On our wedding night, my husband changed!

Hua Sheng struggled for a long time, always feeling that doing this would be a bit detrimental to her moral character. Although she did not do it herself, she was the one who planned it behind the scenes.

But when I turned around and thought again, Zhang Qian was a woman with bad conduct and unhealthy outlook. She seduced a married man for money and gain, and even got pregnant with a child through scheming.

It would be good for such a woman to be taught a lesson by destroying other people's families and cuckolding her first wife.

So after much deliberation, Hua Sheng decided to let Chuntao reveal the news to Hua Feng.

As for what Hua Feng and Hua Qing do, that is their business. If they can tolerate it, then they will not touch Zhang Qian again.

After all, if she was asked to do it herself, she wouldn't be able to do it. She doesn't have such a vicious heart.

Hua Lin and Hua Zhi didn't know the whole story from beginning to end. Hua Sheng didn't plan to tell them.

This kind of thing is disgraceful in itself. The less you know about it, the better. Besides, Hua Lin is still sick. Knowing this will only increase the psychological burden.

After Chuntao received the order from the young lady, she quietly went out to handle the matter.

Hua Sheng is copying Buddhist scriptures at home, hoping to accumulate some virtue for what she did today. After all, she believes in cause and effect and reincarnation.

At noon, Ginkgo called, very anxious, saying that a big customer came to the store.

Hua Sheng's small shop was rarely visited by people, so she was surprised to hear that there were big customers.

So I drove to that secret antique shop - Yisheng has you.

Hua Sheng left in a hurry, only wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat, and didn't even bother to put on a hat.

It was still snowing lightly outside, and when she came in, there were still snowflakes on her hair, which looked very artistic.

"Miss, that's it." Ginkgo whispered.

Hua Sheng glanced at the man sitting there drinking tea. He was in his forties and wearing a black coat. He didn't look like an ordinary person.

"Hello sir, I am the owner of this store. What do you want to buy?"

Hua Sheng took the initiative to walk over, and the man stood up and said very politely, "That's it, our young master bought a fan here before and thought the workmanship was excellent, so he asked me to come back and see if there are any other good things. , brought back one or two pieces, I took a look just now, there are not many varieties, and... there are few high-quality products, are you temporarily out of stock, or... are you hiding the good things and not selling them? "

After hearing this, Hua Sheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking that he was here to buy something good, and he was really... a big customer.

"Is your little master the one who took the fan away last time? She does have good taste, but I am very curious about what she wants to buy. There are many types of antiques. At least there is a category so that I can do this for you. Business."

"My little master likes painting, drinking, and reciting poems and inscriptions, so if you, the shop owner, have paintings, wine glasses, brushes, pen holders, etc., we will be very interested. Money is not an issue."

"Let me think about it."

Hua Sheng turned around and sat on the chair, picked up the tea cup, and thought about it while drinking.

"Ginkgo, go and open that box. There is an inkstone inside. Take it out and show it to this gentleman."

"Okay, miss." Ginkgo took the key from the miss's hand, went to the corner, opened an old box, and took out the dusty and inconspicuous inkstone inside.

"If your lady likes this, she can take it back and try it."

"How to sell it?" The man didn't seem to know much about the goods, so he could only ask about the price.

"Since she is an old customer, I will give her an affordable price, [-]."

Ginkgo twitched her lips as she listened, wondering how valuable this broken inkstone was.

"Can I take a photo to show my little mistress and ask her what she means."

"Excuse me." Hua Sheng is also easy to talk to.

Then the person took a photo and sent it to him. After receiving another call, he called back and said, "Our little master said he bought it. Did he pay by credit card or bank transfer?"

"Oh? Did she like the photo very much after seeing it?" Hua Sheng was also very curious about this guest he had never met.