Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

Shen Rongche led Zhang Mo'er around, and then the two returned to the living room.

"What did you find?"

Zhang Moer shook her head.

"It doesn't seem to be any different from the European-style villas I've seen. Maybe it's because my skills are still relatively small, so I can't see anything."

Shen Rongche said with a smile: "It's no big deal, I've been here a few times, and I haven't noticed anything."

Zhang Mo'er saw the oil painting on the wall, so she walked over, and Shen Rongda Che followed behind her.

"The world's top ten famous oil paintings, "The Boy Playing the Flute", the famous painting of Manet, a famous painter in the French Impressionist school, created the Impressionist painting style."

Zhang Moer murmured.

"He was the first to bring the light and color of the Impressionist style into figure painting."

Shen Rongche continued.

Then the two looked at each other.

"Is this true?"

Zhang Mo'er asked cautiously, after all, with Shen Rongche's wealth, it shouldn't be difficult to make such a painting.

However, Shen Rongche said bluntly: "Fake."

"what?"

Zhang Mo'er was very surprised that Shen Rongche actually hung a fake painting on the wall, which didn't suit his style at all.

"The real painting is in the collection." Shen Rongche explained casually.

Zhang Moer nodded with a smile.

"I thought it was real, I wanted to touch it just now."

"If you want to touch the truth, I will take you there another day."

Shen Rongche said indifferently.

Zhang Mo'er was stunned by Shen Rongche's words.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Shen Rongche smiled, "What did you lie to you for?"

Zhang Mo'er immediately shook her head, "Architecture and art are not separate, I still don't want to play with great works of art."

Shen Rongche took Zhang Mo'er into the study.

"There are so many books here. It must have taken a lot of effort to transport these things up."

Zhang Mo'er sighed.

"Just look around."

Shen Rongche sat at the table, opened the ancient book he was reading before, and continued to read, he felt that there must be something in this book, but he hadn't seen it yet.

Zhang Mo'er nodded and turned around in front of the bookshelf.

This bookshelf is as wide as an entire wall. Zhang Mo'er conservatively estimates that there must be thousands of books here.

She randomly pulled out a book, which coincidentally happened to be about architecture.

Inside are the greatest buildings in the world.

Zhang Mo'er flipped through the pages. She had read the book and put it back.

He took out another book and opened it, the history of European architecture?
Zhang Moer feels very strange, why is it all about architecture?
She walked to another grid and pulled out another book, "Architectural Design Theory".

"Strange, why is it all about architecture?"

Zhang Mo'er murmured.

"What did you say?"

Shen Rongche heard Zhang Mo'er's muttering, and he asked.

Zhang Mo'er pointed to the bookshelf and asked, "Why are they all books about architecture? Does your father also like architecture?"

Shen Rongche pointed to the other side, "It's not all about architecture, there are others over there."

Zhang Mo'er walked over and pulled out a copy of "General Theory of Economics".

Sure enough, it wasn't all about construction, Zhang Mo'er's doubts gradually receded.

She thought Shen Rongche's father was a hidden master architect just now.

Zhang Mo'er walked to Shen Rongche's side, "What is this?"

Shen Rongche handed it to Zhang Mo'er.

"Look, if you can see anything."

Zhang Mo opened the book, and what appeared in front of her eyes was the page Shen Rongche read just now.

It only took Zhang Mo'er a few seconds to see the clue.

"Isn't this the design drawing of this villa?"

Shen Rongche nodded.

"I found it too. I think there are clues in this book, but I haven't found anything for the time being. You can read it."

Zhang Mo'er flipped through the book quickly, her face became more and more serious, her eyebrows were tightly knit.

"what happened?"

Shen Rongche saw Zhang Mo'er's change and asked worriedly.

Zhang Mo'er didn't speak, and quickly flipped through the book with her fingers, not letting go of a single page from the beginning to the end.

Then she saw a faint imprint in the lower right corner of the title page.

On the top is Xiaozhuan, which says Le Shuxin.

Her heart seemed to be stagnant, Zhang Mo'er looked at these Xiaozhuan motionless.

"Mo'er?"

Shen Rongche held Zhang Moer's cold hand with worried eyes.

He looked at those Xiao Zhuan with doubts in his eyes.

Zhang Mo'er gradually came back to her senses, and said tremblingly, "Ah Che, everything here is my uncle's design."

Shen Rongche was also a little surprised for a moment, but he quickly asked calmly: "How did you see that?"

Zhang Mo'er pointed to the words above, and said, "Le Shuxin is the name my uncle gave me. He told me when I was a child, and he said that only he and I know this name."

"He also said that he would sign this name on his favorite work."

Zhang Mo'er's voice trembled a little.

"But my uncle has passed away for many years, how could his book appear in your father's villa?"

Shen Rongche's face became more serious.

how so?What is going on here?
His father had nothing to do with Zhang Mo'er's uncle, so how could there be any contact.

Zhang Mo'er suddenly thought of something, she asked anxiously.

"Ache, when did your father die?"

"When I was four years old, 22 years ago."

Zhang Mo'er's eyes froze, "No, the time is not right. When I was four years old, my uncle was 20 years old. My mother said that when my uncle was 20 years old, he had already won a design award and made his mark."

"When my uncle passed away, I was 25 years old and your father had been dead for nine years."

"This book is very precious to him, and it is impossible for him to give this book to others at will."

"But how did this book end up here?"

The villa was very quiet, the two of them just faced each other without speaking.

Afterwards, Shen Rongche said in a slightly cold tone: "Perhaps my father is not dead."

When he thought of this, sweat broke out in his hands unconsciously.

He had never thought about this guess before, but if it was true, some things seemed to be explained.

For example, after many years, a lawyer suddenly appeared and told him that this villa was left to him by his father. Did he only appear when he was a well-deserved overlord in the business world?
Why did An Lin abandon him back then?
Is it also because he suspects that his father is not dead?
One question after another swirled in Shen Rongche's mind.

Zhang Mo'er held Shen Rongche's hand back, "Are you okay?"

Shen Rongche shook his head with a smile, "I have gained a lot tonight, thanks to you, Mo'er."

What Zhang Mo'er was more concerned about was whether Shen Rongche would feel sad because of this incident.