Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Present-Giving (Part 3)

"What other gift is there?"

"What’s the trick? Sending them separately, on purpose?"

"Keep your voice down, let’s see what she sent. But I think it’s not from her; it must be from Mr. Song!"

"I think so too, is this just offering flowers on behalf of Buddha?"

Chi Youyou directly ignored these voices and placed the gift from Song Shiyu into Mr. Cheng’s hands.

"Youyou, Mr. Song, you are very thoughtful."

"Grandpa, quickly open it! Let’s see what she gave you!"

As soon as Mr. Cheng finished his words, Xiao Yu came up, reaching out to open the paper box in his hands.

"Xiao Yu!"

Seeing the old man’s face darken, Cheng Yi quickly pulled his son away. Cheng Bin, relying on Cheng Xueyi, got a special regard from the old man, and their family’s status was a bit shaky now. Xiao Yu was his youngest son, the youngest in the entire family.

The old man usually doted on him, but what was the situation now with so many people watching!

If Xiao Yu continued to be so outspoken, Cheng Yi dared to guarantee that later on, the old man would give him a thrashing, and even Xiao Yu would be viewed less favorably by the old man.

"Dad, don’t mind him, the kid has no sense of decency!"

Cheng Yi scolded on the spot, but he knew the old man had to open the gift at this point; after all, so many people were watching.

There was no way to fix it, so he could only scold his own son to appease the old man’s anger.

Mr. Cheng was actually a bit worried. Though old, he was sharp-eared and clear-eyed, and naturally heard the other voices in the crowd.

Although he didn’t care about these possessions, what Chi Youyou gave also partly represented the Cheng family. Just now, that basket of fruit was the subject of many people’s whispers, and if another ill-advised gift followed, he feared they would mock even more wantonly.

But now he had no choice. Initially, he could have laughed it off, but Xiao Yu’s mouth was unstoppable, blurting things out. Now he had no option but to open it.

"Third granduncle, please open it, we’re not sure if you’ll like this style."

Seeing Mr. Cheng’s awkward expression, Chi Youyou roughly guessed what was going on and urged him.

Beside her, Song Shiyu nodded as well, blatantly lying, "Youyou took a long time to choose this. We hope you will like it, third granduncle."

That was indeed a lie!

Cheng Shujin’s mouth twitched; after all, it was Chen Zui who casually handed over a piece.

But now he was very excited. Earlier, those people were too excessive, expecting figs from thistles. What’s wrong with fruits!

Youbao’s fruits are expensive, okay!

The rare varieties she sent over these few days could fetch six figures at auction, okay!

Speaking of this painting, Cheng Xueyi is a knockoff, yet they were all praising it. I just want to see how humiliated you’ll be later!

Mr. Cheng, urged by the two, had no choice but to open the paper box. At this moment, everyone craned their necks in curiosity to see what she had gifted.

"Could it be a branch?"

"A slab? It doesn’t seem that heavy, possibly a wooden board?"

"First it was fruits, now this thin, board-like thing, probably a chopping board for cutting fruit!"

...

There was all kinds of speculation. Cheng Xueyi was also curious about what they might give and leaned slightly towards her granduncle.

The paper box tore open easily, revealing a corner.

A painting?

Cheng Xueyi was taken aback, surprised that she had somehow found out the old man liked paintings.

But so what?

It’s just a wild painting. Otherwise, could she have bought one of Amy’s paintings?