Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
At the exhibition venus, the industry insiders in front were all looking at the drawings in high spirits, and there were all sorts of compliments. The people who didnât understand art echoed them and applauded. Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured down on them.
The originally noisy and lively scene instantly fell silent.
Everyone looked at the source of the voice. Song Fengwan slowly stood up from her seat.
Gao Xueâs fingers gripped the microphone tightly, and she was gritting her teeth so tightly that they were creaking.?Iâve already registered the patents. What does this wretched girl want to do?
âMiss?â The bodyguard at the side reminded Song Fengwan to take note of the occasion.
âTeacher Gao, I just want to ask you if these drawings are really your original creations?â Song Fengwan looked straight at her. Her phoenix eyes were red, seemingly on fire, burning and intimidating.
At this moment, the mediaâs focus was completely on her.
She was standing in the audience, her eyes burning like torches, making Gao Xue inexplicably alarmed.
In the past, at the tutoring center, she had already been outstanding because she was beautiful, kept a low profile, and worked hard. But she had always been an eye-catching and outgoing person. If not for the time she had angered a studentâs parent, Gao Xue would have even thought that this student was so introverted that she didnât like to talk.
Gao Xue had already introduced the last exhibit and was enjoying the applause and envy of everyone. She had been worried that Song Fengwan would jump out and expose herâ¦
One drawing after another had come out, but there had still been no movement in the audience. Her hanging heart finally let loose.
But she didnât expect that this wretched girl would choose to step forward at the last moment.
When she heard what Song Fengwan said, it felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck, and her face was deathly pale.
She had been on tenterhooks until the last moment, and Song Fengwan had chosen this moment to expose her. How ruthless.
âThese drawings are definitely originals. Weâve already registered many of the original design elements.â President Qi came out to smooth things over.
âIâm asking Teacher Gao. Did you create these drawings by yourself?â Song Fengwan ignored the person who stood up.
She had been sitting in the audience silently and enduring, wanting to see how long she would continue acting.
She had watched silently as she showed off, wanting to see how shameless she could be.
âWhat do you mean by that? Are you questioning me?â Gao Xue tightened her grip on the microphone. She was full of hatred in her heart. If not for the current situation, she would have strangled this wretched girl in front of her to death.
But Song Fengwan didnât let her off. âTeacher Gao, you havenât answered my question! Are you the original creator?!â
Gao Xue gritted her teeth. âWhat do you think?!â
Sitting in the audience, Jing Hanchuan laughed softly.?Gao Xue is obviously trying to divert the topic. Itâs a pity that Fu Chenâs little wife isnât someone easy to fool. Sheâs probably going crazy from anger right now.
The organizer, Mr. Qi, couldnât do anything to Song Fengwan directly, so he could only seek Yan Wangchuanâs help. âMr. Yan, youâ¦â
His meaning was was:
Your daughter is causing trouble!
As a father, itâs time for you to come out and manage her.
Yan Wangchuan remained sitting in his seat as steady as a mountain. âWanwan, since you have questions, you might as well go up and clarify them.â
Song Fengwan smiled. âOkay.â
Everyone was dumbfounded. What were this father and daughter doing?
Going on stage directly?
They were clearly here to cause trouble.
President Qi was even more dumbfounded.?Itâs fine if you donât care, but how can you even encourage her to go on stage? Arenât you deliberately causing trouble?!
âPresident Yanâ¦â The organizer leaned beside Yan Wangchuan and lowered his voice. âTeacher Gaoâs works are really original. Weâve already applied for patents. On such a big occasion, donât you think your daughterâs actions areâ¦
âThere are so many people and reporters present today. If things donât look good later, it wonât be easy to clean up the mess.
âNo matter what, sheâs your daughter. Look at the current situationâ¦â
Yan Wangchuan gave him a deep look. âIâm her motherâs second marriage. My daughter has a big temper, and Iâm just her stepfather. I really donât know how to discipline her.â He dismissed him with his words.
The man was dumbfounded and didnât know what to say.
Rumor had it that Yan Wangchuan was difficult to deal with, and he could choke people to death with his words. It was indeed true.
What do you mean? Donât you care about her? Are you going to watch her cause trouble?
Song Fengwan was already preparing to go on stageâ¦
âMiss Song, itâs not appropriate for you to go upâ¦â A security guard immediately stopped her.
