Chapter 212

This is the Qiao family genealogy.

Hearing this, the netizens found it hard to grasp—genealogy?

Or rather, a clan register.

Qiao Yun carefully flipped a brittle page of paper; the traditional Chinese characters' ink had long dried. As everyone knows, once you learn simplified characters you can still recognize a few traditional ones, and moreover, there are often one or two people from Hong Kong, Macau, or Taiwan in the livestream who immediately recognized them.

Before the screen, an elderly man with white hair stood up excitedly, his emotional fluctuation surprising the nearby students. He softly uttered a few words: 'The Qiao family genealogy…… Historically, that merchant clan Qiao was once illustrious; after the founding of the nation, the then head of the Qiao clan donated all his family wealth, but later he suddenly disappeared—never expecting to find it here.'

The old man's words were a secret; hearing them, the students were shocked, and looking again at the little girl on screen, they felt something quite extraordinary.

As for Qiao Yun herself, she didn't feel much; even knowing her family had once been glorious, that was in the past, not now.

What matters now is that this batch of heritage has a provenance; it's no longer just some 'experts' mouthing off about donating artifacts, but genuine heirloom antiques.

This elderly gentleman, who holds some standing, directly popularized that period online; many people heard of the Qiao family for the first time and were astonished.

After thanking everyone, Qiao Yun coldly glanced at the screen; her words left the loudest 'expert' who had just been shouting embarrassed, while she felt relieved that she had hidden herself online, unknown to anyone.

The expert's fantasy shattered quickly; the reason was his arrogance—he wanted fame, so he used his main account and put his name on it, and the netizens with far-reaching influence couldn't help but fulfill his small wish, directly exposing his name.

【Turns out it's you; I heard Mr. Liu the expert has plenty of good stuff at home—I suggest you donate it quickly, didn't you say you wanted to contribute to the nation?】

【You can't just talk the talk; donating isn't just empty words—do you understand leading by example?】

【Donate! You must donate—if you don't, you're not Chinese!】

Mr. Liu the expert's face turned pale in an instant.

Qiao Yun thanked the netizens who spoke up for her, bowed deeply before the camera; although a few people worried, these heritages have been exposed, and her blood‑sucking relatives will surely come knocking to seize them, but Qiao Yun fears nothing.

She took out an envelope from the box; compared to the yellowed paper, it was brand new. The paper inside she had already read—it was the will left by Old Master Qiao before his death, the handwriting crooked but few, yet the meaning is clear.

Qiao Yun: 'My grandfather said, these heritages won't be split evenly; whoever finds the heritage gets it.'

Her eyes flickered; she couldn't describe her current mood—perhaps Grandfather Qiao had once played favorites, but the children he doted on and hoped for had abandoned him for so long, how could he not bear a grudge, how could he not hate!

But he was still biased in the end; he didn't directly tell her father, tell her, but instead set up this whole procedure—red bean paste can't speak; perhaps in the end the red bean paste was snatched by the little aunt? Or discovered by her exceedingly shrewd uncle?

They all knew there was a treasure, there were things, and they knew she and her father were clueless about everything.

Thinking this, Qiao Yun unconsciously showed a fleeting smile, like a snowflake melting on a fingertip.

Thank you, host.

She bowed deeply; as her eyes moved, the flashlight's beam fell on a Ru ware celadon lotus bowl on one side, and without hesitation she said: 'After the livestream ends, I will donate this lotus bowl to our provincial museum!'

Hearing this, the livestream netizens involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, amazed not only by her meaning but also by her boldness.

'I'm just an ordinary person; this exquisitely precious lotus bowl landing in my hands is like a pearl cast into darkness—better to donate it so everyone can see this precious artifact from a thousand years ago.'

【Miss, what boldness!】

【Waa waa waa, this isn't just a lotus bowl—it's worth 280 million Hong Kong dollars! Miss, you're amazing! Far better than those damn experts!】

【Still talking about experts! @Mr. Liu the expert, come out quickly—Miss has already donated, hurry up and donate yours!】

The malicious netizens didn't forget to drag the so‑called expert out again for a posthumous whipping; the other party was so angry his mouth twisted, and looking at all the mocking remarks, he couldn't even fart for a long while.

