Shang Yu returned ho, rode her bicycle into the garage, and planned to take a shower.
"Sister, you're back. Grandpa has been looking for you for a long ti," said Shang Wan as she saw her walking into the living room. "He's been very worried about you."
Shang Yu ignored her, but Shang Wan followed her, saying, "Sister, I'm going to get my driver's license. Do you want to join? I can sign you up too. A friend of mine runs a place where you can get your license in just a month."
"Sure, sign up."
With that, Shang Yu headed towards her small villa.
Shang Wan stood there and stamped her feet. How could she be so indifferent and uncaring?!
It was so infuriating!
Hmph, she didn't believe Shang Yu could pass the driving test!
No one could be so all-round talented!
After showering and changing into casual clothes, Shang Yu flopped onto her bed. "Making money is really not easy."
Knock, knock, knock.
"Miss, the old master wishes to see you," ca the voice of Chen Butler at the door.
Shang Yu got up. "Let's go."
Chen Butler smiled at her. "Miss, you look even more beautiful today, like a little fairy."
Shang Yu glanced at him, and he quickly covered his mouth. "Oh no, I've revealed Miss's secret of being a fairy."
"..." He was over fifty years old, was it really appropriate to be so playful?
Shang Yu shook her head and headed towards the main hall.
"Miss, I've only said such words to true fairies," Chen Butler said with a smile.
"Old Mr. Chen, you've beco young Mr. Chen now," Shang Yu smiled back.
Chen Butler smiled as he followed her. "It's quite interesting to try the way young people interact sotis."
"Nowadays, with all these short videos, I feel like a young lad again. Haha."
Shang Yu smiled faintly without a word.
"Oh, by the way, the old master is in the study."
"Okay."
Shang Yu went to the main hall and up to the second-floor study.
Chen Butler knocked on the door. "Old Master, Miss is here."
"Just co in, no need to knock," a voice ca from inside.
Chen Butler opened the door and let Shang Yu in. She saw her grandfather writing.
"Co, co, Yu Yu, co here quickly."
Shang Yu looked at him, an elderly man over seventy, with slightly white hair and a beard, wearing a Zhongshan suit. Despite so wrinkles on his face, he looked very energetic.
Shang Yu walked over, and he held up his calligraphy. "How's this? Is Grandpa's writing good?"
It read: [House of the Zhuangyuan (top scholar)]
The brushwork was vigorous, and the calligraphy style was powerful, better than many calligraphers she had seen.
"Not bad."
"Hahaha!" Pleased with her praise, he laughed with his eyes squinted, his beard quivering up and down.
"As expected of , I haven't lost my touch from back then!" He put away the calligraphy. "I'll have this frad and hung above our front door."
"?" Shang Yu fell silent for two seconds. "If you do that, I won't dare go out anymore."
"It's too showy. I'm worried people will ask for my autograph."
Although she was the top scholar of the province, the matter wasn't publicized, so only her family knew about it.
She didn't want to be so high-profile—
Of course, being a celebrity was another matter entirely.
After all, that brought too much attention.
"As expected of the daughter of the Shang family! Then Grandpa will hang this in the study. When my old friends co, they can all see it and envy for having such an intelligent granddaughter!"
Shang Yu: "..."
She changed the subject. "Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?"
"That old geezer wanted to go see his grandson. He said he hadn't seen his grandson in five years, so I felt sorry for him and ca back early to avoid disturbing him."
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