In the Painting and Calligraphy Studio, Mr. Song Huan looked at the white-bearded old man Bai Qing beside him.
"What brings you here today?"
Bai Qing said, "What else could I do but come and keep you company since you stay here all day long?"
"The calligraphy brush you just selected costs much more than ten thousand. You'll have to make up the difference for her," Song Huan said.
Bai Qing smiled, "So you noticed. I thought you didn't see it clearly."
Song Huan was puzzled by Bai Qing's actions, "What do you mean by this?"
"Nothing much. It's just that your grandson has taken a fancy to a young lady, so shouldn't you offer a little discount to help him out?"
Bai Qing recognized Feng Qingyi at first sight. Before this, that boy Song Jingyuan had been carrying her photo around every day, even asking him for help to pursue the girl.
However, the boy still hasn't made any moves, so who knows if he has a chance!
Song Huan asked, "Jing Yuan likes her? How do you know?"
"He hangs out at my tea house every day, so how could I not know? Today I'm just giving him a little help. As for whether it will work out, that's up to fate!"
"The girl seems quite nice," Song Huan said, although he had only met Feng Qingyi once, she had left a good impression on him.
Feng Qingyi was unaware of what had transpired at the Painting and Calligraphy Studio. She had already returned to her dorm with the box.
After handing the box over to Qin Yuchuan, Feng Qingyi suddenly noticed her phone vibrating.
Main quest issued: Apply what you've learned. Join the school's Martial Arts Club and win first place in the college martial arts competition. Completion rewards 500 points.
She didn't know the school had a Martial Arts Club. When she was selecting clubs before, she didn't recall hearing about a Martial Arts Club.
These side quests were really strange. The new students were doing military training, and after it ended, there would be club recruitment. She would check it out then.
After all, it was worth 500 points, a quarter of a villa. Her martial arts classes had been going well lately, so maybe she could really win first place or something.
Feng Qingyi had initially thought that the martial arts course she purchased from the mysterious store would involve inner energy or something, but after taking it, she realized she had overthought it - it was just physical techniques.
It seemed she wouldn't be able to become the kind of master depicted in TV shows, able to harm with a mere leaf or walk on water with lightness skill. At most, she could only defend herself.
But that was probably for the best. After all, in modern society, if she was too powerful, she might get taken away for research.
In Qin Yuchuan's courtyard at the Prince's Mansion, Yan Chi and Yan Yang had been sent to investigate the palace, while Qin Yuchuan was strolling in the garden.
The notification sound was rather abrupt. Qin Yuchuan took out his phone from his sleeve and saw that he had an item waiting to be received.
He had already told her not to spend money unnecessarily, yet she still went and bought something.
Who knows how much money she spent and whether her living conditions had become strained because of it.
It seemed that in the future, when he sent her things, he would have to carefully consider the cost. Otherwise, he was truly worried she might not have enough money for food.
Entering the study, Qin Yuchuan received the item Feng Qingyi had sent. Looking at the carved wooden box, he could sense it was not cheap.
Opening it, he found brushes, ink, paper, and an ink stone neatly arranged inside. Qin Yuchuan took them out one by one.
He gently ran his fingers over the soft hairs of the brush - it was wolf hair, and of the finest quality, undoubtedly expensive.
The ink stick and ink stone were also not cheap goods. And the paper was something he had never seen before. How much money had she spent!
[Yuchuan: Why did you think to send me these things?]
[Qingyi: Don't you like them? You said before that you enjoy practicing calligraphy and painting, so I thought these brushes, ink, paper, and ink stone would come in handy.]
[Yuchuan: How much did all this cost?]
[Qingyi: Not much, just fifty thousand.]
This was the most expensive thing she had ever bought in her life - it was super expensive!
But compared to the few million he had given her, fifty thousand did seem inexpensive. She hoped he wouldn't look down on it.
[Yuchuan: Not much?]
Did the young lady think he couldn't tell quality? She was even learning to lie now!
[Qingyi: It really wasn't much. Very affordable.]
[Yuchuan: How much is your lunch?]
Feng Qingyi was a bit confused. They were talking about whether it was expensive or not, so why was he suddenly asking about the cost of her lunch?
[Qingyi: Ten yuan. Why?]
Lunch for ten yuan, thirty yuan a day for meals - that was only a little over ten thousand a year. Fifty thousand was enough for her to eat for over forty years. And she called that not expensive!
Qin Yuchuan suddenly felt a little angry.
[Yuchuan: I'll take it back. Go return it.]
[Qingyi: Don't you like it?]
[Yuchuan: No, I don't.]
[Qingyi: But I've already bought it. Just make do with it.]
Qin Yuchuan sighed. He felt that if he didn't explain it clearly to her, she would never understand the issue.
[Yuchuan: Answer me again. Is fifty thousand expensive?]
Feng Qingyi scrolled through their chat history and suddenly realized her mistake.
Compared to a ten yuan meal, fifty thousand was obviously not cheap.
[Qingyi: ...It's a bit expensive.]
[Yuchuan: A bit expensive?]
[Qingyi: Quite expensive.]
[Yuchuan: Take it back and return it. Don't spend money recklessly from now on.]
[Qingyi: I won't return it.]
She had already bought and sent it. Didn't she have any face?
[Yuchuan: Listen to me. Return it.]
[Qingyi: No.]
[Yuchuan: Will you still have money for food if you don't return it?]
[Qingyi: Yes.]
Qin Yuchuan didn't quite believe her and thought she was just being stubborn.
[Yuchuan: Qingyi, don't be difficult. I don't need these things. Be a good girl and return them.]
Feng Qingyi was exasperated. Did he really think she would starve after spending fifty thousand?
[Qingyi: Image]
[Qingyi: Look at my bank account balance. I still have over two hundred and fifty-seven million yuan!]
[Qingyi: Enough for me to eat for a lifetime!]
After seeing the image, Qin Yuchuan finally put his mind at ease. It turned out the young lady was not as financially strained as he had imagined.
[Yuchuan: I will accept these items today, but do not spend money recklessly in the future, understand?]
[Qingyi: Understood.]
His tone sounded like... well, nevermind. Her father had never told her not to spend money recklessly before!
[Qingyi: But are you really not happy with these gifts?]
[Yuchuan: I very much like them, but just this once.]
[Qingyi: Hmph! I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine. You sent me those jewelry pieces worth millions, even though I didn't want them.]
[Qingyi: Now you know how I felt back then!]
[Qingyi: *angry bear JPG*]
[Yuchuan: It's my fault, it's all my fault. I promise it won't happen again.]
How could he have known that those ordinary objects he bought would be considered priceless antiques in her world, worth fortunes.
However, the young lady seemed a bit different today than before, and he rather liked this side of her.
