Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback

Chapter 529 529: She Made This

He Juan had not expected it to turn out this way. At that time, she merely thought that once she admitted to Qin Xiangnuan, no matter what, Qin Xiangnuan would definitely agree in the end. It wasn't just about one person, but about two countries, leaving Qin Xiangnuan with no choice but to agree. As long as it was proven that she was the one who embroidered it, she could not only make amends but also establish her own merit. However, she did not expect so many people to come, and in the end, while Qin Xiangnuan did agree, it had nothing to do with her, and the Bai Family truly hated her now.

But in her heart, she felt so wronged. She was the one who had given the Qingming River Painting to Old Madam Bai, and Old Madam Bai liked it very much. It wasn't her who suggested to Old Madam Bai to use it for the competition. Now that she was caught, it really had nothing to do with her. How could it be that in the end, everything fell on her?

So it was settled. Mr. Song made the final decision without saying much more.

"Right, Mr. Li, those three great-grandsons of yours, let me see them. I heard the youngest one is very pretty, and your whole family treasures them..."

Still with a stern face, Mr. Li said, "All three are treasures in my family."

"Oh, treasures, yes, treasures, all treasures."

Mr. Song also felt like he had pulled a feather from Mr. Li's mouth. Look at him, he's just confused—of course, one would cherish and love all three grandsons. Arguing with this Old Lady Bai here, staring each other down, is she crazy or foolish? Better to go see the youngest one instead.

The three old men simply left, too indifferent to bother with the Bai Family.

Bai Xingqi had an embarrassed expression, but still had to pluck up his courage to smooth things over, with so little time left and the people not yet completely gone, how many more times would they have to suffer embarrassment?

"Ms. Qin, may I ask if you are free the day after tomorrow?" he asked Qin Xiangnuan with a pained expression.

"Yes, I am," Qin Xiangnuan replied more amicably this time without any face-slapping words.

"That's good," Bai Xingqi also sighed in relief, possibly needing Ms. Qin to pretend to be a member of our Bai Family. Although it's hard to speak of, now that things have come to this, there's no way not to continue.

"Yes, that's fine," Qin Xiangnuan didn't refuse.

And throughout it all, she had completely ignored Qin Xiangmei. Qin Xiangmei was like an extra here; even her own grandfather paid her no attention. She was actually the most embarrassed, but of course, her embarrassment was self-inflicted. Qin Xiangnuan left her with just this statement:

No worries, just focus on taking good care of the children, don't think about scheming against others.

When you scheme too much, you might end up scheming against yourself.

Qin Xiangnuan was discussing the matter of the Qingming River Painting with Bai Xingqi, with Old Madam Bai unable to interject. Bai Xingqi also knew that he couldn't let his own grandmother be present now, otherwise, a situation that was almost resolved might be delayed indefinitely.

Outside, an old man was holding a baby, none other than the Jian family's triplets. Mr. Li was holding Little San, who was biting his little finger, constantly acting cute and charming. As for Daxuan and Xiao Xuan, one was yawning, the other sleeping - indeed not as amusing as Little San. It's no wonder Little San held such a high status here, not just because of his frail health from a young age, but also this cunning cute personality.

Qin Xiangnuan appeared as a successor to the Bai Family, supposedly Granny Bai's heir, but everyone knew that what she had learned had nothing to do with Granny Bai. Not many knew of this matter, but the Shi Family, as renowned as the Bai Family, did know.

After all, this was going to result in the Bai Family securing first place later, to ensure fairness for the Shi Family and to remind the Bai Family of this lesson, as proposed by Mr. Song.

Every good thing cannot be monopolized by one person; if you desire this honor, then dedicately pay the price you ought to.

At the venue, there were already a large number of attendees, including both local and foreign individuals, insiders and outsiders alike. Insiders appreciated the technicalities, while outsiders enjoyed the spectacle.

This event was an exchange showcasing a variety of embroidery techniques from around the world. Although not international, it was still considered a relatively large-scale event. Currently, there had been many days of dispute over the ownership of the Qingming River Painting, as the Bai Family had not yet intervened, leaving the matter unresolved.

Qin Xiangnuan arrived with the Bai Family.

Standing in front of the Qingming River Painting, she exhibited a genteel and subtle charm, brightening the space like a pleasant spring breeze. With just one look, it was as deeply transformative as the sea and fields; her smile, too, lingered like a fragrant perfume.

"This is my work."

She pointed at the screen confidently, her movements exuding an elegant, classical allure.

At this moment, one person, one screen, and one shadow complemented each other perfectly.

She would not give others the opportunity to argue with her, nor would she waste much time here, let alone slap anyone in the face, because she was the best tool for proving her point.

Around were embroidery frames and threads available for exchange, she casually picked up a needle and started threading.

Her skills were systematically trained; ordinary double-sided embroidery was done single-handedly by most, but she worked differently, using both hands simultaneously. Hence, her double-sided embroidery could either be different or identical. However, this particular Qingming River Painting was inverse on each side, which would be challenging to achieve with normal techniques and could take more than a year, possibly causing nearsightedness, dizziness, and numb hands from the effort involved.

This was not the first time Qin Xiangnuan had embroidered the Qingming River Painting. Having done several already, she was skilled enough that, within about fifteen minutes, she had completed a small corner. Although it was a small part, it was visibly consistent with the Qingming River Painting, and those who wished to steal her techniques were out of luck, for her movements were too swift to follow.

The faces of representatives from another country turned grim. They might be familiar with the needlework, but compared to Qin Xiangnuan, their skills seemed imperfect.

Who was genuine; who was false?

Who lied, and who held the truth?

It was now crystal clear.

Of course, Qin Xiangnuan intended to take the Qingming River Painting back and then present it to Mr. Song, who had been searching for it for years and never ceased looking, unaware that the painting had always been in Capital City and had never left the country.

He Juan had not told the truth, thus giving others an opportunity. How the representatives from that country knew of the embroidery techniques remained uncertain, but that was a minor concern now. The important thing was—she had won.

Qin Xiangnuan declined the Bai Family's invitation. She had no fondness for the Bai Family but still gained some benefits from the experience. For instance, her embroidery skills brought some fame to her clothing store, boosting business and increasing orders significantly since she could now be considered a master at her craft. However, she was likely not too concerned about these aspects.

She continued to stay at home, caring for the kids and drawing design sketches, with all the external tumult seeming irrelevant to her.

In the blink of an eye, her three young children began growing, starting to walk and calling "Daddy" and "Mommy".