Even clear‑sighted people marveled, marveling at Qiao Yun's cleverness.

As an ordinary person, exposing herself holding a great treasure before so many is like a child carrying gold through a bustling market—an innocent man bears no guilt, but he who holds a jade is guilty!

Now donating it directly, with the government stepping in and the state backing it, no one dares to target her anymore; besides, the remaining heritage left by Grandfather is far more than just this lotus bowl.

So many boxes remain unopened; to her, it's no less than a windfall of vast riches.

Qiao Yun also knows clearly in her heart that even without the lotus bowl, there are other things; she and her father can spend the rest of their lives worry‑free.

But she also didn't choose to abandon her life and studies; this matter caused a sensation online for a while, but only briefly—just a few days—before being buried under other miscellaneous affairs.

As for those relatives who watched the video, heartsick and anguished, lost in the sea of people, they could no longer find where Qiao Yun and her family were; in the end the two families blamed each other, and became enemies.

With the matter settled, Ling Yue could see Qiao Yun still had much to do; she offered a topic, Qiao Yun thanked her and ended the livestream, but the netizens in the livestream kept chatting enthusiastically——

【Hahaha, this is a sky‑high treasure that would only appear at Sotheby's auction house—I never thought I could see it in a livestream! My life is now worth it!】

【When I die, I want people to engrave a QR code on my tombstone so passersby will know: back then, I witnessed the excavation of a sky‑high cultural relic!】

【Look at you lot, so useless—you're making a fool of yourselves in front of the host; I'm different, host, my heart holds only you~】

【……】

Ling Yue couldn't help laughing out loud, amused by the mischievous netizens; she and the livestream audience got along like friends.

Only a few days remained until the New Year; they chatted about the New Year goods they had prepared at home, friends from all over gathered in Ling Yue's livestream, and after a while they reluctantly said goodbye.

【Counting on my fingers, host, is our next livestream going to be for the New Year crossover?】

【Ahhh, it really seems so—if you go live, host, I'll immediately round up my family to watch; you're my treasure host!】

【Hahahaha, you're the treasure host of the whole world!】

As for Ling Yue, seeing the netizens say that, she felt utterly unwell, waving her hand: 'Never mind, let's just gather together to listen to some songs and watch some skits—livestreaming and such——'

【Host, you're truly beautiful, kind‑hearted, and humble—you must go live! What's there to see when we all make dumplings together?】

【Dame! No videos allowed upstairs!】

【I see you host, you're thinking of going silent again—how many times have you gone silent? If you go silent once more, I'll bring my seven nephews to…… to give you…… a New Year visit for red packets!】

Ling Yue: '……'

It's certain—the netizens just want to bankrupt her!

As for the livestream, she nodded: 'Then I'll try to start earlier; it won't delay me, ahem, it won't delay you from watching your programs.'

That's the New Year, after all—she also wants to spend a lively, bustling year with the little animals.

【I seem to have heard something I shouldn't have【pinching mouth】】

Ling Yue's eyes curved into smiles: 'Then I'll just shut off the livestream; by the way, those who won the draw, don't forget to fill in your address these two days—after the time passes, we won't ship anymore, and the factory workers also need a holiday.'

Before the netizens could wail, she switched off the livestream in one go, paused a moment, then opened her Taobao shop—sure enough, all the products there sold out instantly, and below were various messages lamenting the sell‑out.

For Ling Yue's massive fanbase, these products are merely a drop in the bucket; relying on their superb quality, any product she involves herself in will crush competitors by two hundred percent.

Seeing their sales plummet in a straight line, the old‑line liquor makers were astonished; the worst off likely are the pet‑food sellers—furry kids can't talk, but they know what tastes good and what doesn't; if it weren't for her slightly higher prices, they'd probably have already seized the whole market.

