Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon's Sweetheart-Chapter 200 - Like a Seaweed~Seaweed~

Chapter 200: Chapter 200 Like a Seaweed~Seaweed~

“Eh, eh, eh…”

Ye Shaowen, who was being chased all over the house, held his head and said, “Dad, Mom, is there some mistake? I’m the one who’s been wronged here, my little sister is really just acting!”

“And there you go talking nonsense again!”

“See if your dad and I don’t beat you to death today!”

“Tsk, tsk~”

Ye Xian patted her knees and stood up. Watching Ye Shaowen getting a mixed doubles thrashing from his parents, she mockingly mimed the seaweed dance from a distance, silently mouthing the words: ‘Like a piece of seaweed~seaweed~swaying with the wind! A piece of seaweed, seaweed, drifting in the waves~’

Ye Shaowen was so angry he almost choked.

“Dad, Mom, look, my little sister is snickering again!”

This time, Father Ye and Mother Ye didn’t even turn their heads.

“It looks like you want to make your dad and me die of anger. Get out! Roll out of this house!”

“I’m so wronged…”

Ye Xian: That’s definitely an injustice, but if he doesn’t experience the malice of his little sister, know a bit about the treachery of the world, his boundless love as an elder brother is not going to learn restraint!

“Miss, you’re finally back.”

On the side, Aunt Li the nanny kept wiping her tears, also moved by the scene of sibling affection just witnessed.

In the past, whenever Miss came home, it was either to take money or to have a huge argument with the owners, which always ended with the family parting in discord, leaving the owners in tears of sorrow.

This time, they had witnessed such a touching scene. Moreover, the Ye Family home was no longer filled with just quarrels; there were also tears of emotion and laughter of joy.

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The young miss truly had grown up, had become sensible.

Aunt Li, while wiping her tears, eagerly took out slippers and personally helped Ye Xian put them on.

Ye Xian felt somewhat embarrassed.

Blame her excellent acting abilities, no one could tell that she was just acting, but if she hadn’t staged this act, Father Ye and Mother Ye would definitely have had many doubts about her change.

Now they swore they would never ask again, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The Ye family villa was decorated in a typical classical Northern European style with a vast area, large ceiling lamps, arched windows and doors, a faux fireplace against the wall, a beautiful back garden, and a corridor connecting the detached villa to the swimming pool. Intense colors and exquisite designs, along with the grand decorations, highlighted the noble Athenian ambiance present in the classical style.

On the broad walls were filled with paintings by Mother Ye, Xia Hewan, which included oil paintings, prints, watercolors… a variety of types, rich and colorful, each stunningly beautiful, fluid and free, lovely enough to captivate anyone’s eyes.

Ye Xian caught sight of the original Spring Blossoms and Autumn Fruits painting hanging in the center. She remembered how, at Old Master Bo’s birthday banquet, she had identified that the painting Cheng Jingshu presented was a fake, which infuriated Cheng Jingshu who repeatedly claimed that her own painting had cost twenty million.

Just one Spring Blossoms and Autumn Fruits was worth twenty million, so the value of all the paintings on this wall…

Was inestimable, truly priceless!

Ye Xian threw herself onto the wall full of paintings, reveling in the sensation of being surrounded by renminbi.

After Father Ye and Mother Ye finished thrashing Shaowen, they came downstairs still fuming, only to spot Ye Xian draped limp over the paintings.

Mother Ye hurried over, “Xianxian, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No,” Ye Xian turned her head, looking at her with adoration. “Mom, I’m just overwhelmed by your god-like masterpieces and your profound artistic skill, how can there be such a genius artist as you in this world?”

“…”

Xia Hewan was shocked, her mouth agape, unable to speak for a long while.

She vaguely remembered, during a quarrel a year ago, that she had spitefully insulted her, calling her nothing but a lousy painter, which had caused her immense heartache. And now…