âThatâs right, Miss Song. If you want to communicate, you can wait for the exhibition to end. I can arrange for you two to meet alone. Wouldnât it be better for you to talk in private?â President Qi didnât know what Song Fengwan wanted to do either.
He thought about itâ¦
Is it because Gao Xue tried to seduce Yan Wangchuan a few days ago, and she came here to settle the score?
At this moment, Gao Xueâs face was as pale as a sheet. If she hadnât applied some rouge, everyone would have definitely seen how deathly pale her face was. Her fingers gripped the microphone, and her back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
âSince theyâre definitely originals, youâre naturally not afraid of me asking you a few questions, right, Teacher Gao?!â
Gao Xue had seldom faced such an occasion, so she was already so frightened that she found it difficult to control herself. Moreover, she didnât know what Song Fengwan was going to do, so she felt uneasy.
Just as Song Fengwan was about to go up, two security guards blocked her path again.
âWeâre all in the creative industry, so itâs normal to interact with each other. Do you want to be rough with my daughter here?â Yan Wangchuan asked.
The organizer was really driven crazy by Yan Wangchuan.?You f*cking just said that you canât control your daughter, and now, youâre not allowing us to touch her. What do you want?!
Jing Hanchuan raised his hand to gesture to the person beside him, and the Jing family members immediately moved.
Before the security guards could do anything, they were quickly pulled down by people. Their movements were so fast that they left people speechless. Gao Xue was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat. When she looked around again, there were no longer people in security uniforms around her but a group of men in black she didnât know.
Everyone thought that Yan Wangchuan had brought them here, so they werenât too surprised.
Meanwhile, Yan Wangchuan thought that they were Fu Chenâs people and didnât think much about it.
God knew that Sixth Master Jing, whom everyone in the capital feared, was sitting in a corner.
On the other hand, He Shiqing, sitting in the audience, started to look around. The venue was dim, so she couldnât see anything clearly. But she was certain.
Jing Hanchuan was here.
And he was helping Song Fengwan.
Why is helping Song Fengwan?
He Shiqing looked at the person slowly walking up the stage.?How did a little girl like her come into contact with the Jing family? Is it because of the Yan family or the Qiao family?
Gao Xue looked at Song Fengwan. From her initial shock and panic, she gradually became fearless.
After all, she had the patents, and Song Fengwan was just a little girl. So what if she had the Yan familyâs support? She had already received the approval of an international master.
Even if the Qiao family came now, she wasnât afraid.
She couldnât make everyone believe her just because of a few words.
This exhibition was being broadcasted live, and the fans in the livestream exploded.
âWho is this person? She came on stage at a time like this. She must have gone crazy from wanting to become famous. Teach Gao has won so many awards. Who do you think you are to come out and criticize her?â
âThe funniest thing is that she actually asked if they were originals. Sheâs already applied for patents. If theyâre not originals, what are they?â
âI heard that because Master Joe is coming, the live broadcast is global. Sheâs really f*cking embarrassing us to the world.â
âShe seems to be Yan Wangchuanâs stepdaughter. Yan Wangchuan married his junior sister. Then, isnât she Old Master Qiaoâs granddaughter?â
âIs she here to seek redress for the Qiao family? F*ck, they havenât said anything for so long and havenât apologized for the plagiarism. Now that sheâs come on stage, sheâll probably use this opportunity to cause trouble.â
â¦
Song Fengwan had accompanied Yan Wangchuan here openly. When the two of them appeared, someone in the livestream had already dug up her background.
This made the jaws of many students of Beijing University drop.
⦠Especially the students of the art school. Because the exhibition was related to their major and a teacher of the school, 90% of the students were watching the live broadcast.
Even Hu Xinyue and Miao Yating were watching in front of a laptop.
When they saw the comments about Song Fengwanâs identity, the two of them were dumbfounded.
Hu Xinyue was currently eating steamed buns and soy milk. She spat a mouthful of soy milk on the screen and choked until she coughed.
âHu Xinyue, this is my laptop. Be careful.â Miao Yating hurriedly wiped her laptop with a tissue.
Hu Xinyue turned her head to look at her photo of Old Master Qiao on the wall at the side and then at the screen again.
âYating, do you think Iâm still asleep? Why are these people saying that Wanwan is Old Master Qiaoâs granddaughter?â
âLet me try pinching you.â Miao Yating also found it hard to accept and was dumbfounded.
