Qian Family-II

The room went back to its usual tranquility after assistant Mu was forced to be quiet by his boss's glare. Some time passed by, assistant Mu was about to suggest something when Wu Qiqiang broke the silence, "Did you bring the gift I asked you to?"

Opening a picture in his mobile Assistant Mu passed it to Wu Qiqiang, "Yes boss. It was difficult to find it, but we managed."

The gift that Wu Qiqiang was talking was a painting made by a very renowned artist abroad. The artist was called Lucas. His paintings were probably only handful as he painted only for one year before being paralyzed. Old man Qian had valued him alot due to his talent. Another reason was because Lucas was the last student trained by old man's brother who had already passed away. The painting Wu Qiqiang had asked Assistant Mu to bring was the last painting that Lucas was able to draw. It was called as 'The Crying Beauty'. It was a beautiful depiction of a side face of the woman, who had various thoughts in mind while her tears were falling. Many people had liked the painting and had eyes it since long time including Old man Qian. Unfortunately due to his age he was unable to travel and take part in the auction to buy it.

Getting up from the couch, Wu Qiqiang straightened his coat and buttoned it, "Let's go and greet the Qian family."

'The Qian family,  is boss really going to threaten them. Am I really going to get a lady boss after so many years.' Quickly coming out of his thoughts, Assistant Mu followed Wu Qiqiang.

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Meifeng had just entered the house when, even before her feet could land inside, she was dragged forcefully towards the middle of the hall.

"Ahhh"Startled with the sudden pull Meifeng shouted in a low voice.

The person who was forcefully dragging Meifeng was none other then her aunt, Wife of her father's younger brother.

Meifeng was forcefully dragged and thrown on the floor with utmost force. Unable to balance her body in time, she glided  the floor with her already bruised knees, while her head collided with the coffee table. Mildly healed wound on her knees had now reopened again making it painful for Meifeng to even move a little bit. Blood gushed out of her forehead while the coffee table fell breaking into pieces.

"Aunt, what did I do?"This was all Meifeng could as without angering her more.

As if Meifeng's voice was a trigger to her, Han Mi flew into rage. Striding towards Meifeng she bent down, grabbed her hairs in her hands forcefully lifting her face, "You piece of S***, you have the audacity to ask what you have done."

Banging Meifeng's head on the floor, Han Mi picked up a newspaper and threw it on Meifeng's face shouting, "Who gave you the right to break off the engagement? Not only that, you ungrateful wench, you also spent the night in a hotel. The whole news paper is filled with your shameful deeds. You are a shame on the Qian family, like your father."