Chapter 301: Looking down at the pattern on the tiles, Huo Chuchu always started crying. (1)

Chapter 301: Looking down at the pattern on the tiles, Huo Chuchu always started crying. (1)

Gu Shishi arrived at her art studio and started her busy day.

It was already 8 AM when Huo Sishen finally walked out of his own bedroom after he had washed up, changed, and went to the dining room to have breakfast.

He didn’t say a word but he was an hour later than normal.

Even Mr. Chef remained silent.

Siyi was the one who finally came to pick him up. Siyi felt that pigs must be flying.

His boss did not go for his morning jog.

His boss was late having breakfast.

In fact… he hasn’t even arrived at the office yet and was already thinking about skipping out early that evening.

“Give me another list of all the most recent movies that are showing right now.

“Book for tonight.”

Siyi acknowledged quietly.

He didn’t make the movie last time. He wanted to make it up to her.

Huo Sishen didn’t notice anything unusual. Settling down in the backseat of the car, he flipped through the document that he had started but never finished from the night before.

“Push the morning meeting back by an hour.”

He hasn’t had a chance to look over the materials yet.

Siyi, “……”

And that’s how the emperor stopped attending his morning meeting… Boss, could you have fallen any further?

He didn’t want to point out the fact that he hasn’t even gotten married yet.

At this rate, what was it going to be like after he had gotten married?

The Chen’s residence, at the same time.

Most of guests had trickled in.

Chen Kexin, following behind her grandmother, brought the guests into her grandmother’s showroom for her collections.

Almost all families who were close to the Chen’s knew that Old Mrs. Chen loved all traditional arts.

Her collection ranged from jade and other gemstones to wood carving, ink painting to even some antique porcelain or wooden furniture.

Every time she came across some rare items, she would invite her good friends over to appreciate them and have a small-scale tea party.

Every once so often, she would organize bigger events within the circle and invite celebrities and expert appraisers to join and appreciate her collections.

For a collector, showing off their collections was a very important ritual.

From how the collections came about, how they have run into these collections, and even how they had such a good eye and was able to pick out a hidden gem from a booth somewhere.

Not only would they show off the items, they also needed to tell the stories behind them.

As such, other collectors and artists in the circle needed not only to come join the event, but also provide the host with appropriate commentary and sometimes even to appraise the authenticity and value of the item and let the host know whether she had truly gotten a good deal on the item.

And, if the item was indeed authentic, then the others, whether they understood it or not, would also need to chime in and flatter the host’s good eyes.

Even if it was fake, they would still need to say something nice before the experts announce their final verdict so that the host wouldn’t feel too embarrassed afterward.

Old Mrs. Chen, apparently, was very confident today. She had invited over most of the prominent families.

“Please, take a look around.”

“I’ve met a rare gem this year and was lucky enough to get my hands of a few of her works.”

Speaking of paintings, there weren’t a lot of paintings in the room but there were at least over ten of them.

They were scattered around the room either sitting on easels or hung up on the wall having turned into scrolls. They were spaced out stylishly in the room and there were also some jade ware adorning the room.

“Grandma Wencheng.”

Old Mrs. Chen might be old but her eyes were sharp.

“Mother Wencheng, you have arrived.”

The Chen’s and the Huo’s were rivals of sort and the two of them were never close with each other.

In addition, after the Huo’s accidents back in the days and, with only young children and women left, the Huo’s had stopped attending a lot of the gatherings.

Most of the times, the Huo’s were not invited to gatherings among friends.

Nevertheless, thinking that Gu Shishi was about to marry Huo Sishen, Old Mrs. Chen extended her invitation to the Huo’s over specifically, wanting to smooth the relationship between her new adopted granddaughter and the Huo’s.

The Huo’s might feel that their older son was cursed but, as they had arranged for a fiancée for him, they must not have entirely severed their relationship with him.

Old Mrs. Chen figured that Gu Shishi would not have the backing from the Gu’s but it wouldn’t be so bad if she could have some affection from the Huo’s.

She immediately put on a smile toward Grandma and Mother Huo, whom she didn’t usually hang out with.