There are many types of flowers and plants here, and they are neatly organized.
Jiang Zhihao felt guilty inside, but couldn't tell others.
He looked towards the kitchen, and even through the wall, he could still feel Wang Yingjun's joy.
The joy was not because the guest came, but because he came.
Zhong Jiawei is right. For Wang Yingjun, she is the most trustworthy person in the world and the person she wants to rely on the most.
And what about yourself?
Due to various reasons, I can only actively choose to stay away and not dare to have too many interactions.
To put it nicely, you did this for family responsibilities, but to put it worse, you have abandoned this poor and respectable woman.
Jiang Zhihao knows how much Wang Yingjun has suffered for herself.
She has been in pain since the beginning of the Li family, but she silently bore all the pain alone without telling anyone.
Later, when she became pregnant with Jiang Zhihao's child, she must have been very frightened and didn't know what to do and what not to do.
Later, the child was gone, which was an indescribable and huge blow to this woman who had accepted to be a mother.
Sometimes Jiang Zhihao feels that perhaps amnesia is a good thing for Wang Yingjun.
She was so pitiful in the first half of her life. Losing her memory would certainly cause panic, but it could avoid remembering those painful things.
Zhong Jiawei noticed Jiang Zhihao's strange expression and asked, "Why don't you seem unhappy? Did Miss Wang's flowers get mixed up somewhere?"
"It's quite good." Jiang Zhihao sighed and said, "I just think she's too boring to be alone. When you have nothing to do, please come and spend more time with her."
Zhong Jiawei looked at him and then hummed.
After a long time, Wang Yingjun took the freshly made flower cake and invited everyone into the house to taste it.
The living room is very freshly decorated, with her flower arrangements everywhere, and the fragrance of flowers fills the air.
After entering the house, Jiang Zhihao saw the painting by Zhang Daqian at first sight.
That was his gift to Wang Yingjun, worth tens of millions.
Wang Yingjun liked it very much, but did not accept it. Instead, she copied one and wrote on it in her own handwriting, "I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit."
The painting hanging here now was copied by Wang Yingjun.
Looking at the familiar words, Jiang Zhihao felt even more emotional.
Jiang Xinyue also noticed it and asked curiously: "Sister Wang, did you also paint this painting?"
"It seems so, I don't remember." Wang Yingjun replied.
Zhong Jiawei explained: "This is a painting by Zhang Daqian, which is very valuable."
"Zhang Daqian? But the words on it look a bit like a woman's." Jiang Xinyue stuck out her tongue and said, "Could it be that Sister Wang wrote on it? That would greatly reduce the value of this painting."
Zhong Jiawei said: "How could it be? The painting is a painting, the calligraphy is a calligraphy, and I think the calligraphy is very beautiful."
Jiang Xinyue said: "What's the use of beautiful writing? Just like Emperor Qianlong liked calligraphy and painting, he always stamped his various seals on it. The painting with the most, he stamped hundreds of seals on. The painting is very famous.
Emperor Qianlong is more famous, but paintings with stamps are worthless."
"You can't say that." Jiang Zhihao said: "Not everything must be measured by money. Money is just one of the tools used to measure value. Making yourself happy is the same. No matter how much money you have,
, you can’t buy back your own joy, this is the most priceless thing.”
"Well, you are the boss, whatever you say is right." Jiang Xinyue shrugged, not intending to argue with him.