Chapter 6

Fake painting?

Everyone looked at Han Jianfeng in surprise.

"Rubbish!"

"I spent over 300,000 on this painting, buying it from a wastrel."

"Look, the sun, how big and round it is. Look at the sea, how blue and deep it is."

"I even consulted several experts, including the famous Master Ghost Eye, and they all said it's genuine."

Seeing the relatives questioning him, Han Jianfeng felt his scalp tingle: "They all said it's worth over 3 million."

"How can it be fake in your mouth?"

"Ye Fei, I demand an apology, right now."

He was outwardly fierce but inwardly timid: "Or else, there will be consequences."

"That's right, you can eat anything, but you can't say anything recklessly."

Tang Fenghua also looked at Ye Fei with disdain: "You, a househusband, know nothing about paintings and calligraphy."

The relatives, who were just shocked, realized they had been fooled by Ye Fei upon hearing this.

How could a useless person, supported by the Tang family, possibly understand such profound paintings and calligraphy?

If he were truly capable, he wouldn't have to be a son-in-law to bring good luck.

"Ye Fei, if you don't understand, just shut up. Don't defame Jianfeng."

"Right, you should know your place. Pretending to be an expert, can you even tell what's good or bad?"

"Someone who can't even find a job, also dares to say the painting is fake?"

"Master Ghost Eye is the top expert in authentication. If he says it's real, it must be real."

Dozens of relatives became agitated, mercilessly mocking Ye Fei, their voices particularly harsh.

Tang Ruoxue's face was very embarrassed, and she didn't even have the energy to scold him.

When will Ye Fei stop being so useless?

She was mentally exhausted.

Ye Fei kept a calm face: "Dad is an antique collector and has identified countless paintings and calligraphy."

"Let Dad take a look, and we'll know if it's real or not."

Han Jianfeng's heart skipped a beat, feeling a bit hesitant.

Besides Ye Fei's calmness, the fact was that he didn't spend 330,000 on this painting, but only 30,000.

Although the seller repeatedly assured him it was genuine, he always felt a bit uncertain.

After all, it was too easy to get something so cheap.

Now, his unease grew even more.

Could there really be something wrong with the painting?

"What are you all fussing about?"

At this moment, a stern woman's voice came from the doorway: "On such a good day, what does it look like to make a fuss like a market?"

Lin Qiuling entered with her husband Tang SanGuo.

A woman in her forties, yet time had left few marks on her face.

She was beautiful, with fair skin and a lingering womanly charm. If her age weren't mentioned, she would easily be mistaken for someone in her early thirties outside.

It was rumored that Lin Qiuling was a great beauty in Zhonghai in her youth, with more suitors than she could count on both hands and feet.

Tang Ruoxue and her two sisters inherited her looks.

However, she was known for her aggressive and domineering style, being the owner of a large clinic, and she was equally domineering both inside and outside the family.

Even Tang SanGuo followed her orders.

Therefore, when Lin Qiuling entered, the entire room fell silent instantly.

Han Jianfeng pointed at Ye Fei and complained: "Mom, I didn't start it. It's that idiot Ye Fei who said the painting I bought for you is fake."

"Isn't he defaming my reputation?"

He looked aggrieved.

Ye Fei spoke calmly: "It is fake."

"Shut up, what do you know?"

Tang Ruoxue angrily pulled on Ye Fei's sleeve: "Don't make a fool of yourself, okay?"

Although she wanted Ye Fei to save face for her, as Han Jianfeng said, how could Ye Fei possibly understand antiques and paintings?

Lin Qiuling glanced at Ye Fei with disgust and sat down with Tang SanGuo at the main seat: "Bring the painting over."

She pointed at Han Jianfeng: "Let me and your father take a look."

Tang SanGuo was fond of collecting antiques, and Lin Qiuling had learned a bit from him.

Han Jianfeng hurriedly handed over "Moon Over the Sea."

Tang SanGuo and Lin Qiuling carefully examined the painting.

After three minutes, Tang SanGuo whispered something in Lin Qiuling's ear.

Lin Qiuling looked at Han Jianfeng, her expression displeased.

Han Jianfeng felt like dying; this clearly meant the painting was a forgery.

Tang Ruoxue also caught this look and felt a surge of hope. Could Ye Fei really be turning his luck around?

But Lin Qiuling's next words poured cold water on Tang Ruoxue's hopes.

"This painting is genuine, a solid work by Wu Daozi."

Lin Qiuling stared directly at Ye Fei, her face stern: "Ye Fei, with your shallow knowledge and lack of achievement, don't comment on antiques and make a fool of yourself."

"You defamed your brother-in-law's reputation. Bring him a cup of tea and apologize properly."

"Or you won't be welcome back in the Tang family."

Ye Fei was stunned. This painting clearly had issues, and with Tang SanGuo and Lin Qiuling's expertise, they should have been able to see it.

Han Jianfeng was also stunned, but then he understood.

"Father, Mother, please take another look. This painting is definitely fake..." Ye Fei tried to explain, but Lin Qiuling interrupted sternly: "What fake?"

"Are you saying that my father and I are too old to tell the difference between real and fake?"

"I say it's real, and it is real."

