Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

"Pretty, isn't it?"

Upon hearing their praise, Old Master Ying was both pleased and proud, raising his chin high as if their compliments were the greatest honor for him.

His expression was smug, and he was overjoyed inside.

However, he didn't want to make it too obvious and wanted to maintain some of the integrity of the Ying family patriarch.

Hey.

"Brother Liu, take a look and see if this cursive script and the slender gold script are even better than yours."

He glanced at Liu Chong beside him and spoke calmly.

There was a hint of boasting in his words.

Liu Chong's old face darkened.

My gaze shifted once again to the flowing, cursive calligraphy scroll.

Everyone here is an old hand who has studied calligraphy for decades, so they won't make a mistake.

Indeed, in terms of penmanship, writing style, and the smoothness of the strokes, this cursive script is extremely perfect and beautiful.

He hadn't seen such beautiful handwriting in a long time.

He would have been generous with his praise for anyone else, but this person was none other than Ying Jishu, his mortal enemy of decades!

He was unconvinced, and he didn't want to say a single word of praise to him.

He frowned, and Yang Kaijiang, who was beside him, scoffed and spoke up for him.

"Hey Lao Ying, this isn't even your handwriting. What are you showing off for? Everyone knows your handwriting is about as bad as dog shit."

"that is."

Liu Chong echoed this.

"You didn't write this, so what are you so proud of?"

He scoffed dismissively, "None of you should believe this old man. I don't know where he got these things and is claiming them as his own."

"What do you mean by 'something that came from who-knows-where'?"

Old Master Ying was almost angered by his words, but he was in a good mood today and didn't care about such a mad dog.

It's because he doesn't have it, while he does.

That alone is enough for him to win.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, "This was actually written by me under the gazebo in my house, using my own paper, ink, and brush."

"Hmph. You're just jealous because you can't have the grapes. President, you have to be fair to me. Look at these two, what kind of tone and words are they saying? Who do they think they're looking down on?"

The president of the calligraphy association had already picked up the piece of calligraphy in the "Slender Gold" style and was slowly appreciating it.

After hearing what they said, he observed and pondered carefully, "Indeed, this paper and ink look like they belong to Old Ying's family."

Lao Ying has high standards; the Xuan paper he uses for painting and calligraphy is different from others. This paper was specially handmade by a master craftsman he found. It cost him money and time, and it also has its own unique markings, which are obvious at a glance.

"However, Lao Ying, this is definitely not your handwriting. By the way, who wrote this calligraphy? Tell us so everyone can see it. I haven't seen such beautiful cursive script in a long time. In my opinion, this cursive script should have been written by a girl, right?"

Liu Chong glanced at him disdainfully. "I'm afraid he won't dare to say it. He finally has a chance to show off, how could someone like him easily let go of such a good opportunity?"

This time, Grandpa Ying was really calm. No matter what he said, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

"It's nothing, this person is from the Ying family too."

He chuckled, "My grandson Yuchuan, he married me a wonderful granddaughter-in-law. That girl not only has excellent calligraphy skills, but she is also proficient in classical Chinese poetry, knowledgeable in geography and history, and eloquent. Such an amazing girl, I have to share her work with you all, right? Sigh, unlike some people, who are so sour."

Lu Luozhi: How come I didn't know it was so amazing?

They recognized every single word he said, every single sentence he uttered, but putting them together...

No, no, what is he saying?

His granddaughter-in-law?

"Yuchuan got married?"

Upon hearing this, the president exclaimed in surprise, "When did he get married? How come you've never mentioned it before?"

"Sigh, he doesn't want anyone to talk about it."

Grandpa Ying sighed dramatically, "In short, you can't be envious of my wonderful granddaughter-in-law, Brother Liu."

He looked at Liu Chong and said, "I heard that the wife your grandson married just sleeps at home all day, or goes shopping and having fun. She doesn't even know much about poetry. It's a pity you're not as lucky as me."

The more he spoke, the darker Liu Chong's face became.

He was gritting his teeth, his anger rising, but he could only suppress it and couldn't vent it.

Because everything he said was true.

His granddaughter-in-law is good for nothing but being lazy and demanding money. He just doesn't understand why his grandson was so blind to fall for a woman who has nothing and works as a waitress in a restaurant.

This is a disgrace to the Liu family.

Yang Kaijiang met his gaze.

Don't rush, let him handle it.

"Old man Ying, you're making such a big deal out of your granddaughter-in-law, but I don't know if it's true. I think it's just you flattering her. Flattery is something anyone can do, right?"

He sought support from the other members present.

Are you right?

"That's true. You're the only one talking about it; none of us have ever seen it."

"Yes, yes, yes, just listening to you isn't enough."

"..."

Others chimed in with their opinions.

Before he retired, Mr. Ying was a formidable figure in the business world. He's just old now, not blind.

How could someone as experienced as him not understand the meaning behind his words?

"So what do you want?"

He asked, feigning surprise.

"I didn't think anything of it."

Yang Kaijiang intentionally or unintentionally revealed his purpose: "In three days it will be Old Song's 80th birthday. He has invited all of us. If your granddaughter-in-law is really that amazing, then bring her over that day and let us see her. By the way, let Old Song also see the amazing person you're talking about."

Song Minghua is a towering figure in the domestic cultural relics and calligraphy and painting circles. Everyone in the industry knows his name. However, he has always been low-key and doesn't like to be famous.

It is truly an honor to be able to sit at the same table with him in this lifetime.

After listening, Old Master Ying pondered.

Liu Chong sneered at him, "You don't dare, do you? You don't dare to go out and embarrass yourself with your so-called granddaughter-in-law, right? Old man Ying, if you're scared, just say sorry, and we'll pretend nothing happened."

Grandpa Ying raised his white eyebrows with an air of authority.

Is he afraid?

joke.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll bring my granddaughter-in-law to the birthday banquet on time three days from now."

He smiled and said, "Brother Liu, I'm afraid it's you who wouldn't dare."

Liu Chong's face turned as black as soot. "Just you wait and see!"

He said he would make sure that damned old man Ying was thoroughly humiliated and never dared to appear in the calligraphy world again!