klisemfg Chapter 225 Not Winterfall
Chapter 225 Not Winterfall
Qiao Qingshu smiled and unfolded a corner of the scroll in her hand, saying...
"I just got a painting by Wang Zouzhi. Everyone says that the old master loves collecting Master Wang's paintings. I was thinking of having the old master take a look at it. If it's true, I'll keep it for myself."
With just one glance, Madam Xing could tell that the painting was most likely an authentic work, and that it was the only painting of a galloping horse that Xiao Zhiheng was missing. Xiao Zhiheng had mentioned it to Madam Xing many times, saying that this was the only painting missing, and that if he could collect them all, it would be a great joy in life.
Madam Xing was a little excited, thinking that if she could paint this, she might be able to please the young master.
Xiao Zhiheng hasn't been staying in her room lately; instead, he always prefers to spend the night in her small study.
She went to see him several times, but the old man always impatiently chased her away.
If you use this painting to please him, Xiao Zhiheng will definitely be happy.
Madam Xing asked again,
"What use is this painting to you? You don't understand it. Why don't you sell it to me?"
Qiao Qingshu simply smiled and said,
“These are things my father left behind. I don’t know anything about calligraphy and painting, and they’re just taking up space in the house anyway. If you like them, Madam, why buy them? I can give them to you.”
These words struck a chord with Madam Xing, and she quickly smiled and said...
"How can that be?"
Qiao Qingshu shoved the painting into her hand and said,
"It's a pity we don't know if the painting is real or fake. It would be best to have the master examine it. If it's real, then we can give it to the madam. If it's fake, I'll just tear it up."
Madam Xing mocked her for being ignorant, not knowing that the painting was worth a fortune, and that she had just given it away so casually. But she was happy to take advantage of Qiao Qingshu.
"The old man is writing in his study. Why don't we take the painting with us and show it to him?"
Madam Xing was quite pleased with her calculations. If it were true, she would accept the painting, and Xiao Zhiheng would surely be happy.
Walking to the study, Qiao Qingshu said with a smile,
"The eldest master is indeed the most prestigious and learned man in our Xiao family. I didn't expect him to still be reading in his study. I'm sure he will be promoted again in the future."
Everyone loves to hear flattery, and even if you don't like the person who said it, Madam Xing's lips still curled up, and she felt quite pleased.
Upon reaching the door of the small study, she saw that the room was dark. Qiao Qingshu joked,
"Oh dear, what bad luck! Is the master already resting?"
Xiao Zhiheng would never have rested at this time in the past; it was his habit. He must have been tired and turned off the lights to take a short nap.
Qiao Qingshu was about to leave with the painting in her arms when Madam Xing stopped her. If she didn't look at the painting today, Qiao Qingshu might show it to someone else, and then the painting would not end up in her hands.
He grabbed Qiao Qingshu's hand and said,
"He must have been sleeping at the table for a while. I'll go in and check on him and wake him up. You wait here."
As they were talking, Madam Xing hurriedly stepped forward and pushed open the door. As soon as she entered the room, she stepped on something soft and fluffy.
She hurriedly instructed the maid outside to bring in a lantern. When she looked at the ground, she found a pile of clothes, both men's and women's.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Madam Xing's eyes as she shrieked at the maid.
"Hurry up and light the lamp!"
The room was instantly brightly lit, and Madam Xing strode in. She saw two people lying on the small couch in the inner room of the study, naked and embracing each other.
Madam Xing screamed like a raging lioness.
"Ah! You two adulterers! You two adulterers!"
Xiao Zhiheng was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by the scream. He rubbed his eyes and before he could see what was happening, someone pinched and twisted his body.
Before he could even cry out, an even more agonizing scream came from beside him.
"Ahhh!"
Madam Xing started hitting and kicking the woman, and even slapped her hard several times.
The woman was quite formidable; she shoved Madam Xing away forcefully, tore off her clothes and wrapped herself up, then stood by the bed holding a hairpin and pointing it at Madam Xing. Only then did Madam Xing dare not make any rash moves.
