Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1552 Don’t Praise Too Early

Seeing Jiang Cheng holding Annie, she paused and a faint blush appeared on the tips of her ears.

Jiang Cheng asked, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah," An Xin nodded, her fingertips gently twisting the tassels of her shawl. "There's a special interview on intangible cultural heritage at noon today. Huaxia Film and Television will be there, so I have to go and watch it myself." She looked up at Jiang Cheng with an inexplicable look in her eyes. "Thank you for the broadcast of tonight's gala."

Instead of responding to An Xin's thanks, Jiang Cheng said, "It's cold outside. Did you bring a coat?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng's caring words, An Xin's curly eyelashes on her beautiful eyes couldn't help but tremble.

Her face flushed slightly as she nodded, "Well, then you talk to my dad first, I'll go over first."

Seeing Jiang Cheng nod, An Xin lowered her head and said to Annie, "Annie, be good at home. Mommy will be back when she's done with her work."

"Yeah, don't worry, mom."

Walked towards the Maybach at the door.

As soon as they reached the door, two female bodyguards immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for An Xin.

After getting in the car, An Xin still looked at Jiang Cheng with some reluctance.

Standing at the door, An Jingsheng looked at his daughter's reluctant eyes.

He shook his head helplessly, and then called Jiang Cheng: "Come in quickly, it's cold at the door. Annie, come in too."

"Okay, Grandpa." Annie responded crisply.

Before she finished speaking, she couldn't wait to grab Jiang Cheng's hand and jumped into the house lightly like a happy little bird.

As soon as he stepped into the An family villa, Jiang Cheng was enveloped by a unique atmosphere.

The design of this house is exquisite, blending Chinese and Western aesthetics without any sense of piling up.

The living room has a ceiling height of three meters. Looking up, you can see the crystal chandelier hanging from the dome. The lamps are cut like ice edges, reflecting the morning light pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and casting tiny spots of light on the floor.

The mahogany floor beneath your feet is as smooth as jade, and there is no sound when you step on it. You can feel the delicate texture of the wood with a light touch of your fingertips. The air is filled with the faint aroma of wood wax oil, mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus wafting in from outside the window, which makes people feel inexplicably at peace.

Several oil paintings in the style of the Great Goose Kingdom hang on the walls, with rich brushstrokes - one painting is a birch forest in winter, with reindeer in the snow with gentle eyes.

The other painting shows boat haulers on the Volga River. The figures' muscles are full of power in the sunset.

The passion of these oil paintings forms a wonderful echo with the blue and white porcelain vase in the corner: the porcelain vase is a typical blue and white lotus pattern, the glaze is lustrous, the mouth of the vase is slightly outward-slanting, the body of the vase has smooth curves, and it stands quietly on the rosewood stand, exuding Chinese calmness and elegance.

Before she had time to take a proper look around, Annie grabbed Jiang Cheng's hand and walked straight to a corner of the living room.

There, there is an easel with an oil painting on it that is particularly eye-catching.

The painting uses bold colors. The azure night sky is like a deep ocean, with the golden dragon circling in it, as if dancing to a mysterious melody.

Next to the dragon stands a little man wearing a top hat. Although the image of this little man is simple, it adds a bit of humor and fun to the whole painting.

An Jingsheng smiled and pointed at the little figure, and said to Jiang Cheng: "I heard that after you went to the intangible cultural heritage dinner, she insisted on adding this little figure to the painting, and said that this person is you."

"It's a really good painting. Especially the color of the dragon scales, which is very similar to the Shu brocade in An's display case yesterday. Annie, you observe very carefully." Jiang Cheng praised sincerely.

When I was eight years old, I was still playing in the mud in the park. I didn’t expect that Annie could paint oil paintings.

Although the painting is not very exquisite, the general framework and atmosphere are well drawn.

Annie blushed at the praise and ran to get some fruit for Jiang Cheng.

The little figure bustling around in the living room added a touch of homely warmth to the meeting, which was originally somewhat tentative.

After Annie was called by the nanny to have some snacks, An Jingsheng made a gesture to Jiang Cheng for tea money.

"Thank you very much. I just received news that Huaxia Film and Television will broadcast last night's intangible cultural heritage gala tonight."

An Jingsheng took a sip of tea and continued, "Even my old friend in Beijing called me and said that the An family has finally made a comeback this time."

Jiang Cheng picked up his teacup and said calmly, "The An family's intangible cultural heritage projects are solid and deserve to be seen by more people. CTS just asked someone to give them a heads-up and go with the flow."

Although these words sounded casual, An Jingsheng knew what was going on.

Many companies are vying for prime-time broadcasting on China Television Network, but are unable to do so.

What's more, in the second half of the evening party, there was a three-minute special report on An's Shu brocade craftsmanship.

Even the footage of An Xin’s opening speech was edited out as a warm-up preview - there are only a handful of companies in China that can enjoy this kind of treatment.

Jiang Cheng said that he was "going with the flow", but this "water" was brought in by him personally.

He looked at Jiang Cheng sipping tea with his eyes lowered. The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the side of his face, outlining the lines of his jawline with exceptional clarity. His expression was calm, without the slightest hint of arrogance.

An Jingsheng suddenly smiled. When he put down the teacup, the bottom of the cup made a slight sound when it hit the tea tray, and there was a hint of relief in his voice.

"No wonder An Xin and Annie like you so much. These mother and daughter are notoriously difficult to please. You're the first person they've truly become close to."

Seeing An Jingsheng praising himself, Jiang Cheng waved his hand: "Hey, Old An, wait a minute, don't praise too early."

Ps: This book has been updated as an animation on Kuaikan Comics. If you are interested, you can check it out. The style is pretty good.