The villainous lady who was abandoned has awakened

Chapter 153 A Painting Worth Eight Figures
The gift that Chi Yu put in Gu Qinnian's trunk was originally intended for Gu Shiyan.

But she is being held here now, if she can't come up with a gift, this group of people will definitely gossip behind her back unscrupulously in the future.

Chi Yu is not afraid of being someone else's gossip, what she is worried about is Qiao Yu.

Chi Yu had nothing to do before, so he investigated the Gu family.

Gu Shiyan's ex-wife is Tao Jing. Interestingly, she and Tao Sisi are aunts and nephews.

The old lady asked Tao Sisi how her aunt was doing recently, and it seemed that she was always thinking about her former daughter-in-law.

It's okay for this old thing to miss his old man in private, but he raised his mouth in front of Chi Yu, making it clear that he disgusted her.

If Chi Yu doesn't do anything today and chooses to calm down, what awaits her later will definitely be endless targets.

And Qiao Yu, Chi Yu had to vent his anger on her no matter what.

When Gu Qinnian brought the unremarkable long bag over, Gu Mingrui hissed disapprovingly.

"What kind of thing is this? It's no shame if you can't get a gift. If you dare to fool your great-grandmother with garbage, don't blame us for being ruthless."

Chi Yu didn't look at her, opened the long bag, and took out a yellowing paper picture scroll from inside.

"What is this?"

"It looks like a painting."

"Hey, I did my homework, and I know that the old lady likes landscape paintings."

Chi Yu untied the ribbon that tied the painting, and slowly unfolded the scroll in front of the old matriarch.

The old lady's expression remained flat until she saw the content of the painting, her eyes widened in a gaffe, she pushed aside the support of the people around her, and walked to the painting a little excitedly.

"This! This is Yan Yaozhi's bamboo forest cloud sea map!?"

Chi Yu nodded with a smile: "Exactly. I heard that the old lady likes landscape paintings a long time ago. After Mr. Yan gave it to me, my first thought was to give it to the old lady as a birthday present."

"He gave it to you? Why did he give it to you?" the old lady asked in amazement.

"Well, I gave something to his little great-grandson. Mr. Yan said that gifts are reciprocal, so he gave me this painting."

Yan Yaozhi, a national-treasure-level painter, has at least hundreds of thousands of dollars for a painting.

This picture of the sea of ​​clouds in a bamboo forest was made when he was young, and it is quite different from today's style, so it is very commemorative.

Someone once offered an eight-figure price, but the old gentleman didn't even nod.

Mr. Yan has a weird temper, he doesn't like to make friends, and he doesn't easily give his paintings to others.

What is it about Chi Yu that made Yan Yaozhi make an exception for her?

The old lady stretched out her hand cautiously, and caressed the edge of the painting. The expression on her face was nostalgic, melancholy, mixed with a bit of remorse, all in all quite complicated.

Gu Mingrui observed the old matriarch's expression, and because he didn't find any obvious joy on the old matriarch's face, he decided that the old man was not very satisfied with this gift.

She snorted and laughed at Chi Yu's shabbiness.

"What, you fooled your great-grandmother with a broken painting, pretending that our family has never seen the world? It was bought from a street stall for 200 yuan. It's a shame..."

"you shut up!"

The old lady's sudden reprimand shocked Gu Mingrui.

She put away her complacency, and her eyes were red with grievance, "Great-grandmother, is there something wrong with what I said?"

"It's you who is shameful. You don't understand anything, and you dare to speak nonsense."

The old lady had a cold face, her serious eyes were a little scary.

She didn't even look at Gu Mingrui who was stunned by her words, and ordered someone to take Gu Mingrui away.

The old matriarch solemnly put away the painting, and she didn't want anyone else's help.

After it was over, he grabbed Chi Yu's hand affectionately, and his face was not a little softer than before.

"Yu'er is with Grandma, and I will meet some of your uncles and aunts later."

The attitude before and after this can be said to be very different.

And that opportunity is just a painting.

Something will happen, I have already pulled out my phone to search for the origin of the painting.

Gu Qinnian has no research on traditional Chinese painting. He is engaged in the financial industry, and his clients are all financial elites.

This group of people prefer the abstract works of foreign masters, and they don't think highly of landscape paintings and the like.

Gu Mo Nian is the exact opposite of Gu Qin Nian.

He has been painting traditional Chinese painting since elementary school, and he knows the famous poets and painters in China like the back of his hand.

Yan Yaozhi, a leader in the field of contemporary landscape painting and a leading master, has no rivals for his profound artistic attainments.

Gu Qinnian copied the high-definition photos that Chi Yu gave to the old matriarch countless times when he was a child.

I just stared at it for a while, and I was sure it was genuine.

Bamboo forest and sea of ​​clouds, seven years ago, a businessman offered 8000 million yuan, but Mr. Yan flatly rejected it.

Up to now, the value has been immeasurable.

Why did Chi Yu make Old Yan give her this painting that has profound meaning to him?
For the first time, Gu Mo Nian became very curious about Chi Yu.

After the old lady made a short speech, the banquet officially began.

Qiao Yu was already ready to rescue Chi Yu, but saw the old matriarch holding Chi Yu by the hand, and within a short while, met all the gentlemen and eldest girls of the Gu family.

Seeing the smiling face of the old matriarch, it doesn't seem that he is embarrassing Chi Yu, but it seems that he is really kind enough to let his daughter and son see this little girl.

Qiao Yu observed quietly, until the old matriarch let go of Chi Yu's hand, Chi Yu turned and left, and then walked forward quickly.

"Yu'er, she didn't make things difficult for you, did she?" Qiao Yu pulled Chi Yu aside and asked worriedly.

Chi Yu smiled and shook his head, announcing good news but not bad news.

"Grandma likes me very much. She took me to see my aunt, uncles and uncles."

Qiao Yu didn't quite believe that the old lady was so kind.

This old lady was not easy to get along with when she was young. The deeper the smile on the face, the more serious the calculations in her heart.

When you get old, your body will no longer be strong, but your mind will become deeper and more vicious.

On the surface, she treats Gu Shiyan, the son of her husband's younger brother, in every possible way. Shiyan was raised by me, who is equivalent to half my son, and she is always showing favoritism both internally and externally.

In fact, they often use tricks secretly to make Gu Shiyan suffer.

Originally, Gu Shiyan could easily take down the Gu Group many years ago and become a well-deserved person in power.

It was the old matriarch who got in the way. At the beginning, he played the emotional card, but later on, when he saw that it didn't work, he started to play hard.

During the Spring Festival, Qiao Yu and Gu Shiyan encountered a car accident on the way back from their hometown, and it was this cruel old lady who did it.

As for such car accidents and accidents, the husband and wife have experienced no less than a dozen times in these years.

Gu Shiyan's heart was abruptly turned cold by calculations. In the past, he would still care about the kindness of his upbringing, hoping to influence the old lady.

Up to now, there is no hope at all, and masks are worn on the face, and everyone plays with each other.

Qiao Yu glanced at the old matriarch, and by doing Chi Yu's haircut, whispered in her ear: "Your grandma is not a good person, don't get in touch with her too much, if she asks you to do something, you first Talk to mom."

Chi Yu had already seen that the old matriarch was not from the same camp, so he nodded obediently: "I see."

(End of this chapter)