âOkay.â
Immediately afterward, a scream resembling a pig being slaughtered resounded from their dorm room.
âGeez, Yating, youâre too ruthless. Did you want to pinch me to death?â Hu Xinyue rubbed her thigh.?This is really not a dream.
âI didnât use much force.â Miao Yating pointed at the screen and quickly watched the live broadcast. âThis says that Yan Wangchuan is Wanwanâs stepfather, not her biological fatherâ¦â
âF*ck, this is definitely not the Yan Wangchuan we know.â At this moment, Hu Xinyue felt so embarrassed that she could die. She had once boasted in front of Yan Wangchuan that she wanted to work at the Yan Group.
F*ck!
How embarrassing.
If Song Fengwan was Old Master Qiaoâs granddaughter, the man who had sent her to school when school started and called her cousin was her elder brother from her uncleâs family. Wasnât he Old Master Qiaoâs grandson then?
She actually acted as Old Master Qiaoâs braindead fan and simp in front of his grandson?
Was there anything more embarrassing than this?
Miao Yating had already taken out her phone and started searching. There were no photos of Yan Wangchuan online, but there was a lot of gossip about him and Qiao Aiyun, including Qiao Aiyunâs second marriage. Her former husband used to be a wealthy businessman surnamed Song in Yuncheng.
âXinyue, weâve lived with a rich second-generation heir for a few months, yet we didnât know it. Are we fools?â Miao Yating was dumbfounded.
âI even treated her to steamed buns all the time and asked her to prepare hot water for me.â Hu Xinyue covered her face with her hands. âSong Fengwan hid it too well.â
âBy the way, when Wanwan came back after National Day, didnât she give us a bracelet each? The boxes were from the Jade Hall of Spring, yet you said they were imitations.â
âF*ck!â Hu Xinyue immediately returned to her seat and started searching for the bracelet.
If this is f*cking authentic, how much does it cost?
All the Jingmei students watched as the comments about Old Master Qiao, his granddaughter, and the Yan family kept appearingâ¦
They were thunderstruck.
They actually saw someone blood-related to Old Master Qiao and had even attended classes together. With such a background and connections, it was normal for the dean to take care of her occasionally. If she really used her connections, it wouldnât be a problem for her to come to the Central Academy of Fine Arts without taking any test.
From the looks of it now, those accusations about her abusing her privilege to skip classes were simply fleeting clouds.
Everyone was confused by the title of Old Madam Qiaoâs granddaughter.
At this moment, Duan Linbai was the most frantic.
He was already clamoring in the group chat.
Little White Dragon in the Waves: [F*ck, why didnât you call me for such a big show? WoooâIâm going to cheer Little Sister-in-Law on!]
Jing Hanchuan: [Driving your bulldozer?]
[F*ck, why are you here?] Duan Linbai was stunned.
In this group chat, other than him, everyone else was usually a lurker. Jing Hanchuan was also the type who didnât show up easily.
[Oh, I happened to be at the scene. I need to stream it to you.] Jing Hanchuan specially streamed it to him.
Duan Linbai was instantly hopping mad.
âF*ck, Jing Hanchuan, you shameless thing!â
Why didnât he call me over for such a thing? Are we still brothers?
The assistant and the group of Duan Group employees at the side were all so frightened that their backs turned cold.?Arenât we going to visit a household that wonât leave? Why are you suddenly scolding Sixth Master Liu?
âF*ck, Iâm going on strike! Iâm not doing it anymore!â Duan Linbai was furious.?Even an old zombie like Jing Hanchuan, who rarely goes out, went out. It must be a big show.
He was a person who wanted to watch a show, but he didnât have the life to watch the show.
âLittle Boss, youâre quitting?â The assistant was dumbfounded.?Even if you want to go back, you should walk to the car.
Is he preparing to go back to the capital on foot?
Has Little Boss gone stupid from anger?
âLittle Boss!â
âDonât f*cking call me. I want to go home!â Duan Linbai swung his arm angrily.
âButâ¦â The little assistant pointed at the car.
âIf you stop me again, Iâll fight it out with you!â Duan Linbai pulled off his hard hat and rubbed his flattened hair.
The little assistant coughed twice. âIf you want to walk back, go ahead.â
Duan Linbai was stunned.
He turned around and walked to the car.. He was really muddled from anger.