Rebirth: My Miraculous Doctor Wife

“I’m sorry you’re late. I’ve already bought the calligraphy.

Deng Xinhe carefully rolled up Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and said to the antique shop owner, "Pay the bill!

The antique shop owner looked at Deng Xinhe worriedly, then at Song Wei. He raised a finger with a trembling hand. “One million!”

Although 100 million yuan is a lot, it is not worth mentioning for a wealthy family like Deng Xinhe. However, he did not have a check, so he had to ask the antique shop owner to go to the bank with him to withdraw cash.

“There’s a bank nearby, right? Let’s go get the money!

Seeing that a more handsome man had gone ahead of him, Song Wei was immediately enraged. He looked at Deng Xinhe and said sarcastically, "Look, bro...are you a beggar?

He snorted. “I’m afraid you don’t even have 100 bucks, let alone 100 million bucks. Let me give you a piece of advice. This is not the place for a small fry like you. Get lost!”

Deng Xinhe smiled and looked at him sarcastically, as if he were an idiot. "You don't look like a million either."

Song Wei's face darkened. He pointed at Deng Xinhe and said angrily, "Kid, be careful with your words. Do you know who my father is?

Deng Xinhe released the intimidating aura he had been suppressing, his voice as cold as the winter wind. "I don't care who your father is. In my eyes, he is nothing. I tell you one thing, don't mess with me, otherwise I will definitely make you regret being born into this world.

After all, he was born in a famous family in Beijing. He was too lazy to waste his breath on such a second-generation gangster.

Song Wei was startled, and then he flew into a rage. "Kid, who are you? How dare you talk to me like that? Do you believe that I can make you kneel down and beg for mercy with just one phone call?"

The antique shop owner could see that these two young men should not be underestimated. Just as he was about to go up and calm things down, he heard Qin Xi's voice. "What's going on?"

When Deng Xinhe saw her, he immediately restrained his aura, smiled friendly and said: "Come and have a look. I bought a genuine work of Wang Xizhi!

As he spoke, he opened the box and took out the scroll. He gently unrolled it and showed off, "How is it? Is it authentic? My old man likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings the most. I think he will be very happy to receive this.

Liu Dequan looked at the calligraphy and thought it was very rare. Although he knew nothing about calligraphy, he was overwhelmed by a sense of awe when he looked at the calligraphy.

Qin Xi frowned.

Because she practiced the mystical arts, she more or less knew that the older something was, the richer the spiritual energy it was imbued with.

This calligraphy has no spiritual energy. On the other hand, there is a hint of spiritual energy on the silk used to wrap the calligraphy. Just like the small iron ball she bought, it exudes a strong spiritual energy. There must be something strange here.

"Do you want to buy it?" Qin Xi asked.

Deng Xinhe was stunned for a moment before nodding. "Yes, why?"

Qin Xi stared at him deeply. “Are you sure you want to buy it?”

Deng's heartbeat quickened. He said uncertainly, "Actually, I really don't have to buy it, do I?

Hearing this, the antique shop owner panicked. He asked anxiously, "Sir, this is a genuine work by Wang Xizhi. Are you sure you don't want to buy it?"

"Well, if you can't afford it, get out of the way."

Song Wei was ecstatic, as if he had found an opportunity. He straightened his back and shouted, "Boss, I want this calligraphy! Pack it up!"

Qin Xi glanced at him with a faint smile, then looked at Deng Xinhe. “You don’t have to buy this calligraphy, but you have to buy the box.