Chapter 1506 - 866: Master Huo’s Emotional Classroom - Is Miss Si Spending Money on Men? (Part 3)
Chapter 1506: Chapter 866: Master Huo’s Emotional Classroom - Is Miss Si Spending Money on Men? (Part 3)
"Grandma has already agreed."
"How could Grandma agree?" Jiang Chengsi still understood his own grandmother’s temper.
"Because You Hongxian said he would invite the Si Family over and mentioned that he had made many mistakes before, also acknowledged that you two are truly in love, and wanted to take this opportunity to mediate. It’s said the Si Family has agreed, so Grandma accepted the proposal."
"Wait a minute..." Jiang Chengsi seemed to suddenly understand something, "Xiaowu, before when Xiaoxiao went to see a lawyer about handling property matters, that was because of him, right?"
The timing was just that precise.
"Yes." Jiang Jinsang nodded.
"It seems this meal is also a Hongmen Banquet." Jiang Chengsi wasn’t stupid; he had gotten a sense of things, "What do you think I should do?"
"Be smart and be ready for anything that comes, but don’t forget the play Ms. Si ordered at the Peach Garden."
"Red Detachment of Women," working inside and out...
"By the way, how’s Xiaoxiao recently? Do you know what she’s up to?" Jiang Chengsi hadn’t contacted Si Qingxiao lately to avoid alerting anyone if she was being watched.
"She’s been going to the Peach Garden often to listen to opera and has been getting close with Boss Yun."
"Who?" Jiang Chengsi frowned; he didn’t remember any Boss Yun. They weren’t in the same circle.
"Yun Hezhi, the Beijing Opera singer, also an old patron of Wanwan."
"A guy?" Jiang Chengsi seemed to recall something; it seemed he was involved in the matters concerning Qi Zeyan, "The really good-looking one?"
"Yes."
"What’s Xiaoxiao doing with him?"
"That I don’t know, but it’s said she even sent him flowers when Boss Yun performed."
Spending money for other men?
"Xiaowu, what kind of person is he?"
"He’s alright, but I don’t know him well. You could ask Qiqi; he should know better."
Qi Zeyan’s answer to him was:
[Yun Hezhi? He’s quite good!]
Qi Zeyan hadn’t forgotten how he was once rendered speechless by him, even though he wasn’t one to be easily bested in arguments — that was a first.
But thanks to Yun Hezhi’s help, he and Ruan Mengxi had made progress, clarifying his own feelings.
Yun Hezhi had liked Ruan Mengxi before too. Qi Zeyan, though tempted to say he’s a jerk, wasn’t that petty.
Given Yun Hezhi’s level of skill, if he had really set his mind to it, he could have succeeded in taking Ruan Mengxi away back then, but he’s not the scheming type, and for that, Qi Zeyan still respected him.
So in front of Jiang Chengsi, he praised him thoroughly.
He praised Yun Hezhi’s appearance, his performances, his character, and his temperament...
Listening to it all, Jiang Chengsi’s eyelids twitched; being with such a good man all day, was it really going to be okay?
The main thing was, he later heard that when Si Qingxiao looked at Yun Hezhi, her eyes sparkled...
Sparkled?
She never looked at him with sparkling eyes.
Though he was confident in himself and believed Si Qingxiao wouldn’t quickly switch affections, it still felt uncomfortable.
And this strangeness also applied to Yun Hezhi...
He wasn’t familiar with this Si Family Miss; she wasn’t an opera fan nor interested in Beijing Opera, yet her eyes glittered whenever she looked at him, sent him flowers frequently, and wished him successful performances. He really couldn’t comprehend it.
Si Qingxiao had been sending him gifts often. Yun Hezhi, feeling undeserving, thought to invite her for a meal after a performance, to ask her what she wanted.
While Yun Hezhi was removing his makeup, Si Qingxiao went backstage...
"I won’t disturb you here, right?" Si Qingxiao smiled.
"Not at all, it’s just a bit messy backstage; feel free to find a place to sit. I’ll get you some tea." Yun Hezhi, though no artist-for-hire, was always polite to those who supported him, naturally treating her with courtesy.
"I’m not thirsty, carry on."
Yun Hezhi was wiping off oil paints from his face, noticing through the mirror that Si Qingxiao seemed to be watching him closely, and upon a closer look—
Her gaze was fixed on the jewelry on his table.
Beijing Opera jewelry is crafted with precision, especially for female roles, the variety of headdresses is countless.
"Ms. Si, are you interested in these?" Yun Hezhi smiled.
"Can I take a look?" Si Qingxiao had been eyeing them for a long time, "Don’t worry, I won’t damage them."
"Go ahead, feel free to look."
Judging by her gaze on the jewelry, Yun Hezhi roughly guessed she wasn’t there for him, but for his costumes and accessories...
"Boss Yun, where did you get these?" Si Qingxiao had been thinking about his things for a while, but suddenly asking would be too abrupt, which is why she used the excuse of watching the opera and sending gifts to come by often.
"Some were bought, but most were custom-made."
"Custom-made..."
"For instance, the peony-themed Cyan Feather headpiece in your hand was made by Teacher Tang." Yun Hezhi wasn’t lying; if it was custom-made, it almost certainly came from Tang Wan’s studio.
"I didn’t know Teacher Tang made these as well." Si Qingxiao had mostly ordered brooches and collar pins to match qipaos, unaware of the full scope of her work.
The previous Cyan Feather screen was quite unique too.
"Teacher Tang does excellent work and her prices are quite reasonable, I’ve always had her make them."
Yun Hezhi praised Tang Wan extensively, thinking that as he often asked her to make things, introducing business to her would be a form of repayment.
Little did he know, Tang Wan needed no help at all bringing in business!
If she knew the business introduced was Si Qingxiao’s order, she’d likely be incredibly frustrated.
"Really?" Si Qingxiao inspected his Cyan Feather headpiece, already considering getting Tang Wan to make a few sets for her in the future.
Though not for daily wear, they would beautifully adorn her collection at home.
...
At this moment, Tang Wan was at home working on Cyan Feather ornaments, while Jiang Xiaowai lay asleep on a small bed nearby, completely unaware she was being targeted again.