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I turned to Lin Jiaojiao, who was sitting upright, her gaze fixed on the scenery rushing by outside the window. However, her delicate fingers were tightly gripping her handbag, the knuckles turning slightly white.
"Jiaojiao, you seem a bit nervous?" I asked with a smile, a hint of concern in my tone.
Lin Jiaojiao snapped back to reality, tugging at the corners of her mouth to reveal a forced smile. "No, I'm just... a bit curious about the antique shop."
"Curiosity is a good thing; it shows you still have a desire to explore," I said with a smile, my tone meaningful. "However, antiques can be quite complex; it's not something you can navigate just with curiosity."
The smile on Lin Jiaojiao's face stiffened slightly. Her eyes flickered for a moment before she quickly regained her composure. "Mom is right; I will learn more."
I nodded and fell silent, turning my gaze back to the window.
The car stopped in front of a shop with an antique decor. I was the first to get out, with Lin Jiaojiao following closely behind.
"Welcome!" A spirited elderly man dressed in a Tang Suit greeted us with a smile. "Is this your first time visiting our shop? What would you like to see?"
"Boss, we're just browsing," I replied with a smile as I walked straight into the shop.
Inside the shop, an array of antiques was neatly displayed, each exuding a sense of historical weight.
As I admired these antiques, I discreetly observed Lin Jiaojiao's reactions.
I noticed her gaze wandering; she seemed uninterested in the antiques and appeared somewhat distracted.
"Jiaojiao, what do you think of this piece of porcelain?" I picked up a Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase and held it out in front of Lin Jiaojiao.
"Ah? Oh..." Lin Jiaojiao snapped back to reality. She took the vase, glanced at it casually, and replied dismissively, "It's quite pretty."
I observed Lin Jiaojiao's reaction and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
It seemed her understanding of antiques was limited to just "pretty."
"Boss, how much is this porcelain?" I set the vase down and turned to ask the shopkeeper.
"This lady has a great eye! This is Blue-and-White Porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, specifically from the Chenghua Period, worth a fortune!" The shopkeeper said with a smile, gesturing a number with his fingers.
I raised my eyebrows in feigned surprise. "So expensive?"
"You get what you pay for!" The shopkeeper chuckled. "This is a genuine article; you won't find many like it on the market!"
I nodded without saying anything further and turned my gaze back to Lin Jiaojiao, smiling as I asked, "Jiaojiao, what do you think?"
Lin Jiaojiao's expression changed slightly. She opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitated.
I chuckled inwardly and continued, "If you like it, why not buy it?"
"No, no, it's fine, Mom." Lin Jiaojiao quickly waved her hand. "I was just looking casually; I didn't intend to buy anything."
"It's fine, if you like it, just buy it. You don't need to save money for me," I said with a smile, my tone leaving no room for doubt.
Lin Jiaojiao's expression darkened further; she bit her lip but ultimately did not refuse again.
I knew she must hate me right now.
However, that was exactly the result I wanted.
I wanted her to understand that in this house, I was the true mistress.
I took in Lin Jiaojiao's expression, and my smile deepened. The more anxious she became, the more pleased I felt. I picked up the Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase and examined it closely, as if appreciating a piece of art rather than a mere tool for show.
"Excuse me, could you please wrap this vase for me?" I said casually, though my tone carried an undeniable authority.
"Sure thing!" the shopkeeper replied with a broad smile, quickly starting to wrap the vase.
Lin Jiaojiao stood to the side, her expression fluctuating between anger and despair, her hands tightly clenched, her nails nearly digging into her skin. She seemed on the verge of saying something but dared not contradict me, suppressing all her anger and resentment deep inside.
I observed everything without a hint of guilt.
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