After the scumbag cheated on me, I turned around and married the heir to a wealthy family.

"Well, if you find it difficult, you can tell me directly. It'll be okay." Mrs. Song smiled at her.

It is indeed a difficult task to complete a jewelry design from this child's scribbling drawing.

But she was unwilling to live up to the expectations of the people in front of her.

She wanted to give it a try.

"I know." Zhu Jin pretended to be relaxed, "Maybe I can fulfill your wish."

Mrs. Song pushed the box towards Zhu Jin, "Well, I believe you can do it. Is there anything you need my cooperation with?"

Zhu Jin asked while taking the graffiti from the box, "Do you remember when this painting was painted? Where is it?"

Time has passed so long that Zhu Jin is not sure how much Mrs. Song can still remember.

To Zhu Jin's surprise, Mrs. Song gave the answer she wanted almost without thinking.

"In the garden of Ji's villa."

"Well, in the spring."

Mrs. Song's voice was filled with strong emotions.

"At that time, he was away on a business trip, and I happened to have a design task, so I stayed at home to take care of the children."

"It's just that I didn't expect that this time of care would actually cost Jiaojiao her life."

Mrs. Song's voice couldn't stop trembling.

Zhu Jin put his hand on the back of the other person's hand to give him warmth, allowing him to calm down slowly.

"Sorry, I was too emotional." Mrs. Song calmed down her excitement.

Zhu Jin looked at the contents in his notebook and thought about it again and again.

"Do you have any photos of Ji's Garden?"

Most of what young children scribble on is what they see.

Therefore, Zhu Jin reasonably suspected that the contents of this painting came from what Mrs. Song's youngest daughter saw.

Perhaps, from this perspective, I can restore the content of this painting.

"Yes." Mrs. Song said, "You wait here, I will ask your uncle to get it. Or do you want to conduct an on-site inspection?"

After saying that, Mrs. Song added, "However, it may be different now than before."

These four words, things are right and people are different, are the most hurtful.

Zhu Jin didn't know how to comfort her, but fortunately, Uncle Gui came quickly and ran over in a short while holding a thick photo album.

Mrs. Song saw this and hurriedly warned her, "Uncle, please slow down, don't be in a hurry."

"Oh, it's okay. I'm still young."

"This photo album contains all the photos taken at Ji's house. However, it seems that there is no entire garden. If you need it, I can contact the master."

Madam Song paused while taking the photo album, "No need to trouble him. I have nothing to do with him anymore."

The smile on Uncle Gui's face was slightly bitter, "Oh, okay. You guys take a look first and tell me if you want anything else."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle Gui."

Mrs. Song opened the photo album, and her slender white fingers wandered over the already yellowed photos.

Zhu Jin's eyes followed that finger.

The decoration of Ji's villa is in the early Western castle style, with blue and white as the main colors.

A large garden ranges from lush and lush to a hundred flowers blooming.

It has to be said that the Ji family villa is one of the few that Zhu Jin has seen that allows the building to occupy the main area.

"I painted it here." Mrs. Song's fingers rested on the pavilion in the garden.

That photo shows Mrs. Song sitting in the pavilion holding a child.

In the photo, Mrs. Song, who is in her twenties, has a beautiful face, a bright smile on her face, and her whole body exudes the simplicity of not knowing the world.

This is completely different from the current Mrs. Song.

Although Mrs. Song in front of her was old, she was extremely well-maintained, and her face did not leave too many traces of time.

On the contrary, it is because of the accumulation of years that her whole body exudes an elegant and intellectual atmosphere.

"I like to draw design drawings here." Mrs. Song's fingertips rested on the child being held.

"You are a designer, so you should understand. There are places that can inspire you when designing."

Mrs. Song clicked on the pavilion in the photo, "This is my favorite place. That day, she accompanied me here to paint, or maybe she was making necklaces. I can't remember what I was doing." "

Zhu Jinzai looked at the garden scene in the photo carefully and couldn't help but frown.

There are no overly detailed objects on the graffiti paintings.

Zhu Jin picked up the graffiti and pointed at the green and brown mixture next to the necklace, "This should be the tree next to the pavilion."

"It's just that the content on her necklace doesn't seem to be in this photo."

"Is there any other angle?" Zhu Jin asked.

Mrs. Song hummed softly.

Later, Zhu Jin understood why Mrs. Song answered so quickly.

There are many photos in the album, most of them taken in the garden.

It can be seen that Mrs. Song really likes this pavilion and this garden.

After looking at the photos taken from different angles, Zhu Jin's frown deepened.

She just felt that no matter which photo it was, it seemed that it could not correspond to the content on the graffiti.

Especially the touch of blue on the graffiti necklace.

Blue flowers are rare in the garden, let alone bright blue flowers.

"Don't you have a clue?" Mrs. Song asked warmly.

Zhu Jin answered truthfully, "Other colors may be able to be replaced from photos. However, this color cannot be found at all."

Mrs. Song looked at the location pointed by Zhu Jin and couldn't help but frown.

"Can I look through your photo album?" Zhu Jin asked.

Mrs. Song handed over the photo album in her hand.

The two exchanged the items in their hands. Mrs. Song was looking at the graffiti, while Zhu Jin's attention was on the photo album.

Zhu Jin thought, maybe not in the garden, but somewhere else in the villa.

She thought she might be able to find the answer she wanted.

A quiet atmosphere spread between the two of them. No one spoke anymore, and there was only the rustling sound of turning pages in the air.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Jin's eyes rested on the last photo in the album.

This is the only single photo of Mrs. Song in the entire photo album.

She stood in the garden and looked towards the second floor of the villa.

What attracted Zhu Jin was the necklace around Mrs. Song's neck.

A simple hoop necklace with silver rings dotted with gemstones of different colors.

Each stone is carefully polished and individually designed to look different yet blend beautifully together.

Zhu Jin vaguely felt that he seemed to have found the answer he wanted.

"Grandma Song, do you still have this necklace?"

Mrs. Song turned her head to look, her brows furrowed slightly and then relaxed.

"The necklace is still there."

She seemed to have thought of something, and then added after a pause, "This necklace is the one I originally designed."