Young Master Chu’s Guide to Spoiling his Wife

"Does this girl have to use this painting?" Shen Qianyun asked with a frown.

"She has a special liking for this painting and says it is right or wrong." Gu Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly. "Grandma, you should go back and rest soon. We will figure out how to do this."

Shen Qianyun nodded, got up and walked out of the room. Standing outside Gu Xiaoxiao's room, she sighed leisurely.

The next day, Gu Xiaoxiao went to work early in the morning, Shen Qianyun cleaned up the kitchen and went to the study.

Chu Xiaoxi was on the phone, and she was fluent in French, which made Shen Qianyun completely unable to understand what she was talking about.

"Grandma, are you looking for something to do with me?" Chu Xiaoxi removed the phone from his mouth and asked quietly when Shen Qianyun was standing at the door.

"Well, you'll be busy first, and we'll talk after you finish."

Shen Qianyun walked to the sofa and sat down. When Chu Xiaoxi hung up and came to her, she spoke directly and asked, "Girl, have you found the author of that painting?"

"Not yet." Chu Xiaoxi's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and she was a little irritable. "I checked it. The painting is an old one decades ago. It is extremely difficult to find someone who painted it."

"Hey, you girl, why did you just like it."

Shen Qianyun's words made Chu Xiaoxi feel that something was wrong, she looked at Shen Qianyun suspiciously, waiting for her to finish the rest of the words.

"I didn't want to mention it, but I feel distressed when you see you in such a hurry." Shen Qianyun looked out the window with some misty eyes, and said slowly: "That painting was painted when I was young."

Chu Xiaoxi took a deep breath, what is meant by the crowd looking for him a thousand times, suddenly looking back, the person was in the dimly lit place, and she had seen it firsthand today!

"Grandma, you..." Chu Xiaoxi was stunned, "I never heard Xiao Xiao say that you were a painter before."

"She doesn't even know about this, so how could I tell you. I didn't plan to tell her, so don't talk to her about this." Shen Qianyun patted Chu Xiaoxi's hand and whispered: "Just do whatever you want. Grandma won't disagree."

Shen Qianyun's words made Chu Xiaoxi's heart hanging in the air finally fall to the ground. She breathed a long sigh of relief, she felt an urge to cry.

"Grandma, is the person in this painting Xiaoxiao?"

"No, it's my daughter." Shen Qianyun's eyes sank, "Unfortunately, she has passed away."

"Sorry grandma, I..."

"There is nothing I'm sorry, it has happened many years ago." Shen Qianyun smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry about this matter anymore. Go ahead and go out to watch TV, grandma."

Shen Qianyun walked out of the room, and Chu Xiaoxi sat on the sofa for a long time, contemplating.

She checked the origin of this painting, and according to people familiar with the matter, this painting was bought at a high price at a painting exhibition many years ago. As for the author of the painting, he was also a small well-known painter back then. He became famous very early, but unfortunately, the news gradually disappeared.

Anyway, things finally made progress. Chu Xiaoxi took out the phone and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said to the other side: "I have obtained the authorization, and everything is going as planned."

Cheers reached Chu Xiaoxi's ears from the phone receiver, and she hung up the phone. She leaned on the sofa and muttered to herself: "Gu Xiaoxiao, you girl is really my lucky star..."

At the Fengyang Group Building, Gu Xiaoxiao's white fingers were tapping quickly on the keyboard, and suddenly he received a message from Chu Xiaoxi.

"The author of the painting has been found, so don't worry."

Seeing the news, Gu Xiaoxiao was also relieved. Finally, there is no need to look at Chu Xiaoxi's madness.