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Gong Jin led the group into a private room in the teahouse.

Appreciating antiques should naturally not be done in public.

Ji Yunshen placed the scroll and jade pendant on the table. He had already noticed the unfamiliar Ye Heng and Gong Jin's completely different demeanor.

His gaze lingered on Gong Jin's rosy face for a moment before turning to Gong Yichu, his tone filled with concern and surprise: "Mr. Gong, you look radiant today! Yichu, who is this...?"

He was somewhat wary. Yi Chu usually didn't have many male friends, but now a young man had appeared.

This is not a good sign.

Gong Yichu replied, "He is Ye Heng, the doctor who came to treat my grandfather."

"A doctor?" Ji Yun Shen quickly sized up Ye Heng, who looked far too young, and said sarcastically:

"He's barely in his early twenties, how good can his medical skills be? Old Master Gong needs to take care of his health; he can't be harmed by some quack doctors!"

"Young Master Ji." Gong Yichu's voice turned colder.

"Ye Heng cured my grandfather's illness before you arrived; he's not some quack!"

"That's right, didn't you say I looked well today? That's all thanks to young friend Ye!"

Hearing that both of them were speaking up for Ye Heng, Ji Yun Shen looked embarrassed.

At the same time, he was extremely jealous. When did Gong Yichu become so protective of him?

Gong Jin picked up the Ming Dynasty landscape painting from the table and opened it.

A landscape painting on silk unfolds before your eyes: in the foreground, pine trees and rocks are rugged and the ink is rich and moist; in the distance, peaks gradually disappear into the light mist, and clouds seem to flow in the blank spaces.

The painting is inscribed with the four characters "Xi Shan Qing Yuan" (meaning "clear and distant streams and mountains"), but the signature is blurred and difficult to decipher.

Gong Jin held the landscape painting, her fingertips gently brushing across the delicate Xuan paper, her eyes full of admiration: "Yun Shen, the texture of the rocks and the outlining of the water ripples are truly imbued with the spirit of antiquity... the artistic conception is wonderful."

Upon hearing this, Ji Yun Shen raised his chin slightly, a smug look on his lips.

He straightened his suit cuffs, his voice unconsciously rising a few decibels: "Gong Jin, you have excellent taste. I went through a lot of trouble, pulling strings at several levels, to get this from that retired Mr. Gu in Jiangnan."

He paused briefly, making a point of glancing to see if Gong Yichu was looking at him, before emphasizing his words, "The old gentleman retired long ago, let alone gifting a painting. This painting was acquired by him in his youth; the brushstrokes are powerful and the spirit is natural—it's an absolutely rare and authentic piece, a treasure among treasures! Countless people are eyeing it, and my acquisition of it is not just a matter of money."

Ye Heng had been listening quietly, his gaze lingering on the inscription and seals on the painting for a moment.

He frowned almost imperceptibly for a moment, then quickly regained his composure, but Ji Yunshen had already caught that subtle hesitation.

"What, Ye Heng?" Ji Yun Shen's smile turned colder, carrying a clear provocation, "You also know about painting? What brilliant insights do you have? Why not share them with everyone?"

The contempt in his tone was almost undisguised.

He had long disliked Ye Heng's always indifferent, knowing-it-all demeanor, especially now that he was at the height of his fame.

Ye Heng raised his eyes, his expression still calm: "Indeed, I have some observations. Young Master Ji's painting captures the artistic conception quite well, but upon closer inspection, the brushstrokes of the inscription show subtle differences from the truly refined and understated calligraphic style of Master Gu in his later years. The most crucial point is this seal."

He pointed to the vermilion seal in the corner of the painting, "The ink color is too light and doesn't sink, and the carving technique has lost some of its ancient charm. I was fortunate enough to see a detailed picture of the seal that Mr. Gu used in a special exhibition at the museum. There was a tiny natural stone texture chipped off the edge, but this one... is too perfect, so perfect that it doesn't look like an old seal that has gone through the years."

"This should be a forgery made by a master craftsman, no more than ten years old."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air seemed to freeze.

Gong Jin was stunned. She looked at the painting and then at Ye Heng, unsure of how to react.

He hesitated for a moment, though it was true that Ye Heng had saved him.

But that doesn't mean he also has the ability to appraise antiques!

Ji Yun Shen's face turned from red to green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

The atmosphere he painstakingly created, the "treasure" he was so proud of, was sentenced to death by Ye Heng in front of Gong Yichu with such a professional yet calm tone.

The feeling of humiliation was like boiling oil, instantly extinguishing reason.

"You're talking nonsense!" Ji Yun Shen suddenly took a step forward, his finger almost poking Ye Heng's nose. His previous composure vanished, replaced by a furious and ferocious expression.

"Ye Heng! Who do you think you are? You're just a nobody who shows off his shoddy knowledge! Do you even understand it? Huh? Have you ever seen an original? You're just spouting nonsense here!"

His voice grew louder and louder: "I think you're just jealous! Jealous that I got such a good thing, jealous that Gong Jin appreciated my painting! You have no ability of your own, so you come here to slander other people's treasures? I've seen plenty of despicable people like you!"

Spit almost flew out, Ji Yun Shen's face was contorted with anger, all his previous composure shattered.

Gong Jin tried to grab his arm: "Yun Shen, don't do this, let's talk this out..."

He then looked at Ye Heng and said, "Young friend Ye, antiques are different from other things; it's easy to be fooled. This painting doesn't seem like a fake to me!"

"Speak properly? What's the point of talking to someone who's deliberately sabotaging you!" Ji Yun Shen shoved Ye Heng away, his anger flaring even more. Completely disregarding the occasion, he only wanted to overwhelm Ye Heng with the harshest words. "I think you're just here to cause trouble! You're asking for it!"

Faced with the onslaught of rage and insults, Ye Heng simply stood quietly, his eyes as deep and unwavering as an ancient well.

"Whether it's a fake or not, just check it as I suggested, won't that be enough?"

"Whatever you say goes! Are you saying we have to believe everything you say?" Ji Yun Shen wouldn't listen at all.

Gong Yichu lowered his head and pondered for a long time before finally speaking.

"I remember now, my university professor did mention that the square seal used by Master Gu did indeed have a chipped section in the stone's texture!"

Because of her family background, she was exposed to antiques and collectibles from a young age, so she chose a related major after entering university.

These are extremely detailed things that are generally not taught in university courses.

This was something her teacher casually mentioned when expanding on a topic in class.

So it took her a long time to remember.

Gong Yichu looked at Ye Heng with some suspicion. Could it be that besides his superb medical skills, he also had such a good eye for antiques?

How is that possible!

Both of these require a very long period of time to mature before reaching a certain level.

It's already extremely rare to have mastered even one skill! The possibility of mastering both at the same time is incredibly low, let alone for someone so young.

"Then let's do as Yichu says!"

Ji Yunshen was very confident; he was certain that Ye Heng was talking nonsense.

He must have deliberately claimed that his painting was fake in order to show off in front of Gong Yichu.

Gong Jin then spread the painting out and placed it flat on the table so that everyone could see it.