Chapter 26: I Met an Immortal

Polly Song squinted at Isabella Lowe, "Isn't it a bit too early to gloat over my misfortune? Usually, the one who gets humiliated by this type of 'flag' is you. Why don't you wait until the day I actually divorce Victoria and then come flaunt it. If you could bring your and Victoria's marriage certificate, it would probably be even more effective. I can personally craft a pair of lovebird coffins to celebrate your joyous wedding."

After saying that, Polly Song walked away, completely unfazed by Isabella Lowe's changed expression. Daring to provoke without knowing anything, she should hurry up and seduce Victoria away—please!

Relying on her memory, Polly Song once again arrived at the manor and happened to run into Mr. Yang. With politeness and caution, she made her request to see the manor again because she particularly admired Mr. Mason Rook's designs.

Mr. Yang cheerfully invited Polly Song in, "I have something to attend to right now, let the butler show you around."

Polly Song quickly thanked him, perhaps not expecting Mr. Yang to be so accommodating.

Compared to yesterday, there was even more warmth. Indeed, with Victoria not around, the treatment she received was different. She had braced herself for rejection.

The butler was very polite, even preparing a translator specifically to accompany Polly Song as she viewed the main house of the manor.

Polly Song did not use her phone to take pictures, which was only courteous. She merely held a sketchbook to capture inspiration at any moment.

Behind the main house, there was a separate courtyard, reminiscent of Suzhou Gardens but with a touch more vitality.

"What's this place?"

"It's Mr. Quinn's residence, he's a friend of our master," the butler explained respectfully.

"May I take a look inside? Would I be intruding?"

The butler led her over, "The master said you are free to go anywhere you'd like."

Polly Song paused for a moment, feeling something indescribable. She knew many people liked her, especially the industry bigwigs, but Mr. Yang was being exceptionally kind to her?

In the pavilion of the garden, Polly Song saw a man sitting in a wheelchair carving something. The white jade table was covered with wood materials, and the fragrant air made her realize that they were premium—Golden Rattan Wood.

Even a single piece of Golden Rattan Wood was hard to come by, yet here were so many?

The butler whispered a few words in the man's ear, and he put down his chisel and planer before turning to look.

Polly Song, wondering who this person was, was momentarily stunned when the man turned around.

The man seemed to carry a springlike warmth in his features, with golden-framed glasses perched on his high nose, and a gentle smile playing at his lips.

Polly Song's hand, holding the pen, froze in mid-air, unable to recover for a long time.

If Victoria's handsomeness was direct and oppressively so, then this man was simply beautiful—truly beautiful, indescribably so, and heart-touchingly—beautiful.

"Miss Song."

Polly Song: "..."

Even his voice was nice!

The butler reminded Polly Song beside her, and she suddenly returned to her senses, subconsciously wiping her mouth, fearful she might embarrassingly drool.

The unparalleled elegance of a noble son, so comely it was hard to tell male from female.

"Hello." Polly Song reassured herself upon confirming she hadn't drooled; otherwise, she would've embarrassed herself in front of this beauty.

Lucas Quinn noticed her little movement but didn't expose her, beckoning her over: "Come sit."

Clutching her sketchbook, Polly Song cautiously approached, as if afraid a sudden move might disturb the beauty.

It was only when Polly Song got closer that she realized he was sitting in a wheelchair with a dark wool blanket draped over his legs. She hesitated for a moment, then sat beside him, "Sorry to disturb you."

"Not at all." Lucas Quinn chuckled softly, clearing some space on the table to pour her water.

Seeing that they were talking, the butler politely retreated to the doorway.

Polly Song's eyes couldn't help but fixate on the wooden carvings on the table, yet she continuously clenched her hands to keep from touching them—such an act would be far too impolite.

"Dovetail joints, Golden Rattan Wood." How extravagant one must be to use Golden Rattan Wood for mere carving—this person was even more capricious than Victoria.

"Dovetail joints may seem simple, but they're rare treasures; nowadays, they're seldom used in construction." Lucas Quinn's voice remained gentle.

Polly Song nodded, "However, the Qu Shui Liu Shang design extensively utilized this structure back then."

"Eden Young said someone has been searching for information on Qu Shui Liu Shang for years, so it turns out it's you, young lady." Lucas Quinn absentmindedly rolled an orb made of Golden Rattan Wood and sandalwood at the tips of his fingers before pushing it towards Polly Song, "This is a little trinket I made out of boredom. You can have it to play with."

Polly Song: "..."

"As for Qu Shui Liu Shang, stop looking for it. Time is meant to forget the past. Don't dwell on it; your future achievements will far surpass Qu Shui Liu Shang. Don't confine yourself in such a prison."

Looking at the sphere placed into her hands, one with nearly invisible seams, Polly Song knew this was a puzzle sphere that could be completely solved.

"You know Qu Shui Liu Shang?" He doesn't just know it; he seems quite familiar with it.

"Go back. The future of architecture belongs to you young people."

This information muddled Polly Song's brain entirely, leaving her confused until she was outside the manor, where Victoria's furious yell nearly shattered her eardrums.

"Who told you to come here? Is your phone just for cracking walnuts to help your brain? Do you not know how to answer calls?" Victoria dragged her along, speaking in utter exasperation.

Victoria's yelling made Polly Song instinctively step back, but being held back allowed her no retreat. After Victoria's tirade, her muddled thoughts finally cleared.

Polly Song regained her composure, looking at Victoria's dark face, "To be honest, I met a deity."

As soon as Polly Song finished speaking, Victoria smacked her on the back of the head, causing her to stumble forward a few steps before being shoved into the car.

As the car left the manor, Victoria still fuming, "What, did the deity see you as hopeless and kick you out?"

Polly Song: "..."

Could this person please grow up mute?

"Who let you come here? Aren't you afraid someone might sell you?"

"MR·yang is really nice; yesterday's attitude was certainly because of you." Polly Song retorted bluntly, but after doing so, she suddenly leaned closer to Victoria: "You're so worried about me, you might have fallen for me, huh?"

Hearing her words, Victoria twisted her head towards the window's reflection, "Your pea-sized brain used up on self-flattery? Do you think my eyes are bad?"

Polly Song suddenly found the phrase somewhat familiar but couldn't recall where she'd heard it before. However, this tone was really irksome, leading her to push him away with all her limbs, "What does it matter to you if I'm sold? Has the family decided to live by the sea now, needing me to design an ocean-view house for you? You're so controlling; why not go meddle with the one opening a tea garden in the Pacific?"

Polly Song unleashed a torrent of words, only to be grabbed by the nape again by Victoria, unable to break free no matter how she struggled…