Fake painting?

Everyone looked shockingly at Jason.

"Bullshit!"

"I spent 300,000 yuan to get this painting from a wastrel."

"Check out the sun, how round and big it is. Look at the sea, how blue and deep it is."

"I even consulted several experts, including the famous Master Ghost Eye. They all proved the authenticity of it."

Noticing the doubt from those relatives, Jason lost composure, "They all said it's worth at least three million yuan."

"How could you say it's fake?"

"Francis, I need you to apologize, now."

He was ferocious in appearance but feeble in essence, "Or, that isn't done."

"Agreed, you should be careful with your speech."

Hedy was full of contempt, "You are nothing but a househusband. What do you know about calligraphy and paintings?"

Hearing that, those shocked relatives instantly felt they had been fooled by Francis.

How could a loser provided by Thompson Family know anything about sophisticated calligraphy and paintings?

If he was really capable, he didn't have to be a live-in son-in-law.

"Francis, shut up if you don't know a dime. Don't slander Jason."

"Yeah, look at yourself, don't play an expert. Can you really tell the good from the bad?"

"Should a jobless man have the nerve to say the painting is fake?"

"Master Ghost Eye is No. 1 in terms of treasure appraisal. If he said it's real, it can't be fake."

The dozens of relatives became agitated, scorning at Francis mercilessly and harshly.

Rosie looked too embarrassed to scold him.

When would Francis stop being so worthless?

She felt hopeless.

Francis remained composed, "Dad is an antique collector and has discriminated countless scripts and paintings."

"Let him take a look, and you'll see."

Jason's heart somehow convulsed and hesitated.

Francis was too calm. Besides, he spent 30,000 rather than 330,000 for this painting.

Although the seller repeatedly promised it was real, he had been suspicious.

The deal was too cheap after all.

Now he became even more upset.

Could there really be a problem with the painting?

"What are you arguing about?"

Just then, there came a stern female yell from the door, "On this special occasion, do you think this is a vegetable market?"

Quella led her husband, Sam, to get in.

The woman was in her forties but didn't have many marks of aging on her face.

She looked pretty, her skin was fair, and her femininity was still there. An outsider had every reason to believe she was just in her early thirties.

Rumor had it that Quella was very gorgeous when she was young, and her suitors could not be counted.

Rosie and her two sisters inherited her beauty.

However, the woman was shrewish and domineering. As the owner of a large clinic, she was aggressive at home and outside.

Even Sam obeyed her in every way.

Therefore, as soon as Quella came in, the whole place fell into silence.

Jason pointed at Francis and complained, "Mom, it was not me, but that moron Francis said the painting I bought for you is fake."

"This is slander."

He was full of grievances.

Francis said blandly, "It is fake."

"Shut up, what do you know?"

Rosie tugged at Francis's sleeve angrily, "Don't embarrass me, okay?"

Although she hoped Francis could bring her some reputation, as Jason said, how was it possible that he could appreciate calligraphy and paintings?

Quella glanced at Francis in disgust before leading Sam to the seat of honor, "Bring me the painting."

Quella pointed at Jason, "Let your father and I take a look."

Affected by her antique collector husband, Quella also learned a thing or two.

Jason immediately handed the Bright Moon over the Sea to them.

Sam and Quella examined the painting carefully.

Three minutes later, Sam whispered something into Quella's ear.

Quella raised her head for a glance at Jason.

Her eyes looked unpleasant.

Jason was disillusioned. It meant the painting was fake.

Rosie also caught her gaze and rejoiced inwardly. Every dog had his day?

But the following words from Quella put a damper on her.

"The painting is real, a piece of genuine works from Wu Daozi."

Quella stared at Francis with a straight face, "Francis, you are superficial and good for nothing, so, don't make indiscreet remarks on antiques. People will laugh at you."

"Since you've slandered your brother-in-law, you should serve a cup of tea to him and apologize properly."

"Otherwise, you won't go back to Thompson's house."

Francis was stunned. Apparently, the painting was counterfeit. Given Sam and Quella's abilities, they couldn't fail to notice it.

Jason also froze there, but soon he took a tumble and rejoiced.

"Dad, mom, take a closer look. This painting is fake for sure..." Before Francis could explain, Quella snapped, "Nonsense."

"You mean, your father and I are getting so old that our eyes are no longer sharp enough to tell real from fake?"

"I say it's real, and it is real."

She ordered, "Apologize to your sister-in-law now."

Hedy shouted at Francis arrogantly, "Francis, mom said it's true. What else are you gonna say?"

"Mom, take it easy. Francis is a loser per se yet tries to play an expert in front of dad and you."

