After the real daughter was reborn, she became the favorite of the whole family

"Lang Qixian's painting?" Cui Zhengrong had been silent until now. Now that he saw the painting, he came closer and took out a magnifying glass from somewhere. "It really is Lang Qixian's painting. The brushstrokes and brushwork are difficult to copy."

Qiao Ling had heard a little about Lang Qixian, but it was not easy to get his original work. "Yi Yi, where did you get this original work?"

"Yes - a friend of mine. He happened to have a few paintings that were not in use, so I asked him to give one to my grandma." While answering, her eyes were always searching for Jiang Zhi's figure but she had no impression of him.

Little did he know that Jiang Zhi was urgently called back home by a phone call, where a bloody storm was waiting for him.

"It's really weird. I have collected Lang Qixian's paintings for so many years, but one of them is missing." Mr. Jiang hit the ground with his cane. The weather was good these two days, so he wanted to take out his precious paintings to dry in the sun. However, no matter how he counted, the number was wrong, so he spread them out one by one. Wow, the missing one was Mr. Jiang's favorite "Between Clouds and Water".

He was furious and called all the family members to come. Jiang Zhi was the last one to arrive under the moonlight. Aunt Qin, the aunt who worked at the Jiang family, stopped him when he entered the door, "The old man is angry now, young master, please don't conflict with him."

Jiang Zhi tilted his head and sneered. Haven't they had enough conflicts over the years?

"Who on earth stole my painting?" At this point, Mr. Jiang's anger reached its peak, and he interrogated the person sitting in front of him. "Hand it over quickly, or else don't blame me for punishing you according to my family rules."

"Dad, we are all at work. We haven't come to your place in the past few days, let alone take your paintings. Please calm down." The person who spoke was Jiang Zhi's father, Jiang Boshan.

"If it's not you, then it's you." Mr. Jiang didn't listen at all and pointed his cane at Jiang Zhi's uncle, Jiang Bohai. "Give me back my painting."

Jiang Bohai felt a headache, "Dad, I just came back from a business trip today. You called me here before I even went home."

Mr. Jiang slammed his palms on the table again and again, "Who is that?"

"It's me." Jiang Zhi said calmly, holding a glass in his hand. The people in front turned around when they heard the voice. He drank a sip of water with an indifferent expression.

"You, you, you little brat, why did you take my painting when you have nothing better to do?" Old Master Jiang's eyes widened with anger, and he walked up to him with his crutches, "Hurry up, give my painting back to me."

"The painting—is no longer in my hands."

"What did you say?" Old Master Jiang raised his cane and was about to swing it at him.

Jiang Zhi glanced at it and grabbed the cane in Mr. Jiang's hand, "Okay, Grandpa, it's just a painting. I'll give it away."

Mr. Jiang threw away the cane in his hand, his blood pressure soared, "You said you gave it away!" Then he clutched his chest tightly, "My heart hurts so much, that's my lifeblood, my one and only treasure."

Jiang Zhi put the old man's walking stick aside, laughed unhappily, and said in a casual tone: "Isn't my grandma your exclusive treasure? When did it become a painting? If my grandma knew--" His voice stopped abruptly, and the following words were thought-provoking.

After hearing what he said, Mr. Jiang's aggrieved expression changed, and he immediately became serious: "Of course it's your grandma, but she's not at home now. Can't I change my excuse?"

"Okay, grandpa, you've been busy for a long time, go to bed early." Jiang Zhi was really tired after running back and forth today.

"No, you can't leave. You must give me an explanation." Old Master Jiang was now pestering Jiang Zhi like an old child.

Jiang Zhi sighed, "How about this, I'll secretly treat you to your favorite original grain liquid."

Grandma Jiang was usually gentle and considerate, but she was furious when Grandpa Jiang drank alcohol, so everyone in the Jiang family knew that Grandpa Jiang didn't dare to drink. That's why Jiang Zhi used the original grain liquid to negotiate with Grandpa Jiang.

"Really?" Mr. Jiang was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes immediately lit up, "Okay, okay, prepare a bottle of the best for me. By the way, don't let your grandma know."

Jiang Zhi was really amused by this old kid, "Okay, I get it."

***

Zhou Wanyi looked around the banquet hall again, but there was no sign of Jiang Zhi. Did he leave early?

While grandma was cutting the cake, she slipped over to Cui Qi and asked him, "Second brother, isn't that brother Jiang Zhi here?"

"Jiang Zhi, he received a phone call and left. It seemed like it was about his family matter." He was drinking with Jiang Zhi at the time, mainly because he wanted to know why Jiang Zhi was so close to his sister.

"That's it."

"Yiyi, come quickly. This piece of cake with the most fruits is for you to eat." Yang Qinghe handed her a piece of cut cake. "Yiyi, the gift you gave grandma is the most pleasing gift to me in the past few years. It really touched grandma's heart."

Zhou Wan smiled and glanced at Cui Wanning. Seeing her staring at him with a strange look on her face, she must have found out that the gift she prepared had been replaced and was angry and depressed. Since she was already unhappy, she would find something more to make her unhappy. She should get rid of Cui Wanning's desire to take revenge on her as soon as possible.

"I think grandma loves me so much that she likes the gift I prepared for her. If the gift is not to her liking, I just hope she won't hate it." After living a new life, Zhou Wanyi's little mouth has become more and more talkative, and she is no longer as sharp-tongued as in her previous life.

Yang Qinghe was coaxed into laughing, "How could that be? Grandma will like it no matter what you give her."

"Really, grandma?" Zhou Wanyi held her arm intimately. "Last night, my sister suggested that I prepare a blessed Buddhist bead for you, but I felt that it was a bit inappropriate to give you those things, so I asked a friend to prepare a landscape painting."

Zhou Wanyi's words spread among them like a depth bomb.

Yang Qinghe's smile disappeared instantly. She turned her head and looked at Cui Wanning with a more inquiring expression. Her words were also cold, "Really? Fortunately, Yi Yi was sensible and did not choose that gift."

Cui Wanning was so frightened that her hands trembled, and a piece of butter fell from the plate onto her beautiful and delicate skirt. She smiled awkwardly, "My skirt is dirty, I'll go and deal with it first." If she didn't leave here, she was afraid that she would be in trouble again.

Fortunately, grandma and the others did not stop her, and Cui Wanning ran to her room on the third floor. She turned on the faucet, took out a rag and wiped the cream off her skirt. Even after wiping it clean, there was still a deep water stain on her skirt.

"Damn Zhou Wanyi, he didn't say what he should have said and said things he shouldn't have said." Cui Wanning saw the puddle of water and was so angry that he threw the rag on the mirror in front of him.

"She chose to hook up with Jiang Zhi. She must have been showing off her charm to get Jiang Zhi to prepare gifts for her. What a slut." Thinking about the fact that Zhou Wanyi hooked up with Jiang Zhi and sold her out in front of her grandmother, she realized that she was really scheming.