She ordered: "Apologize to your brother-in-law immediately."

Tang Fenghua, looking down on Ye Fei, shouted: "Ye Fei, Mother said it's real. Why are you still talking nonsense?"

"Mother, don't be angry. Ye Fei is just a waste of space, pretending to be an expert in front of you and Father. It's ridiculous."

"Right, a son-in-law who moved in, no need to take it seriously."

"I said it before, what does a househusband know about paintings and calligraphy?"

"Definitely defaming Jianfeng."

The relatives mocked Ye Fei again.

Han Jianfeng, feeling triumphant: "Ye Fei, come over and apologize to me."

Ye Fei looked sharply at Lin Qiuling, a hint of mockery appearing on his face.

It wasn't that she couldn't tell; she just didn't want to expose Han Jianfeng.

To her, Ye Fei was a son-in-law, while Han Jianfeng was a promising son-in-law, the boss of a construction company with a bright future.

How could Lin Qiuling let Han Jianfeng lose face because of him?

Tang Ruoxue's face darkened: "Ye Fei, apologize."

Tang Fenghua huffed: "Still not apologizing?"

"Want to make Mother and Father angry?"

Ye Fei smiled, a bright smile. So many people bullying him, it was truly the sin of being weak.

In the past, Ye Fei would have bowed his head, even slapped himself to apologize, but tonight he didn't want to back down anymore.

Backing down would only make the other party more aggressive and hurt the people around him.

"Zzz—" Ye Fei took a step forward, raised his finger, and pinched the painting.

The material of the painting was silk, and with this pinch, a thread appeared. Ye Fei then pulled it hard.

"Rip—" The painting, supposedly worth 3 million, was instantly destroyed, and Tang Ruoxue and the others' faces changed dramatically.

Han Jianfeng was furious: "Ye Fei, what are you doing?"

Ye Fei ignored everyone's gazes and directly pulled out a thin thread, dropping it on the table.

"Nylon thread!"

"Synthetic fiber!"

"Born in 1938!"

"Did Wu Daozi, who lived 700 years ago, travel through time to paint this?"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

Tang Fenghua also gasped, her mouth wide open, looking completely disbelieving.

They had wanted to see Ye Fei's humiliation, but instead, he had simply and brutally exposed the forgery.

Nylon thread from modern times appearing in a 700-year-old painting was impossible, even for a fool to understand.

A fatal blow! Han Jianfeng's cheeks burned with shame.

Lin Qiuling's face was also dark and ugly.

"This painting, even if it's fake, is a hundred times better than your ginseng fruit."

Seeing the relatives look down on her husband, Tang Fenghua couldn't hold back and took out Ye Fei's box.

She opened it and poured out the ginseng fruit, slamming it on the table.

"We were deceived and gave this to Father for his birthday, which is at most disrespectful."

"But you?"

"You gave Father a ginseng fruit as a gift, and it's from a street vendor, which could kill someone."

Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fei and shouted: "Compared to your gift, ours is a hundred times better."

Han Jianfeng also accused: "The ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison Father?"

Everyone looked at the ugly, red ginseng fruit and accused Ye Fei of ill intentions.

Tang Ruoxue frowned and pulled on Ye Fei's sleeve: "Ye Fei, apologize to Mother."

Ye Fei didn't apologize but pointed at the ginseng fruit: "Father, Mother, do you think this is from a street vendor?"

Tang SanGuo stared at it, his eyelids twitching, his eyes filled with shock.

He was about to stand up and shout, but Lin Qiuling held him back.

"Ugly, red, and with a pungent smell."

Lin Qiuling glared at Ye Fei: "What else could it be but from a street vendor?"

"On such a good day, you give this to your father, do you want him to live longer?"

Lin Qiuling scolded sternly: "Your brother-in-law is right. Even a fake painting is better than your evil intentions."

She was protecting Han Jianfeng.

The focus instantly shifted to Ye Fei.

Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fei angrily. Was this bastard going to make a big fuss and make her even more embarrassed?

"Did you hear that?"

Han Jianfeng sneered: "Fool, trying to make me lose face, but in the end, you're the one who looks bad."

Ye Fei looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang SanGuo: "Is my gift really trash?"

"Isn't it trash?"

Tang Fenghua's face turned cold: "In my eyes, it's worse than trash."

Ye Fei was disappointed, disappointed in the Tang family, and no longer gave them any face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit, broke it in half, and started eating it while opening his phone and projecting a news article on the screen: "At noon today, the annual rare treasure auction at the Five Continents Hotel in Zhonghai successfully concluded."

"A rare dragon-head ginseng fruit from Kunlun Mountain, seen only once in a hundred years, was auctioned for a sky-high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan of Wu Hu Group won it for 3 million yuan..." On the screen, the host was enthusiastic, not only showing the auction scene but also displaying the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, dragon-head shaped, just like the one Ye Fei was eating.

Even the code on the box on the table matched the one on the screen, 9981... Ginseng fruit?

Kunlun Mountain?

Seen only once in a hundred years?

3 million yuan?

Everyone was completely stunned. Lin Qiuling clutched her clothes tightly.

A strong sense of regret surged in her mind...