This antique appraisal genius no longer needed Wang Qianqian's explanation, Song Ye guessed it, "Meng Ziheng."
"Well, that's right." Wang Qianqian nodded, sighed softly and continued: "The big family has many branches, and everyone wants to strive for the top. Even the head family has to constantly bear the pressure of competition among the same clan. And this generation of the Meng family head The successor of Meng Ziheng is Meng Ziheng. It is said that Meng Ziheng wrote poems at the age of three and wrote essays at the age of five. He emerged at an antique appraisal conference at the age of seven. He was called a natural antique genius by the outside world. The old man of the Meng family devoted all his efforts to cultivating , and Meng Ziheng has lived up to expectations and become more and more effective. It’s just that Meng Ziheng did something recently that angered Mr. Meng."
"Huh? What is it?" This time, it was Xiang Qing who asked first. She was fascinated by the story and couldn't wait to hear the rest.
Wang Qianqian winked at her strangely and said with a wicked smile: "Because he refused the marriage appointed by Mr. Meng and refused to get married."
"Ah?" Xiang Qing was stunned for a moment and didn't react. After thinking about it, she felt something was wrong, "Isn't Meng Ziheng just sixteen years old like us? Isn't he still old enough to get married?"
"Hehe, it's not just about getting married. Mr. Meng wants Meng Ziheng to have a baby as soon as possible." Wang Qianqian smiled treacherously, and her words made Xiang Qing blush again, saying it was impossible.
"Hey, this thing sounded ridiculous to me at first, but my dad said that Mr. Meng has seen too many antiques, and his thoughts are the same as those of old antiques. Several generations of the Meng family got married and had children at the age of fifteen. Spread the branches early and strengthen the family bloodline. Meng Ziheng is known as a genius, and Mr. Meng wishes he could have more little geniuses." When Wang Qianqian said this, she spread her hands and shrugged, "But it's very difficult. It’s a pity that Meng Ziheng didn’t want it, and even told the entire antique circle that he didn’t like women, which made the old man almost have a heart attack.”
"Ah? He really said that?" Xiang Qing covered her mouth and was so surprised by the twists and turns of the story that she kept shouting, "This Meng Ziheng is too ridiculous. Even if he refuses marriage, he can't say that he doesn't like women, right? It sounds so misleading.”
Indeed, in this era, a sixteen-year-old boy, let alone being in love, would blush for a long time even if he holds a small hand. The old tradition of the Meng family is inherently difficult. What is even more unacceptable than puppy love is homosexuality. One can imagine how much impact Meng Ziheng's words will have on the reputation of the Meng family.
"Then what?" Song Ye asked after hearing this part of the story. She felt that the matter would not end like this.
"Then..." Wang Qianqian turned her head, smiled and lengthened her tone, buying a sec before releasing the most exciting content, "Then things got even more ridiculous. Meng Ziheng is the only hope for the main line of the Meng family, and even more so for the antique world. The most eye-catching genius, every move will affect the rise and fall of the future antique world. The Meng family refused to give up, fearing that Meng Ziheng would really fall in love with a man, so they sent a young man to Meng Ziheng's room the next day. They heard that Meng Ziheng Heng was so angry that he smashed all the four treasures of his study."
These gossips can arouse the curiosity of girls the most. When Wang Qianqian got drunk in Wang Yutang, many of them danced and danced.
Xiang Qing's mouth opened wide when she heard it, and she didn't know what expression to make. She just felt that everything she heard was like a novel about an ancient mansion.
But Song Ye understood the depth of Wang Qianqian's worries.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Ye returned to the dormitory, opened the door, and saw a slender figure standing motionless at the table. He was wearing a gray robe. The four treasures of the study were spread in front of the table. The wolf-hair pen was held at his fingertips. Painting with concentration, stroke by stroke.
If he hadn't confirmed that he was in the 21st century, Song Ye would have thought he was seeing an ancient person, a scholar who was full of books.
Meng Ziheng grew up in a scholarly family since he was a child. He has been influenced by reading and reading, and has a natural aura of luxury. The robe worn on him is more suitable for him than the school uniform. Between his lowered brows and eyes, his expression is calm and peaceful. Like fresh daffodils blooming in the water, they are scorching bright and clear.
Song Ye didn't bother him. He sat in the living room playing with his mobile phone and sent a message asking Yunhua to investigate the news about the Meng family.
After a while, there was only a slight sound and footsteps. Before Song Ye could get up, he raised his head and met Meng Ziheng's eyes.
"What are you doing here?" He frowned slightly, looking at Song Ye still wearing today's school uniform, and said with a somewhat unhappy expression: "Please pay attention to personal hygiene in the house."
Um... Okay, this person is also a mysophobic master.
"Yeah." Song Ye was noncommittal and stood up from the sofa before going into the bedroom to get a change of clothes and take a shower.
When she passed by Meng Ziheng, the other person's eyes fell on her mobile phone, and her brows furrowed again, "You..."
"Huh?" Song Ye paused and looked sideways.
At close range, Song Ye's delicate face was even fairer and flawless, and too beautiful. Meng Ziheng only glanced at it, then turned away and said coldly, "It's nothing." Then, he turned around and opened the door to leave. go.
In the past, Song Ye only thought that rich young men like Meng Ziheng had serious delusions about being murdered. After listening to Wang Qianqian's words tonight, he somewhat understood why he was so cold to him.
However, since everyone was on the same page, there was no need for her to explain anything. She walked into the bedroom and admired the superb paintings on the other party's desk, then took something to take a shower.
Late at night, at the Maoshan base, Qin Zhan received a call from Wang Zhengnan while working.
"Hey, veteran team member, if I had known earlier, I should have kept you here for two more days."
Hearing his complaint, Qin Zhan reacted immediately, "What's wrong with him?" Naturally, he was referring to Song Ye.
After doing something bad in the afternoon, he rushed back to the base with a guilty conscience, fearing that he would be caught by the shrewd kid. However, after waiting for a long time, he did not receive a call from the kid. Instead, he received a complaint call from Wang Zhengnan.
"Your precious little brother kicked a student in the cafeteria this afternoon. He broke three ribs with his kick. The parent's repeated dunks on him almost annoyed me to death."
"Hit someone..." Qin Zhan paused with the pen in his hand. His first reaction was that he was happy. If he could hit someone, at least his health would be fine.
"Hey, why do I feel like you're smiling?" Wang Zhengnan was puzzled and shouted on the other end of the phone.
Qin Zhan turned the tip of his pen, tapped the table with his cap, and said firmly: "What did the other party do? A kid won't hit someone for no reason." Although Song Ye looked cold, his actions were always justified, not Ordinary naughty kid.