Chen Yingping's home was even less conventional, exuding an antique elegance. It was furnished entirely with red sandalwood pieces, each employing various carving techniques. Whether in its themes or decorative details, the carvings were delicate and exquisite, clearly showcasing the craftsmen's superb skill.
Combined with the highly appropriate arrangement of the furniture, the place gave anyone arriving from a bustling metropolis the feeling of entering a secluded Peach Blossom Spring. Even Chu Chen could not help feeling that extraordinary people and experts truly did live among the common folk.
Leaving everything else aside, furnishing a home with such a complete set of red sandalwood furniture required not only money but also connections. Coupled with Chen Yingping's earlier behavior, it all suggested that he was a seasoned antiques collector, and his expertise might be no lower than that of the specialists.
On the surface, Chu Chen played along, but inwardly he looked down on Chen Yingping's behavior. Since Chen Yingping claimed to be transferring his possessions because of an urgent matter, why was he sitting there so calmly chatting instead of getting straight to the point, trying to establish himself as a seasoned collector in front of Chu Chen?
He's merely laying the groundwork for what comes next. Does he really think I'm an idiot?
Chu Chen sneered inwardly. Someone else might have been fooled by Chen Yingping's words and actions, but to him, everything was nothing more than needless embellishment. In any case, he had plenty of time. Since Chen Yingping did not seem anxious, he would not rush to reveal his purpose either. He wanted to see who would lose patience first.
Seeing Chu Chen sitting there as calmly as an old god, with no intention of explaining why he had come, Chen Yingping could no longer contain himself