389: The Real Inkstone (1)

The Real Inkstone (1)

Perhaps it was because that white lotus of Liang Jiusi's cousin had said the word 'Yaoyao', Shi Yao raised her head once more to look at the duo in front of her.2

What is so good about them to look at? Are they better looking than me?

Lin Jiage stretched his hand once more and smacked the back of Shi Yao's head lightly. "If you don't want to eat your cake anymore, I'll have them…"

Upon hearing that Lin Jiage had the intention of stealing her food, Shi Yao immediately lowered her head and protected her cake with her hands. She began to eat the cake hurriedly so that Lin Jiage wouldn't have the chance to take it away from her.

Looking at how Shi Yao was stuffing herself like an adorable hamster, the look in Lin Jiage's eyes softened quite a bit.

He looked at her quietly for a moment before reluctantly turning his attention back to the lousy soap opera that was going on elsewhere.

Shen Bailian had an indignant look on her face after being berated by Liang Mumu. It looked like there were still words that she wanted to say, but respecting Liang Mumu's wishes, she had no choice but to let it go.

Seeing that Shen Bailian had finally stopped speaking, she exhaled deeply before putting back the sweet smile on her face. Taking on the role of a mediator, she turned to Grandpa Lin and said, "Grandpa Lin, don't listen to the nonsense Bailian said. I did buy this inkstone during the Chinese New Year with the intention of gifting it to you as your birthday present, but I believe that Yaoyao isn't like what Bailian said. I know Yaoyao well, she wouldn't do something like intentionally clashing presents with me…"

Liang Mumu's 'good person' act sure is… I really should send her a truck of 'good person' cards… Oh, that's not right. It should be 'good hypocrite' cards… 

Unable to stand the act that Liang Mumu was putting on anymore, he was just about to avert his eyes when Grandpa Lin suddenly spoke up at this moment, "Mumu, even if you don't tell me that, I also know what kind of person Yaoyao is. There's no way that she would intentionally clash presents with you. It's apparent that it's a coincidence!"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Lin Jiage nearly burst out laughing.

Did his grandfather really have to be so comedic? It's obvious how Liang Mumu was desperately trying to hint him, but his grandfather actually gave such a response instead. How was she going to continue on with the act like that?

With such thoughts in mind, Lin Jiage very reluctantly turned his gaze back onto Liang Mumu.

As expected, the smile on Liang Mumu's face appeared to have stiffened a little. Even her voice didn't seem as stable as it was before anymore, "You're right, Grandpa Lin. Mumu isn't that kind of person. Actually, when I learned that Yaoyao was going to get you an inkstone too a month ago, I did consider changing my gift, but I wasn't able to find anything else appropriate, so I ended up coming here with this."

"It's fine, it's fine…" Grandpa Lin said as he received the inkstone in Liang Mumu's hands. He took a brief look at it, and with a tone so polite that one could almost say that it was perfunctory, he remarked "Not bad" before passing it over to Auntie Sun to keep it up.

The attitude he had was vastly different from that when he received the inkstone from Shi Yao.

A mixture of displeasure and indignance gripped Liang Mumu, causing her to grab the hems of her skirt tightly.

She lowered her head and looked at the inkstone given by Shi Yao which Grandpa Lin had placed on the table, and she pursed her lips tightly together. Then, she turned to Shen Bailian and shot her a look.

Receiving Liang Mumu's signal, Shen Bailian suddenly exclaimed with a voice so loud that the two front rows in the banquet hall could hear her loud and clear. "Ah? Am I seeing things? Why is the inkstone which Mumu has given Old Master Lin the same as the one Yaoyao has prepared?"

With a curious look on her face, Shen Bailian rushed to Auntie Sun's side and snatched the inkstone which Liang Mumu had just gifted to Grandpa Lin over.

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