone's maid?"

Seeing her agitated state, Shen Wencong sighed, his eyes filled with affection and helplessness: "Qingci, don't be anxious, let me finish."

He stood up, walked to the window again, looked at the night outside, and said in a low and distant voice: "How do you think you survived? You were terminally ill, and I held you and knelt in the hospital corridor crying. That was the most desperate moment of my life."

"It was Fairy Ye Qingcheng who appeared and said that this child has a karmic connection with me, and I can't ignore it."

"She left this contract to give you a way to live, a chance to survive, do you understand?"

Shen Qingci remained silent.

She looked down at the dense writing on the rolled-up silk, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

"And..." Shen Wencong turned around, a rare hint of mischief in his eyes.

"To be honest, given your current status and circumstances, being able to become Master Weiming's dragon maid is actually a great honor for you."

"Dad!" Shen Qingci glared at him with displeasure, her cheeks flushing even more.

"I'm telling the truth." Shen Wencong shrugged, a rare smile appearing on his face.

"Who is Master Weiming? He's the foremost contemporary Chinese painter, with one of his paintings worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He's only in his early twenties, yet he's already reached heights that most people can't achieve in a lifetime. It's not shameful for you to be his maid."

Shen Qingci was so angry that she couldn't speak.

But she also knew in her heart that what her father said made sense.

"Let me think about this some more."

After saying that, Shen Qingci stood up, turned around and walked out of the study.

Their steps were a bit more hurried than when they came, as if they were fleeing something.

Shen Wencong watched his daughter's figure disappear outside the door and sighed softly.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number: "Hey? It's me. Get ready, we might have a distinguished guest visiting in the next few days. Yes, it's that unknown master. Treat him well, don't neglect him."

After hanging up the phone, he looked out the window at the sky and muttered to himself.

"Fairy Ye, I have been waiting for your junior brother to come down the mountain."

"Now he's finally here... I hope everything goes as you wish."

......

The journey home.

Song Xiaoxiao kept repeating, "You were so cool just now! Those few strokes left everyone speechless! You didn't see Shen Qingci's expression; it was like he'd been struck by lightning!"

Su Hao's face remained expressionless, as if the matter was insignificant.

"However..." Song Xiaoxiao changed the subject, blinking her eyes curiously.

"You never told me you were the Unknown Master! How did you develop such painting skills? Why have I never heard you mention it?"

"You didn't ask," Su Hao replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm asking now! Tell me quickly!" Song Xiaoxiao tugged at his sleeve, determined not to give up until she got what she wanted, practically hanging on his arm.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm driving!"

Su Hao pushed Song Xiaoxiao away, thought for a moment, and said casually, "Actually, there's nothing special about it. It's just that I was bored on the mountain when I was a child, so my three masters taught me some things to cultivate my character. My eldest master taught me martial arts, my second master taught me medicine, and my third master taught me formations. When it came to learning to paint, no one taught me, so I just figured it out on my own."

"You think you can become an unknown master just by figuring things out on your own?" Song Xiaoxiao clearly didn't believe it and pursed her lips.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"It's probably because the scenery on the mountain is so beautiful. Being surrounded by mountains, water, clouds, and mist every day, I've become quite skilled at painting." Su Hao paused, then added.

"However, I didn't start learning to paint to cultivate my character."

"Why is that?"

"To catch peacocks to eat."

Song Xiaoxiao froze, her steps faltering: "Huh?"

"There was a wild peacock on the mountain with exceptionally beautiful feathers, but it was also incredibly cunning, and we could never catch it." Su Hao recalled the past, a slight smile unconsciously curving his lips.

"Later, I came up with a plan. I painted a picture of a peacock and hung it in the yard, hoping to lure it over. As a result, that silly peacock actually fell for it and came over to compete with the peacock in the painting. I caught it, roasted it, and ate it."

Song Xiaoxiao was stunned, her mouth agape in an "O" shape: "So, the 'Peacock Flies Southeast' painting you drew when you were eight years old was actually for catching peacocks?"

"yes."

"And then that painting was later auctioned off for a hundred million dollars?"

"Um."

Song Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, then exclaimed sincerely, "Are all the people in you mountains this unconventional?"

"It's alright," Su Hao thought for a moment and then added.

"I even chopped up my third master's guqin to use as firewood because she wouldn't let me roast sweet potatoes."

Song Xiaoxiao no longer knew what expression to use when facing this person.

She took a deep breath, looked at Su Hao seriously, and her eyes flashed with a certain determination: "Next time you go up the mountain to catch peacocks to roast and eat, remember to call me."

"..."

Su Hao gave her a speechless look: "Isn't your focus a little off-topic?"

"Food is the most important thing for people!" Song Xiaoxiao said confidently, hands on her hips.

"Trading a painting for 100 million for a roasted peacock sounds like a great deal!"

The two chatted and laughed as they drove back to the villa.

Just as Su Hao was about to have lunch, his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone: "Hey? Honey, what's up?"

On the other end, came Li Qiuchan's voice, suppressing her anger.

"Su Hao, I asked you to remind me to pick someone up from the airport at noon, did you remind me?"

Su Hao was stunned for a moment, his brain working rapidly for two seconds before he suddenly remembered.

Last night, Li Qiuchan did indeed tell her to remind her to pick up her best friend Wen Lan at the airport at noon today.

He had completely forgotten about it.

"Um... is it too late to go now?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came the sound of Li Qiuchan taking a deep breath.

He took a long, deep breath, as if he was trying his best to suppress something: "Wen Lan has arrived at the airport. She just called me and said she waited for me for half an hour and was so angry that she wanted to break up with me. You need to drive to the company to pick me up right now, and we'll go together."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there!" Su Hao hung up the phone, turned to look at Song Xiaoxiao, and his expression was a little helpless.

"Your cousin is furious. I have to go to the airport to pick someone up. You'll have to order takeout yourself."

"Who are you picking up?" Song Xiaoxiao asked curiously, her eyes sparkling with gossip.

"Her best friend, Wen Lan, is the one I mentioned last night who came back from abroad."

Song Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she became excited.

"I want to go too."

"Your cousin's in a bad mood right now, are you sure you want to walk into the line of fire?"

After thinking for a moment, Song Xiaoxiao decisively gave up and shrank her neck.

"Then I'll wait for you at home. Good luck."