Chapter 480 - 480: Explanation

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

With satisfaction, Shen Xi looked at the scene that disappeared from the live broadcast. Then, she cut the scene and sent a message to Jiang Xue, “The greatest sorrow of a person is that their heart is cheap, and they don’t know it. Am I talking about you? Jiang Xue.”

Then Shen Xi told Shen Yan and his wife, “Dad and Mom, pack up and come to Beijing today. I haven’t seen you for a few days and suddenly miss you. I’ve already found a house. Let’s celebrate the New Year in Beijing this year.”

Of course, she missed them, but the more important reason was that she wanted to avoid Jiang Xue finding them.

Jiang Xue could say with certainty that the creativity was hers because she must have intended to ask Lu Shan to admit that creativity was indeed Jiang Xue’s paintings when she was young. However, Lu Shan had copied them and hidden her signature.

Lu Shan might be convinced by her character and eighteen years of kinship. Shen Xi would never let such a thing happen. Since Jiang Xue dared to plagiarize Lu Shan’s painting, she had to be punished.

When Jiang Xue used other people’s things and even said bad words to hurt people, she could not let it go.

Shen Yan and his wife, who had received Shen Xi’s message, looked at each other and sighed in unison. They naturally knew what Shen Xi meant.

Jiang Xue will come looking for them soon. She must have wanted Lu Shan to compromise. This was something that Shen Xi could not tolerate. Of course, it was also something that Shen Yan could not take. How could his little darling be wronged like this?

They watched the entire live broadcast. They could reluctantly accept if Jiang Xue had slandered them as drunkards and gamblers.

However, Lu Shan could tell Jiang Xue’s works, especially those trom the Time series, was Shen Xi’s. Shen Xi had the habit of hiding her signature. Before she was eighteen, her signature was the initialization of her name, “JX.” After the name was changed, her signature became ” SY.”

As for Jiang Xue’s works, each had a hidden signature of “JX.” It was not the initials of “Snowfall,” as Jiang Xue had said, but the initials of “Jiang Xi.”

They couldn’t accept that Jiang Xue had plagiarized Shen Xi’s work. They couldn’t even make up for losing their daughter for 18 years. How could they tolerate others bullying her maliciously?

“Baby, let’s go. We’ll pack up and go to Beijing. It just so happens that the fields aren’t busy in winter, so we’re free.” Shen Yan said.

Lu Shan leaned into Shen Yan’s arms and nodded. “Alright, then I’ll bring those paintings over too. It saves us the trouble of making another trip when we need them.”

Shen Yan nodded, and the two got up to pack their things.

When Xue Liu pulled her, Jiang Xue had just walked to the back of the stage. Before she could react, she heard Xue Liu scolding her, “Tell me what happened. How dare you plagiarize Lin Lu’s work? Do you still want Lin Lu to prove it to you? How could she prove it? Didn’t you say you couldn’t find her?”

Jiang Xue suppressed the urge to strangle the old woman in front of her and explained, “Master, I didn’t plagiarize. Those ideas were indeed conceived by me when I was young. As for Master Lin Lu, I only found out about her whereabouts now.”

“Where is Lin Lu?” Xue Liu’s eyes were sharp, and her voice was low.

Jiang Xue struggled in her heart but ultimately decided to tell the truth.

Jiang Xue looked at the people around her, saying, “You guys go out first. We have something to talk about.”

After the staff in the room walked out, Jiang Xue pulled Xue Liu to sit on a chair at the side.

Jiang Xue sighed and said, “Master, I didn’t deliberately hide it from you.” I just found out that my adoptive mother was Lin Lu. When you asked me who I learned painting from before, I could only think of the teachers in the institution because my adoptive mother only taught me a few times by chance.”

Jiang Xue looked at Xue Liu’s slightly shocked expression and continued, “I don’t know what happened to her. In my memory, she rarely painted and didn’t like to teach me. She was addicted to gambling all day.”

When Xue Liu heard Jiang Xue’s words, she could not help but sigh a little. Lin Lu, who had a certain status in art, had given up painting and became a gambler. This was indeed a pity.

“My drawing skills weren’t excellent when I was young, so some creative products were still immature. So, my foster mother would help me copy it again and hang it on the wall, saying it was for me to keep as a souvenir. I never thought that she would write her signature on it.” Jiang Xue observed Xue Liu’s reaction and pushed the blame onto Lu Shan..