Even so, within the existing market share, they forcibly carved out a bloody path.

The sky over Jing Shi finally cleared, in the quiet villa.

Ling Yue lightly tapped the animals squatting before her, then before departure, her gaze fell on the Mysterious Cat Queen: "You really don't want to go?"

The Mysterious Cat Queen gave her a strange look and said in a tsundere way: "No!"

"What ski resort? It's freezing outside; the kitties like to sleep on blankets, warm and cozy."

Beside them, Xunbao Shu Duo Duo chimed in: "I'm not going either, I'm not going!"

Ling Yue: "Alright."

So this time for skiing, only Big Black, Crow Crow, and Jun Jun and the others are going.

Before setting out, Ling Yue first went out by herself.

Actually this isn't a whim of hers; it's this year's year-end check—if you don't count, you don't know, but once you do, you'll be startled—she still has quite a few properties under her name.

The Stray Animal Rescue Center, two zoos, a brewery factory plus a team of special guidance technicians, a pet food production factory, and another processing plant that produces peripheral cultural creatives for the zoos; it's still in the works, estimated to launch after the New Year.

As the big boss, Ling Yue couldn't possibly not show her support.

She first went to the zoo. Big red lanterns hung on both sides of the zoo's sign; upon entering, everything was bright and festive, strings of small lanterns hung behind the enclosures, and the animals all enjoyed their New Year meals.

Ling Yue skillfully put up a healing halo; during the time she's been back, whenever she has free time, she goes to the zoo—she hasn't forgotten, and a group of small animals represented by the Dolphin Smile are waiting for her.

Ling Yue used a disguise technique, so few people noticed her; the zoo's notice board also listed the holiday dates, and as closing time approached, visitor numbers surged.

Ling Yue saw Monkey Manman and a little goat strolling together; it is truly the Mountain King now, leisurely riding the goat, under the envious gazes of a troop of monkeys, like an old man taking the banana a child held up with both hands and feeding it.

Just—

It took one, then asked for another, peeled one and tasted it, then passed the other banana to the goat beneath it—without it saying anything, the goat opened its mouth and began to chomp away.

The children jumped up and down excitedly, turned their heads to see the goat, their big eyes blinking, and asked the adults, puzzled: "Dad, is there a goat inside the monkey, inside the monkey?"

The parents knew their own child, and the dad laughed: "You're asking why there's a sheep inside the monkey, right?"

The child nodded, hugging the dad's neck.

The dad pushed up his glasses: "It's because they're good friends."

Wherever the enclosures house animals rescued from the circus, an explanatory sign is erected, detailing what those animals have endured; Monkey Manman and the goat are lifelong friends, long accepted as fact by zoo visitors.

Not only here, but on the zoo's official blog, these small animals also have personal profiles, and they each have their own fan support teams.

The largest is the Kung Fu Panda Tuan Tuan fan club; the Star Tiger Dad Zhuangzhuang family also has many fans, followed by the Single Tiger Three Brothers, the Proud Lion Queen…

Lan Yingying's pool water splashed, as if an invisible pair of large hands swept aside both sides, a colorful small ball bobbing up and down on the surface; the usually beloved creature was neglected to one side, while its owner lay affectionately on the bank, emitting soft "yeh yeh yeh" sounds.

"Pet me~ pet me~"

The Dolphin Smile lay on the bank, its face showing a human-like smile; Ling Yue leaned over, placing her palm on its soft, delicate skin, and the "yeh yeh yeh" sound instantly filled the space.

Ling Yue: "Smile, after the New Year I'll send you back to the sea, so you can be with your kin."

The Dolphin Smile flicked its tail, its fins also slapping the water surface; the whole dolphin turned into a repeater: "Really? Really?"

It even excitedly spat out water rings, its excitement overflowing.

Ling Yue nodded: "Of course."

