Jiang Ruiming had been living very comfortably lately.
He had always been a man of few desires. Aside from his love of writing and painting, he cared nothing for money or power.
Not long ago, he had simply helped Hua Jian authenticate the handwriting in a background image.
He had never expected it to lead to so many surprising discoveries.
The brilliant senior he had always admired had turned out to be Hua Jian's biological mother.
Fate truly worked in marvelous ways.
At first, Jiang Ruiming had felt embarrassed and angry when Hua Jian took such a large share of Good Times.
But after learning who Hua Jian was and how he was related to his senior, he began to see fate at work.
Good Times had been on the verge of closing because of poor management. It was the painting by Yishuang in his possession that had brought it back to life.
When Good Times was on the brink of collapse, Hua Jian had bought a large quantity of its shares. Then, after Yishuang's painting revived its fortunes, Hua Jian had appeared.
It was like a complete, closed circle.
From then on, Jiang Ruiming had truly regarded Hua Jian as one of his own.
Slow, leisurely pipa music played in the office, while fine sandalwood incense burned in the corner, filling the air with a refreshing fragrance.
Humming a tune, Jiang Ruiming leaned closer to a newly acquired painting and admired it carefully.
"Director Jiang, what's put you in such a good mood today?"
The young man's voice carried an affectionate familiarity.
Jiang Ruiming put down his magnifying glass and turned around with a smile. "Come have a look at the painting and calligraphy I just acquired."
Hua Jian made himself at home and went over to look with