Chapter 5 She should have a different life
Jiang Qingzhou’s mother was a painter and died of cancer.
He left many works during his lifetime, and Jiang Qingzhou packed them up and put them in the studio. The studio can be said to be a restricted area of the Jiang family. Except for servants who go in to clean it when necessary, Jiang Qingzhou does not allow anyone to enter.
After Bo Muhan proposed, the huge living room fell into deathly silence.
Wu Ma hid in the kitchen and said to herself: "I said no, why does Ahan still bring this up? This is undoubtedly a tiger plucking hair from its head. Oh my god, look, there will be trouble again soon. This family is going to be in trouble again!”
Bo Yan walked up to Bo Mu Han and gently tugged on his clothes.
"Brother Ahan, I'm fine. Now there is a private room in the school where I can make medicine..."
As soon as Bo Yan finished speaking, Jiang Qingzhou clapped his hands with a "pop" sound.
“What a great idea!”
“That room faces the sun and has excellent lighting. It is not included in the decoration. It is suitable to clean it up and use it as a bedroom!”
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.
Is this still the selfish and domineering Jiang Qingzhou? Why did he suddenly become so reasonable?
Bo Muhan frowned and looked at her, "Really?"
Jiang Qingzhou came over and smiled at him, "Your sister is my sister, why don't you give her a room? Is this normal? What’s all the fuss about? Mother Wu, please have the bed in the guest room moved to the studio this afternoon. Don’t delay Yan Yan’s rest at night.”
Bo Muhan watched Jiang Qingzhou go upstairs.
Bo Yan glanced upstairs, tugged on Bo Muhan's clothes, and whispered: "Brother, I'm a little scared."
"Don't be afraid, since she lets you live here, she won't do it again. Something else happened."
"But... ..."
Bo Yan had something to say, but Bo Muhan didn't let her say it and interrupted her: "Xiaoyan, you can rest assured that I'm here."
Bo Yanzhi. Biting her lip, "I know, brother!"
Jiang Qingzhou returned to his room and remembered that after Bo Yan moved into Jiang's house in her previous life, she refused to give up her mother's studio, so Bo Muhan directly let Bo Yan live in his private apartment.
No one can enter that apartment except him.
Later, she was blinded by jealousy and ran to the apartment many times to block Bo Yan, which completely angered him and made him take action against Jiang in advance.
After that, her nightmare completely began.
This night.
Jiang Qingzhou slept very restlessly, with nightmares coming one after another.
She dreamed that she was locked in a cold basement by Bo Muhan. At night, cockroaches and bugs crawled over her head.
I also dreamed that Bo Muhan was holding Bo Yan's hand and carefully caressing her bulging belly. The family of three was harmonious and happy.
She also dreamed... The dream was so muddy and messy that her head was still dizzy when she woke up the next day.
"Oh, Xiaoyan, why are you so careless? This is Madam's legacy painting. The eldest lady likes this painting the most. Why did you break it?"
"I wonder if there is anything missing from the painting? There is less dust. I want to take it off and wipe it. Who knows? My hand slipped, wooooooo, what should I do? Sister Zhou will beat me to death, wooooooo?"
Jiang Qingzhou came down from the stairs sleepily and saw Bo Yan wiping her tears. Crying, Wu Ma frowned and babbled on the side.
"What happened?" she walked down and asked.
As soon as Wu Ma saw Jiang Qingzhou coming, she immediately became nervous, "Eldest...eldest lady, get up!"
"I asked you what happened?!"
Wu Ma glanced at Bo Yan and was about to speak when Bo Yan knelt down in front of Jiang Qingzhou.
"Sister Zhou, I'm sorry. The painting "Hundred Birds" I saw in the bedroom was a bit dirty. I wanted to take it off and wipe it. Who knew that as soon as I took it off, the painting... fell to the ground... and broke into pieces? "
The painting "Hundred Birds" was drawn by Jiang Qingzhou's mother who went back and forth to the mountains dozens of times to observe the movements of the birds there, and spent almost a month painstakingly painting it. It can be said that it concentrated all her efforts. Her talent is the representative work of her artistic peak period.
After she passed away due to illness, someone once offered a high price of 130 million to buy this painting. Jiang Qingzhou refused without even letting anyone touch him.
Paintings are valuable, but love is priceless. That painting is not only a relic of her mother, but also expresses her infinite grief for her mother.
As soon as Jiang Qingzhou heard the broken "Hundred Birds", his expression suddenly changed.
"That painting has been hanging on the wall, why did you touch it?" She couldn't help but growl at her.
"I'm sorry Sister Zhou, I deserve to die, I deserve to die, just beat me to death!" Bo Yan knelt on the ground, tugging on Jiang Qingzhou's clothes and crying, making her cry pitifully.
Jiang Qingzhou rushed into the studio quickly and saw a mess on the floor of the studio. The "White Bird Picture", which she regarded as a treasure, was broken into pieces.
It would be excusable if only the outer glass photo frame was broken. What is annoying is that the glass shards got into the painting and made several holes in the original work. It looked like someone stepped on it deliberately. It is difficult to repair. .
Bo Yan and Wu Ma followed tremblingly. An angry Jiang Qingzhou stepped forward and slapped Bo Yan, "Bitch, don't think I don't know what you are doing?"
There was a sound of footsteps outside.
Bo Yan knelt down in front of Jiang Qingzhou again, kowtowing humbly, "I'm sorry for Sister Zhou, I'm sorry for Sister Zhou, I deserve to die..."
A strong hand took her away Pulled up.
It's Bo Muhan!
He looked at the clear finger prints on Bo Yan's face, and his eyes darkened.
"Xiaoyan is my sister, what are you doing?"
(End of this chapter)