Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2615 - 2551: That Is a Medicinal Painting

Yet, she quickly regained her composure.

Those kinds of paintings lose their mystical powers gradually after six months or a full year, fading away over time.

Although some residual effects might linger, distinguishing them from regular artwork, they certainly won't deliver the same stunning impact as before.

Thus, even though Hu Xiangyong had laid eyes on that painting, she didn't feel overly anxious.

Still, keeping it under wraps was no longer feasible now that he had spotted it.

Therefore, Chiang Xiao countered directly: "Mr. Hu, are you inquiring about a medicine painting?"

"Medicine painting?" Hu Xiangyong looked shocked that she stated it so bluntly.

"Yes, aren’t you referring to the painting at the Bai Family’s residence? That’s a medicine painting, with medicinal juice blended into the paint, releasing healing properties long after completion."

Chiang Xiao remained perfectly poised.

Ding Haijing felt even more astonished by her reaction.

Chiang Xiao actually possesses this talent?

Medicine painting?

Why had she kept it secret all this time? No whispers of it had ever surfaced publicly.

Revealing such an ability would surely skyrocket her popularity, wouldn’t it?

Reflecting further, though, he figured her current fame was already impressive enough—parading more might invite trouble.

This deepened his admiration for Chiang Xiao; she held her ground steadily, untouched by greed for wealth, unflinching before Hu Xiangyong’s abrupt probe.

In his shoes, facing piles of cash and riches, he probably couldn’t keep such perfect control.

"So, can Xiao Chiang still produce these medicine paintings? I heard Old Bai started off quite ill, even suffering a stroke. It was your painting that pulled him through. With a talent like that, why keep it hidden? It could bring you massive fame and wealth," Hu Xiangyong remarked.

Chiang Xiao offered a smile.

"Mr. Hu, do you know the key difference between us?"

"What’s that?" Hu Xiangyong arched a brow.

"You’re a merchant, but I’m not."

Chiang Xiao stated firmly: "You chase after profit, while I don’t. Painting brings me joy, and sure, I want my works to fetch decent sums for a comfortable life, but I’ve never reduced existence to mere commerce in art. Frankly, Mr. Hu, I’m crafting a collection now—scenes of Shuishan Ancient Town—and I intend an exhibition. All proceeds from sales there will go straight to the welfare center."

Hu Xiangyong stood momentarily stunned.

Chiang Xiao’s bearing struck him as genuinely serene and genuine; she shared her ambitions openly without evasion, revealing no hints of remorse or panic.

Could an eighteen-year-old with secrets stay this unruffled?

Before he responded, Chiang Xiao went on.

"Moreover, Mr. Hu flatters me excessively. My paintings don’t wield such potent effects. You must know the Bai Family’s situation—they summoned top physicians for Old Bai, loaded him with prescriptions. My artwork wasn’t essential; his recovery was inevitable. The medicine painting offered minor aid at best, mainly acting as a mental boost for Old Bai, convincing him that viewing it sped his healing."

With a faint smile, Chiang Xiao added: "I’m sure Mr. Hu understands how a patient’s mindset can truly aid recovery."