The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 122 - : I Have Money Now

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: I Have Money Now

Ah Da felt that these two grandpas were really nice, especially the way they looked at her, which reminded her of that old grandpa from before.

“Mm, I understand.”

Qin Hongyun and Yu Yuan heaved a sigh of relief when they heard her words, and their fondness for the little girl grew.

“Thank you so much, Miss Su.”

Ah Da shook her head, “I didn’t do much, you don’t need to thank me.” She just wanted to sell something to make some money, that’s all.

The two masters looked at her with excitement and gratitude in their eyes, as if she were a savior bringing hope.

She didn’t feel deserving of that.

Yu Yuan shook his head with certainty, “No, no, no, your contribution is immense, Old Yu and I have been looking for these Xiling antiques for decades, day and night. If it weren’t for you, I fear both he and I would have taken our regrets to the grave.”

“In these past few days, Old Yu and I have been so happy that we haven’t been able to sleep, we haven’t felt this joyous in a long time.”

“Once everything is settled today, we must have a drink when we get back.”

Qin Hongyun laughed heartily, as if he had accomplished a great joy in his life, his face beaming with vitality.

Ah Da hadn’t imagined that those things meant so much to them, and she couldn’t help feeling a bit heavy in her heart.

“So… do you want to go upstairs to take a look?”

Yu Yuan’s eyes brightened at her words; he had been trying to figure out how to tactfully express his desire to see the artifacts, and she had taken the initiative to ask.

“May we?” Yu Yuan asked, his voice full of surprise.

Ah Da nodded, her smile sweet, “Of course you may.”

Qin Hongyun and Yu Yuan exchanged a glance, “That’s great!”

Immediately, Ah Da led them upstairs to the storage room.

When the door opened, Qin Hongyun and Yu Yuan were so stunned they couldn’t speak. The neatly arranged rows seemed like a dream, and the two men stood side by side at the doorway for a long time.

Ah Da and Wei Lan stood aside, not wishing to disturb them.

After a while, Yu Yuan slowly walked over, carefully caressing the Jade on the cabinet, his eyes wrinkled with age gradually reddening, his voice choked and trembling slightly.

“It’s so rare, really rare, to see them preserved this well, it’s truly miraculous.”

Qin Hongyun, mesmerized, stared at the bronze artifact, “So exquisite, who could think, who would dare to think, that such craftsmanship existed over a thousand years ago. Xiling is truly extraordinary.”

The two men went back and forth, each praising the artifacts in their own words, as if a thousand words weren’t enough.

Ah Da stood aside, quietly watching, when Wei Lan glanced at her and came over to ask, “I’ve always had a question, Little Ade, where did you get these things from?”

Ah Da’s heart skipped a beat, her long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes innocent, and at last, she said, “They are… family heirlooms, I guess.”

Family heirlooms? Wei Lan was shocked; could this young girl have a significant background, perhaps a descendant of some reclusive family of great lineage?

He couldn’t help but imagine a scenario where a down-on-her-luck heiress with immense wealth encounters her true love in a knight-in-shining-armor tale.

Ah Da noticed the way Wei Lan was sizing her up and felt uncomfortable inside; lying always made one feel guilty.

It wasn’t until evening that Qin Hongyun and Yu Yuan reluctantly left the storage room, still marvelling at Xiling’s exquisite craftsmanship and rich culture.

Before leaving, Wei Lan mentioned that the Xiling Museum wouldn’t be ready until the end of the year, so he would first pay her a deposit of fifty million and asked for her bank account details.

Ah Da was, of course, happy to oblige.

After sending them off, Ah Da sat down on the sofa and finally took the time to send a message to Su Qingtong to tell her about today’s events and sent her a photo of the contract.

Su Qingtong did not reply; she was currently with a film crew in the mountains, and the signal was intermittent.

Instead of a message from Su Qingtong, Ah Da got a transfer notification from Wei Lan. She held her phone and counted the long string of zeros seriously twice; even when Qin Yu walked over, she did not notice.

“What’s making you so happy?”

Qin Yu stood still, looking at the little girl curled up on the sofa, her black, soft hair cascading down her cheeks, her skin as white and spotless as Jade.

Hearing his voice, she looked up in surprise, the curve of her smile not yet faded, her eyes brightened by laughter.

“Qin Yu, you’re back!?”

Ah Dai hurriedly stood up and ran to show him the text message of the deposit record on her phone.

“Look, I have money now.”

Qin Yu glanced at the screen for only a moment. To him, money was just a string of numbers, no real feeling attached; it was Ah Dai’s bare feet on the floor that caught his eye.

“Where are your shoes?”

The man frowned, scooping her up with one hand; the girl wasn’t heavy, light as a feather.

Ah Dai quickly wrapped her arms around Qin Yu’s neck. “My shoes are on the ground, put me down.”

Qin Yu saw the fluffy slippers next to the sofa, carried her over, and set her down on the sofa.

“Put on your shoes to go eat.”

“Oh, okay.”

Ah Dai cheerfully shoved her feet into the slippers and, holding her phone, scampered after Qin Yu to tell him about Wei Lan and the two treasure appraisers’ visit that day.

Sitting in the chair, Ah Dai looked up at Qin Yu with round eyes, the lights brilliant above them, stars seemingly hidden within her gaze.

“Qin Yu, do you think, once the museum opens, I will have a lot, a lot of money?”

Qin Yu, undoing his cufflinks, his eyes a cool shade, said indifferently, “That depends on how much your ‘a lot’ is?”

Ah Dai counted on her fingers, “It’s a lot, a lot, like enough to buy out all of Bronze Sword’s endorsements and invest in her TV series, so no one bullies her.”

Qin Yu looked up, reaching over to pinch the soft cheeks of the young girl. “Just got some money and all your thoughts are on someone else, what about yourself? Why don’t you think about what you want?”

And not think about me.

The wealthy Mr. Qin suddenly felt a bit sullen.

Ah Dai allowed him to pinch her face, her round eyes like those of a little kitten, muttering, “But Bronze Sword isn’t just anyone, if she’s being bullied, I have to help her.”

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“Who told you she was being bullied?” Qin Yu couldn’t help but laugh.

Ah Dai earnestly said, “The fans all say so, and remember when I visited the set last time? Didn’t Miss Shi bully her then? If not for you, she would have succeeded.”

“You know it was me, then?”

Qin Yu let go of her face, leaning back in his chair, his exposed collarbone tinged with a hint of austerity, his nobility and coolness apparent, a chilly tone in his deep voice.

“Putting so much effort into thinking about her, buying endorsements, investing, someone might think it’s she who has been helping you.”

Listening to this, Ah Dai felt a bit strange, her hands nervously clasped together. “Are you not happy again?”

“Then I’ll give you this money first, I promised to repay you before.”

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes; great, she really knew how to irritate him to death.

“I don’t need your money.”

Qin Yu spread the napkin on his lap, ready to start eating, showing he didn’t want to talk anymore.

Ah Dai pursed her lips, sure enough, he was really angry.

After dinner, Qin Yu went upstairs, and Ah Dai followed.

After her bath, she dove into bed, the mattress soft and springy; Ah Dai had grown to love sleeping in a soft bed, though sometimes she still missed her Jade bed.

But it didn’t matter, she could sleep in whichever she wanted.

She wouldn’t sell the Jade bed; she wanted to keep it forever.

Ah Dai opened her phone under the covers, the first thing she did was to buy out all of Su Qingtong’s SVIP skins.

Limited to a hundred thousand pieces, and with the efforts of their anti-black trio over time, they had sold two thousand, a nice round number.