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"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore." I waved my hand, set down my teacup, and casually brought up, "Speaking of antiques, I've recently become quite interested in Ming Dynasty Blue-and-White Porcelain. What about you, Jiaojiao? Do you have any favorites?" I observed Lin Jiaojiao's expression, a barely noticeable smile playing at the corners of my mouth.
Upon hearing my question, a flicker of panic crossed Lin Jiaojiao's eyes, but she quickly masked it and replied with feigned calmness, "I... I'm more interested in Tang Sancai. I think their colors are very vibrant and the shapes are quite unique." As she spoke, she secretly watched my reaction.
"Tang Sancai, huh..." I elongated my tone, pretending to ponder for a moment before continuing, "Tang Sancai does have its unique characteristics, but genuine pieces are hard to come by. Most on the market are replicas. You should be careful not to get scammed, Jiaojiao."
My seemingly casual remark made Lin Jiaojiao's heart race suddenly. She nodded with feigned composure, lifting her teacup to mask her unease, though her fingers gripping the cup turned slightly white.
I took all of this in with amusement while maintaining a neutral expression. I set down my teacup, stood up, and walked over to the Antique Display Shelf. Pointing at a Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase displayed there, I said, "Jiaojiao, come take a look at this Blue-and-White Porcelain. I just acquired it recently; what do you think—real or fake?"
Hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao hurriedly got up and walked over to me, scrutinizing the Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase closely. Although she had done some research, it was superficial at best; she couldn't tell its authenticity. She forced herself to think of something to say but found her mind blank.
Seeing Lin Jiaojiao's flustered state only made me feel more triumphant. I deliberately lowered my voice and spoke in a mysterious tone, "This Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase has quite an impressive background; they say..."
I intentionally kept Lin Jiaojiao in suspense as I elaborated on the vase's origins in an exaggerated manner. Lin Jiaojiao listened intently, completely led by my narrative.
"So what do you think, Jiaojiao? Did you figure anything out?" I asked with a smile, my eyes glinting with mischief.
"Uh... I..." Lin Jiaojiao stammered, unable to articulate her thoughts.
"Hehe, it seems your understanding of antiques isn't quite deep enough yet, Jiaojiao." I chuckled as I patted her shoulder lightly, my tone laced with subtle mockery.
Lin Jiaojiao's face paled; she opened her mouth to defend herself but found no words would come out.
I took note of Lin Jiaojiao's reaction and smirked inwardly. I knew my objective had been achieved.
Turning back to my seat, I leisurely sipped my tea and ignored Lin Jiaojiao from then on.
Lin Jiaojiao stood in place, her face alternating between pale and flushed, feeling so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to hide in.
The atmosphere in the room became subtle. Aunt Wang, noticing this, tactfully found an excuse to leave.
Only Lin Jiaojiao and I remained in the room.
I set down my teacup and looked sharply at Lin Jiaojiao, saying each word clearly, "Lin Jiaojiao, you better remember your identity and not covet what doesn't belong to you."
"You're right, Auntie. I was just... a bit curious," Lin Jiaojiao replied, her expression changing slightly but quickly returning to a pitiful demeanor as she lowered her eyes submissively. She reached out to take the teacup from my hand but I gently avoided her.
Lin Jiaojiao's hand froze in mid-air; she awkwardly withdrew it, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her clothes, her gaze flickering as she dared not meet my eyes.
I observed every subtle movement of hers and understood. It seemed my suspicion was correct; this Lin Jiaojiao indeed had issues.
Soon, a lavish spread filled the dining table, colorful and aromatic, making one’s mouth water.
"Come on, Jiaojiao, try this Squirrel Fish; it's Aunt Wang's specialty." I warmly invited Lin Jiaojiao while turning to Aunt Wang to praise her, "Aunt Wang's cooking is getting better and better."
"You're too kind, Madam. It's just an old recipe," Aunt Wang said with a smile, though a hint of worry was hard to conceal in her eyes as she glanced between me and Lin Jiaojiao, hesitating to speak.
"Aunt Wang, please sit down and eat with us. We won't be able to finish all this food," I said with a smile.
"That won't do, Madam..." Aunt Wang quickly waved her hands in refusal.
"It's fine, Aunt Wang, just sit down and eat with Auntie," Lin Jiaojiao echoed, though a hint of smugness flickered in her eyes.
Seeing this, Aunt Wang had no choice but to find a spot at the dining table and sit down. However, she kept her head lowered, silently eating her meal and rarely speaking.
I leisurely ate my food while discreetly observing Lin Jiaojiao.
It seemed that Lin Jiaojiao was unaware of my intentions; she was enjoying her meal and occasionally chatted with me, her words filled with concern and admiration for me.
If I hadn't already known her true nature, I might have been deceived by her seemingly innocent demeanor.
"By the way, Auntie, when is the charity auction you mentioned last time?" Lin Jiaojiao suddenly asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
"On the eighth of next month," I replied, putting down my chopsticks and picking up a napkin to wipe my mouth, speaking in a calm manner.
"Can I go with A-Cheng?" Lin Jiaojiao asked cautiously, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Of course, you are A-Cheng's wife, so you can naturally go with him," I said with a smile, though my tone revealed no hint of emotional fluctuation.
"Thank you, Auntie!" Lin Jiaojiao exclaimed happily, a radiant smile spreading across her face.
Watching her ecstatic expression, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
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