Feng Qingxue had once opened two small boxes, knowing clearly that they contained some valuable jewelry, though the styles were quite old-fashioned.
Although valuable, they were not as good as her own collection.
So when Ouyang Lan insisted on giving them to her, she accepted them with ease.
Seeing her attitude, a trace of a smile appeared on Ouyang Lan's wrinkled face, "These were part of the dowry the Wen Family prepared for me back then, kept all these years as mementos. Old Wen has relied on your family to live a peaceful life all these years. I'm sure the first thing he will do upon returning to Beijing is to contact you. When he returns, don't forget to inform us, so we can gather together, now that you know our address."
"Rest assured." This is a siheyuan, after all, in a few decades, it will be preceded by the words "sky-high" in value.