Afterwards she squeezed in a visit to the factory; everything was stable. Ling Yue placed the stray animal protection base last, first going not there but to the coffee shop—a cat‑themed café, which was originally the shop of Gua Gua's owner's best friend; she hadn't forgotten that the base's little cats work there.

Upon entering, a light fragrance wafted over.

"Meow~"

"Hello, human~"

The Ragdoll cat twins lay in the little basket; the moment they saw her, their sky‑blue eyes widened—it's their boss!

Ling Yue saw Yellow Citrus here; she found it hard to describe, but it obediently lay on the tabletop, its tail wrapped around a girl's wrist, sunlight streaming in—person and cat seemed coated in a layer of golden, fluffy light, making one feel at peace without realizing it.

In the café, many customers' glances furtively landed on the female boss.

Enviable, the Pirate Captain Yellow Citrus is famously aloof in the shop—only the manager can get close enough for a kiss.

What surprised Ling Yue most was Yellow Citrus's affectionate demeanor—there was no trace of its former aloofness.

Literally a clingy little cat.

Seeing her, Wang Yuyan's eyes flickered with surprise, then she immediately hugged the Pirate Captain Yellow Citrus and went to meet her; from Yellow Citrus's obedient behavior it was clear that it had truly grown accustomed and accepted her.

Wang Yuyan: "Mis—Miss Ling, you've come!"

"I'd said a few days ago I'd come find you, but I didn't expect you to actually show up—what coffee flavor do you like? How about I bring you a slice of strawberry cake?"

Ling Yue's gaze showed surprise, thrown off by her fiery enthusiasm—this is too warm, right?

She shook her head and countered: "What do you need me for?"

The other smiled gently, holding Yellow Citrus: "It's because of it."

She said, tapping the kitten's nose with her fingertip, smiling openly: "I want to adopt Yellow Citrus."

Yes, after over half a year, she finally got Yellow Citrus to accept her! Wang Yuyan thought, if not for worrying about the shop's full customers, she'd want to throw her hands up and laugh—her efforts haven't gone unrewarded!

Ling Yue looked again at Yellow Citrus; the cat licked its fur and said tsundere: "Look, seeing how much she likes me, I'll like her a little bit in return."

"I'm not some weak little human; if I refused her, she'd definitely cry—and she'd cry ugly."

Ling Yue couldn't help but curl her lips at hearing this; the tsundere cat has a thousand and one reasons, never saying it's because of her, yet every line seems to say just that.

She figured it out and immediately agreed.

Later she also ran into Gua Gua's owner; Ling Yue lingered a while, unable to refuse the warm hospitality, eating a slice of strawberry cake—although Wang Yuyan is just a casual shop manager who normally doesn't handle food prep, otherwise she wouldn't feel so at ease petting the cats.

But she certainly has her own way of reading people.

The chef's skills are excellent, the ingredients fresh; the strawberry cake is sweet‑tart, dotted with fresh strawberry flesh, and tastes fantastic!

Ling Yue packed a slice, then drove to the Jing Shi suburban ski resort.

After several heavy snowfalls, with dedicated personnel repairing it, the ski resort is now a expanse of white snow, and many figures can still be seen.

Ling Yue let out a breath, saw a familiar figure, hurried over, and suddenly tapped the person from behind: "Jun Jun!"

The latter turned lightly, face showing a smile, as if just reacting, gave a clumsy performance of surprise.

Ling Yue: "……"

One look and you could tell he wasn't scared at all.

Boring.

However, she curled the corner of her mouth, putting on a mysterious air, making Jun Jun endlessly curious; suddenly, his nose twitched, and he smelled a sweet-and-sour scent.

Ling Yue: "Strawberry cake, want some?"

Jun Jun smiled so hard his eyes nearly turned into crescents; he was naturally bright and sunny, now even more beaming; before he could say anything, a dog's head quietly poked out from behind him—it was Dahei.

It tilted its head, ears perked: "What to eat? Eat what?"

After a moment, Ling Yue and Jun Jun burst out laughing in unison.

"Greedy dog!",,.