When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 49 - 0: Skiing Competition
Jiang Shuyao had never been so patient before, having dealt with that jerk all night but still unable to extract from him how the painting had come about.
This matter was like a stone lodged in her chest, making it uncomfortable even to sleep soundly.
At eleven o’clock at night, after Jiang Shuyao had finished washing up and gotten into bed, she had just turned on her phone when Tang Xing sent her a video link.
"Ah, Yaoyao, Qingcheng Mountain’s Ice and Snow City has finally opened, how about we go have fun this weekend?"
"My cousin went there last week and said that the skiing competition at the mountain’s summit was incredibly thrilling. I heard there are a few more events coming up, but we need to grab tickets first. Once you confirm, I’ll start grabbing them!"
A series of emojis then popped up on the screen, dazzling Jiang Shuyao.
She generally wasn’t interested in amusement parks, but seeing her desk mate so excited, out of curiosity, she casually clicked on the video.
The videographer was standing at the summit, giving a particularly broad perspective and almost completely capturing the competition scene on the mountainside.
The vast Snow Peak, numerous figures dressed in skiing gear swiftly descending from the summit, surrounded by screams from the tourists.
Last Sunday, the developer of Ice and Snow City hosted a fierce skiing competition, with reportedly high prizes that attracted many skiing enthusiasts to register first.
After the regular competition ended, another competition was added. As the name suggests, it increased the difficulty of obstacles on the track and demanded competitors not only to reach the finish line in a short time but also to perform stunts by overcoming the obstacles during skiing.
Unless you’re a professional, it’s extremely dangerous for ordinary people to attempt such a competition.
But the irresistible reward offered by the owner of Ice and Snow City couldn’t be resisted; the champion of this competition wasn’t awarded cash but a privately treasured painting worth nearly fifty million, "Xici," the final masterpiece of Master Zongnan.
As soon as the news was released, it shocked everyone inside and outside the industry.
Even those who didn’t understand paintings knew who Mr. Zong was, with his paintings starting at tens of millions each, especially that early year’s sensational masterpiece.
Jiang Shuyao read thoroughly every comment and introduction posted by the video blogger below without missing a word. When she saw the two characters "Xici," her mind went completely blank.
Skiing competition, Qingcheng Mountain.
Last weekend, her mother had gone knocking next door, only to find out that Pei Yan had gone hiking with some friends.
It wasn’t hiking at all; it was blatantly risking their lives.
Jiang Shuyao’s hand gripping the phone gradually became numb, with Tang Xing still saying something in WeChat, but she was so dazed she couldn’t even muster the strength to reply with an emoji.
Her gaze slowly shifted, falling on the scroll case on the bedside table.
The object worth fifty million was quietly standing there, its elegant and unblemished scroll case revealing nothing of the breathtaking competition that had been traded for it.
Jiang Shuyao’s gaze at the painting blurred, her heart squeezing tightly, almost to the point of suffocation.
She sniffed, picked up the phone again, and bid Tang Xing goodnight, then opened the chat interface with Pei Yan.
"Are you home yet? I need to talk to you."
At this moment, after finishing playing, a few boys were sitting in a barbecue restaurant near Yasong Residence, eating a late-night meal.
As soon as the message was received, Pei Yan noticed it.
However, he subconsciously thought Jiang Shuyao was still not giving up on the painting, so he started to tease her.
"I’m out eating barbecue, are you coming?"
The girl had always been reserved from childhood; there was no way she would come out to mix with him late at night.
Thus, after Pei Yan sent the location of the barbecue restaurant, he leaned back in his chair, smiling especially brilliantly.
Regrettably, the man who thought he knew the script took less than ten minutes to gloat.
