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"I know I was wrong, Mom." Lin Jiaojiao bit her lip and said softly, but a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.
I sneered inwardly, maintaining a calm expression on my face as I continued, "You are just too trusting of others. In this day and age, if you want to make it in this circle, relying solely on a pretty face won't cut it; you need some real skills as well."
Lin Jiaojiao looked up at me, a flicker of confusion in her eyes, as if she didn't understand why I suddenly brought this up.
"Mom, what do you mean by that?" she asked cautiously.
I smiled slightly and turned to walk ahead, saying, "It doesn't mean anything. I just want to remind you to be more vigilant when you're out there."
I strolled casually with Lin Jiaojiao along Antique Street, and a quaint tea house caught my attention.
"Let's go in and have a seat," I said to Lin Jiaojiao.
The tea house wasn't crowded; the environment was serene and elegant, with the melodious tunes of the guzheng making one feel relaxed.
Lin Jiaojiao and I found a window seat. I ordered two cups of Bi Luo Chun tea and then casually asked, "Jiaojiao, how much do you know about antiques?"
Lin Jiaojiao paused for a moment, seemingly surprised by my sudden question. She set down her teacup and replied nervously, "I don't know much about antiques; I just occasionally accompany friends to browse antique markets."
I lifted my teacup and took a gentle sip before saying lightly, "Oh? Then your friend must really know a lot about antiques."
"Well, she has a lot of knowledge about antiques and often finds treasures worth a fortune," Lin Jiaojiao said, a hint of envy in her tone.
"Is that so?" I set down my teacup and looked at her with a half-smile. "Has she ever told you how to distinguish between real and fake antiques?"
Lin Jiaojiao's expression changed slightly, her eyes flickering as she stammered, "She, she said... said..."
"It doesn't matter whether they are real or fake; what matters is the connection, right?" I interjected calmly, but with an undertone of pressure.
Lin Jiaojiao's face grew even paler, and she lowered her head, not daring to meet my gaze.
I sneered inwardly; Lin Jiaojiao was indeed lying. Her earlier behavior in the antique shop clearly showed that she knew nothing about antiques.
"Jiaojiao, you should know that there are no secrets that can't be uncovered," I said gently. "If you're genuinely interested in antiques, I can teach you. But if you just want to use some petty tricks to deceive me, then you're making a big mistake."
Lin Jiaojiao suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with terror. She opened her mouth as if to explain but didn't know what to say.
"Mom, I..."
"Enough, no need to say anything more," I interrupted. "Some things are better left understood on your own."
I stood up, looking down at her from above, and said coldly, "I hope this is the last time. Don't let me catch you trying to pull tricks in front of me again."
With that, I turned and left the tea house, leaving Lin Jiaojiao sitting there alone, pale and trembling.
I walked out of the teahouse, and Aunt Wang approached me with concern, asking, "Madam, are you alright?"
I shook my head and replied calmly, "I'm fine. Let's go back."
Throughout the journey, I remained silent, but my mind kept replaying Lin Jiaojiao's expression from earlier.
Her panic and fear only made me more certain that she was hiding something from me.
It seems I need to find a way to uncover her secrets as soon as possible.
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