chapter 3 "Antiques?"

The moment Ming Ji and Rong Xia entered the house, Ning yuan, who had been polite and distant a moment ago, immediately became cautious. She looked at Ming An Ling and said gingerly, "Come on in..."

In her mind, she prayed that her An An will not misunderstand, thinking that they replaced her.

Before Rong Xia went in, she happened to see her foster mother's sudden change in attitude. Her face instantly turned green.

Despite being a very wealthy family, the Ming's family house was not big, it was a three leveled semi detached. It was decorated in a mid century style with the furnitures made with teak and oak wood. Judging from the layout of the house interior, it was apparent that the owner had great taste. Maybe they were being frugal.

Ming An Ling looked around calmly before setting her sights on a vase on the table. Her eyes flashed with surprise before it disappeared when she thought of something and shifts her eyes away. She immediately brush off the idea of it being that renowned antique. She also saw a few famous paintings hanged around.

Although the Ming family was not a poor family, they weren't so rich that they could afford to buy so many expensive items as decorations that were priceless in the market. Not to mention that the one she first saw was around a hundred millions or so when it was auctioned.

Hence that vase was most likely an imitation along with the other paintings.

Her father Ming Ji happened to caught her gaze pausing on it for a moment. He was still thinking about how to strike up a conversation in order to get closer to his daughter.

He glanced at that vase and paintings while it sparked an idea in his mind.

"An An, do you like antiques and paintings?" He asked with a smile.

"Sorry I'm not interested." Ming An Ling raised her brow and looked at her father.

Ming Ji's eyelids twitched and he was speechless. The topic on antiques and paintings he was about discuss was stuck in his throat. After a while he deflatedly said in a daze " Oh...you are not interested."

Seeing her father's disheartening state, Ming An Ling contemplated a few seconds before adding "My personal interests are different."

Hearing her, a bubbly smile resurfaced on Ming Ji's face. He rubbed his palms and immediately asked her. "So what's your interest?" 

Ming An Ling pondered a few seconds before replying him earnestly with studying and baking.

Ming Ji's lips twitched violently when he heard her reply. He was rendered speechless.

How could a loafer who often skipped classes and not do her assignments say that her interest was studying... Moreover, he did not know how to bake.

Ming Ji looked at his daughter, her face looks so serious that it did not seem that she was jesting.

He wondered if the information they got was wrong.

Clearly his daughter seem to be well behaved?

"Old Ming! Are you showing off your lousy and useless items again? They collect dust and take up space in the house."

Ning yuan faintly heard her husband mentioning antiques.