"Indeed, no need to wrestle with a live-in son-in-law."

"You bet, how is it possible that a househusband can appreciate scripts and paintings? He was definitely slandering Jason."

Those relatives jeered at Francis again.

Jason was in high spirits, "Francis, get your ass over there and apologize."

Francis shot a penetrating gaze at Quella and suddenly showed a hint of ridicule on his face.

It was not that she failed to distinguish the counterfeit. She just didn't want to expose Jason.

In her mind, Francis was a live-in son-in-law while Jason was the boss of a construction company. The latter had a promising future.

How would she damage Jason's reputation for his sake?

Rosie's pretty face turned gloomy, "Francis, apologize."

Hedy snorted, "What are you waiting for? Are you trying to anger dad and mom?"

Francis smiled broadly. So many people bullied him for what reason? The original sin of the weak.

If it was in the past, Francis would definitely bow his head, apologize, and slap himself twice, but he no longer wanted to concede tonight.

The concession would only lead to insatiability, and those around him would get hurt.

Whoosh... Francis stepped up, lifted his fingers, and pinched the painting.

The painting was made from cotton and silk. Now he pinched a thread residue and yanked it.

Chee-ah... The so-called three-million-yuan painting was destroyed instantly. Rosie and others all changed countenances.

Jason was hopping mad, "Francis, what are you doing?"

Ignoring the gazes, Francis directly pulled out a piece of thin thread and threw it on the table.

"Nylon thread!"

"Synthetic fiber!"

"Originated in 1938!"

"Wu Daozi lived over 700 years ago. Can he time travel?"

The whole place fell into dead silence.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Hedy suddenly cried with her mouth agape, her face full of incredibility.

They wanted to laugh at Francis but were humiliated by him.

Modern nylon thread appeared in a painting drawn 700 years ago. Even a fool knew that was impossible.

This was throat-cutting! Jason felt a burning pain from his cheeks.

Quella also showed a sullen face.

"Even if this painting is fake, it's way better than your Pepino melon."

Upset with the contempt from her relatives, Hedy jumped the gun and took out Francis's box.

She opened it.

The Pepino melon was poured out, and she slapped it on the table.

"Someone fooled us with a fake painting, and we are impolite to use it as a present at best."

"But what about you?"

"You brought this Pepino melon as a gift for dad. It's booth goods and poisonous."

Hedy pointed at Francis and cursed, "Compared with your gift, ours are 100 times better."

Jason directly accused him, "This Pepino melon is so ugly. Are you trying to poison dad?"

People glanced at the ugly and red Pepino melon, accusing Francis of his ill intention.

Rosie frowned and tugged at Francis's sleeve, "Francis, apologize to mom."

Instead of apologizing, Francis only pointed to the Pepino melon, "Dad and mom, do you think it's from a stall?"

Sam stared at it. Suddenly his eyelids twitched, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Before he could stand up and shout, Quella checked him.

"The shape is ugly, the color is red, and the smell is pungent."

Quella stared at Francis and snapped, "This is definitely stall goods!"

"For your father's birthday, you present this. Are you trying to kill him?"

Quella sternly reprimanded, "Your brother-in-law is correct. Although his painting is fake, your heart is venomous."

She justified Jason.

Criticism was led to Francis instantly.

Rosie glared at Francis. Was this bastard trying to escalate this and embarrass her even more?

"You heard that?"

Jason gave a grim smile, "Fool, you're trying to embarrass me but become the laughing stock yourself."

Francis looked at Quella and Sam, asking, "Is my gift rubbish?"

"You bet."

Hedy's pretty face turned cold, "In my opinion, it's worse than rubbish."

Francis was disappointed in Thompson Family and thus no longer cared about their dignity.

He picked up the Pepino melon and forced it apart with a crack. While gnawing, he turned on his phone and cast a piece of news on the screen, "At noon today, the annual auction of rare and exotic treasures ended successfully in the Fortune Hall of Intercontinental Hotel in Sea City."

"A rare dragon-head Pepino melon from Kunlun Mountain went sky-high."

"Ms. Helen Shaw from Lake Group won it with three million yuan..." On the screen, the host was impassioned, not only playing the auction scene but also displaying the Pepino melon.

It looked ugly, red, like a dragon's head and the same with what Francis was eating.

Even the code of the box on the table was the same as the one on the TV. 9981... Pepino melon?

Kunlun Mountain?

Rarely-seen?

Three million yuan?

Everyone was dumbfounded, and Quella grasped her clothes tightly.

A strong sense of regret assaulted her mind...