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Thus, Ye Weijun raised the price again.

"If five billion isn't enough, will 50 billion be enough?"

"Or you can name the price. As long as I can afford it, I won't bargain."

"Please, that painting, Summer Dream, is really important to me. Please sell it to me."

Ye Weijun's words were sincere, and his tone was almost pleading.

Yu Jianhao finally reacted and quickly said, "No, no, no, Old Mr. Ye, you've misunderstood!"

"It's not that I don't want the money, but I didn't expect you to call me personally. I was too shocked and didn't know what to say."

"I know that 'Summer Dream' was the last painting your granddaughter created before she died, so I originally planned to give it to you."

"If it's convenient for you, I'll send the painting to you later."

When Ye Weijun heard Yu Jianhao's words, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

"I'm free! i'll wait for you at home!"

Yu Jianhao said, "Okay, then I'll set off now. I should be there in about an hour. Let's meet and talk then."

"Okay, okay, okay. We'll talk when we meet."

Ye Weijun hung up the phone and excitedly instructed the juniors in the family to prepare.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. Clean up the house properly. There's a VIP coming!"

"Where's the jar of Da Hong Pao tea leaves that I cherish? Take it out and soak it."

The juniors in the Ye family were being ordered around. They were all very curious. They wanted to know who this VIP that Old Master Ye was talking about was.

With Ye Weijun's status and power, it was always others who were eager to meet him. They had never seen him so excited as to wait for others.

Finally, a junior could not help but ask.

"Grandpa, who is the esteemed guest that is coming later?"

Ye Weijun replied cheerfully, "It's Mr. Yu. He said that he wants to send over Little Yan's painting."

The juniors finally understood why Old Master Ye was so excited.

The grudge in Old Master Ye's heart was a secret that everyone in the Ye family knew.

The waiting time was exceptionally long. Ye Weijun had to ask once every few minutes, "What time is it? Why isn't Mr. Yu here yet?"

After asking this question countless times, the butler finally came to report, "Mr. Yu is here."

Ye Weijun instantly perked up and said, "Quick! Quickly invite him in!"

Soon, Yu Jianhao and Yu Jinmo were led into the living room by the butler.

From the moment the father and daughter entered the room, Old Master Ye's gaze was firmly fixed on the oil painting in Yu Jianhao's arms.

Although Ye Weijun knew that it was very rude of him to do this, he still couldn't shift his gaze away.

Yu Jianhao went straight to the point. "Old Mr. Ye, I heard that you've always wanted to find this painting, so I brought it to you."

As he spoke, he held the painting in front of Ye Weijun with both hands.

Ye Weijun took the painting and held it in his arms. He felt as if he was holding his granddaughter's soul in a trance.

He recalled all the things that he had done to his granddaughter in the past, as well as the poor and destitute life of his granddaughter before she died.

He could not help but feel sad, and his eyes turned red.

"Little Yan, Little Yan..."

"Grandpa has let you down!"

Ye Weijun murmured, calling his granddaughter's nickname again and again, and his tears fell like rain.

'If only I had respected my granddaughter's preferences from the beginning.'

'If only I had let go of my stubbornness earlier and asked if my granddaughter was doing well.'

'If only I had allowed the family to help Ye Qingyan in private.'

Perhaps everything would be different.

Perhaps he would be able to hug Ye Qingyan right now instead of just staring at the cold and lifeless painting.

Thousands of thoughts gathered together and condensed into a heart-wrenching regret.

Ye Weijun no longer cared about how he treated his guests. He stroked the oil painting in his arms again and again.

He caressed his granddaughter's tender smiling face in the painting.

Tears fell onto the painting.

"Little Yan..."

This call made even Yu Jianhao's heart ache when he heard it.

Yu Jinmo's eyes were already red. She turned her head away and wiped away her tears quietly.

The butler saw that the atmosphere was not right and hurriedly invited Yu Jianhao and his daughter to have some tea and snacks.

Ye Weijun's son also advised the old man with reddened eyes.

"Dad, what happened in the past is in the past. Little Yan must be living very well in Heaven now. Please don't be sad anymore."

After persuading him for a long time, the old man finally calmed down. He wiped his tears and said to Yu Jianhao, "Thank you so much."

"I've been looking for this painting for a few years. I've pulled all the connections I can think of. I've tried everything I can think of."

"But this painting seems to have vanished into thin air. There's no news of it at all."

"I thought I would never see it again..."

"Thank you for letting me fulfill my greatest wish. From now on, I, Ye Weijun, have no more regrets."

Yu Jianhao smiled and said, "Old Mr. Ye, you're too kind."

"I'm just a boor who doesn't know how to appreciate art. This painting is just an ordinary object in my hands."

"But to you, it's just a wish."

"I believe that if it were anyone else, they would make the same decision as me after hearing the story behind this painting."

Ye Weijun said, "Maybe, but there won't be too many people like you who won't take anything."

"The Ye family won't take advantage of others for free. If you need any help in the future, just let me know."

"Although I have already retired, at least I still have some old relationships and connections. As long as it is not too excessive, I should be able to do it."

Ye Weijun would never make promises easily, but as long as he did, he would definitely keep his word. He would never go back on his words.

Yu Jianhao was very excited. He knew that he had already obtained a pass to mingle in the upper class circle of the capital.

However, in order to establish a good image in Ye Weijun's heart, he smiled and shook his head.

"Old Mr. Ye, I'm already very happy to be able to help you fulfill your wish. I really don't need any additional rewards."

"It's my great honor to be able to receive your appreciation but I didn't give this painting to you in exchange for benefits from you. So you really don't need to promise me anything."

After Ye Weijun heard that, he praised Yu Jianhao even more.

"Not bad, not bad. You have backbone. I admire your character!"

The relationship between the two instantly became much closer.

After some small talk, Ye Weijun naturally asked about the relationship between Yu Jianhao and the mysterious young man at the auction.

Yu Jianhao didn't hide it and answered honestly, "In the end, I still have to thank my son-in-law-to-be, Lin Bai."

"Lin Bai?"

Ye Weijun searched through his memory and did not find any information related to this name.

Therefore, he became more and more curious.

"Tell me in detail, what exactly happened?"

Yu Jianhao told him everything about Lin Bai and Mr. A in detail.

He even emphasized that Mr. A gave him the painting to return a favor to Lin Bai.