Seeing that she couldn't hit that little slut, Madam Xing screamed and yelled at Xiao Zhiheng.
"Xiao Zhiheng! I thought you were busy with official duties, but I didn't expect you to be playing around with women here! You won't get away with this until you give me an explanation today."
At this moment, Qiao Qingshu deliberately entered with her two maids behind her, and said urgently,
"Let's talk things out..."
Upon seeing the disheveled man and woman on the bed, Qiao Qingshu pretended to suddenly realize something and said...
"It seems that Shu'er has come at an inopportune time. Shu'er will take her leave now and come to see the painting again another day."
Xiao Zhiheng glanced at Qiao Qingshu casually, pulled his clothes up to his chest, but then shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.
Why was Lin Dong standing behind Qiao Qingshu when she walked in together? Shouldn't Lin Dong be next to her, also disheveled?
His eyes widened, he turned to look at the woman beside him, and screamed in fright.
"Ah! Who are you!"
Qiao Qingshu ignored the Xiao family patriarch's surprise, and simply turned around and deliberately said,
"Let's go as winter approaches."
Lin Dong glanced at the man on the bed with utter disgust, muttered "beast" in her heart, and then trotted out after Qiao Qingshu.
As Qiao Qing turned her head, a faint, triumphant smile appeared on her lips.
Madam Xing no longer cared about Qiao Qingshu and stepped forward to grab Xiao Zhiheng by the collar, saying...
"Explain yourself! Who is this little bitch?!"
Xiao Zhiheng was also confused at this moment. He thought that the person he was sleeping with was Lin Dong, so who was this alluring woman next to him now!
He looked at the woman and shouted as well.
"Who are you! How did you get into my study!"
Seeing Xiao Zhiheng's expression, Madam Xing assumed he was feigning ignorance and pinched him again.
"Stop pretending! Didn't you bring this bitch here yourself?!"
Xiao Zhiheng was speechless; he genuinely didn't know who this woman was, and his face was contorted with confusion.
The woman was straightening her clothes, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
"Why are you denying it, sir? Didn't you pay money to invite me from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion? I'm quite generous, paying a hundred taels of silver. So you can do whatever you want with me. Are you satisfied today?"
After saying that, she put her hand on the shoulder of the eldest son of the Xiao family again, and even leaned close to kiss his cheek.
Madam Xing was about to tear the woman apart when she saw the woman's expression suddenly turn sharp. The hairpin she had been clutching in her hand was now pointed at Madam Xing's neck, and she sneered.
"Master is good in every way, except for this jealous wife of yours. She's a real nuisance. If you call me here again next time, you'd better calm down this tigress first, otherwise it'll really spoil the fun."
After saying that, she picked up her coat from the ground, put the hairpin back in her hair, and walked out with a swagger.
A large group of maids and servants had already gathered outside, and thanks to Qiao Qingshu's publicity, people from the second, third, and fourth households had all come to watch the excitement.
The prostitute swayed her body seductively, her clothes loosely hanging on her body as she was not properly dressed. Her face was flushed from the act, and she looked as beautiful as a delicate flower about to be destroyed.
The third madam had just finished dinner, a toothpick dangling from her mouth, as she ate a piece of meat she had just picked out.
"Well, this old man is really bold, bringing a prostitute back to sleep with. Xing Yu must be furious."
The image of Madam Xing's furious expression flashed through her mind, and the Third Madam couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The fourth wife stood behind the third wife and said leisurely,
"The old man usually avoids people, so why is he being so flamboyant now? Is he deliberately trying to provoke Xing Yu?"
The third wife clapped her hands with joy.
"If that's the case, that would be really interesting!"
Madam Xing watched the arrogant, despicable woman's retreating figure and then proceeded to pinch Xiao Zhiheng repeatedly.
"How dare you! You've actually brought her home! You've shown me no respect at all, are you planning to bring that little slut into your home now?!"
Xiao Zhiheng was puzzled. He thought the woman was from Lindong! But how did that prostitute end up here?
Could someone be plotting to frame him?