Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 684: Miss Home
Sophie Wilson turned to Charles Seymour and asked, "Does Grandpa like to wear or play with those things?"
Charles Seymour shook his head, "Not really."
Especially as he gets older, if something were to get chipped or damaged, Grandpa would be distressed.
After all, this represents Sophie’s sentiments; if it were truly broken, Grandpa would surely feel upset.
"Then let’s choose an ornament," Sophie Wilson quickly decided.
"Alright, miss, all the ornaments are over here." The saleslady smiled, leading Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour to the adjacent counter.
One must admit that the items in the Lingzhu Jade Store are indeed quite beautiful. Despite not considering herself to have a very strong aesthetic sense, Sophie could feel a certain liveliness in the carvings of those ornaments; truly, they were exquisitely crafted.
"Rest assured, you two, all our products at Lingzhu Jade Store are handmade, not mass-produced by machines," the saleslady proudly stated, "Each ornament is unique; there are absolutely no duplicates."
After looking at these ornaments, Sophie Wilson asked, "Is the second floor better?"
"Yes, the quality of the jade on the second floor is superior, all crafted by master carvers," confirmed the saleslady.
"Let’s go to the second floor then," Sophie turned to seek Charles Seymour’s opinion.
Naturally, Charles Seymour had no objections.
He could afford the items here, after all.
The saleslady led Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour upstairs, introducing them one by one.
One must admit, the items on the second floor were indeed better than those on the first. They were so stunning that it made one want to take them all home.
However... Sophie Wilson frowned slightly, always feeling that these ornaments lacked a certain something, not quite what she was looking for.
Sophie Wilson asked, "Are all the store’s ornaments here?"
"Yes, miss," the saleslady confirmed.
Sophie pursed her lips, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
"Didn’t see anything you like?" Charles Seymour, naturally understanding Sophie’s mindset, asked, "Why not look at other items? It doesn’t have to be an ornament."
"That works," Sophie Wilson nodded, not forcing the issue; there were indeed many other great items.
Just as Sophie Wilson walked towards another counter and looked up, she suddenly noticed an independent showcase under the counter’s light displaying an ornament.
The entire ornament was composed of green, red, and purple colors, about the size of a basketball. The key was that it was splendidly transparent, the colors incredibly bright and pure, with the rich hues complementing yet not affecting each other, remarkably harmonious.
The key was that the ornament’s carved flowers and auspicious clouds were extraordinarily lively, making it soothing to the heart.
At first glance, Sophie Wilson couldn’t move. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat, and she inexplicably fell in love with this ornament, truly wishing she could take it home immediately.
"I want this!" Sophie Wilson declared firmly.
When she spoke, her gaze was fixed on the ornament, naturally not noticing the saleslady’s troubled expression.
Hearing Sophie Wilson’s words, the saleslady was about to respond when someone else spoke first.
"This piece is called ’Miss’; it conveys both the longing for relatives in one’s hometown and the joy of eventual reunion," Ophelia Wilson slowly approached, gazing at ’Miss’ with great appreciation.
