Chapter 164: 160 Zhong Manhua's Unprecedented Regret [2 more updates]

Foreigners always speak directly.

Especially those involved in the arts, they never tend to consider the feelings of those they are not interested in.

Ying Luwei’s face instantly turned red.

She stood there, at a loss, with a burning sensation on her face.

Beyond embarrassment, there was also shock.

Hadn’t her agent told her that Bart Heber accepted her invitation? How then was it for Ying Zijin?

Could Ying Zijin possibly have the talent and qualifications to bring a world-famous pianist all the way from O Continent?

She did not believe it, not one bit.

Zhong Manhua, however, was stunned, “Mr. Bart, what did you say?”

“The other one! The other performer!” Bart looked around backstage and, not seeing anyone, turned around angrily and shouted, “Berg, you idiot, the student you said could draw better than you isn’t even here.”

Around the corner, Berg approached with a cup of ice cream, quite pleased with himself, “Thanks for covering for me.”

Bart: “…”

He knew it, those artsy types were inhuman!

Zhong Manhua’s head was spinning and swelling, barely able to comprehend what Bart was talking about.

A female student who could draw better than Berg?

Ying Zijin?

How could that be?

“Let’s go, let’s go.” Bart didn’t want to stay another second and didn’t glance at Ying Luwei again.

“Bart, don’t forget, make sure to persuade Master Ying for me.”

“I know, I know, so annoying.”

“Mr. Berg, wait, please wait,” Zhong Manhua hurried after him, “Mr. Berg, when you visited Verdant last time, wasn’t it because someone cheated?”

“Cheating?” Berg originally didn’t want to bother, but hearing this word, he had to stop, fuming with anger, “How dare you insult Master Ying? If she were cheating, I wouldn’t even deserve to paint!”

“Don’t talk to me, get lost, get lost, get lost.”

He was so angry that he pushed Zhong Manhua away.

Ying Luwei quickly stepped forward to support her, “Sister-in-law!”

But Zhong Manhua couldn’t come back to her senses, completely stunned.

Master Ying!

Master Ying, the honorary professor at the O Continent Royal Academy of Arts?

Her English was only good enough for everyday conversation, but she didn’t mishear.

Zhong Manhua also recalled the call from someone claiming to be from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association, who used the same title, and she thought it was a scammer.

But in reality, the Ying Family truly had a Master Ying!

Zhong Manhua didn’t have time to think further and quickly took out her phone, found the number she had blocked, and called it.

After three rings, it was answered.

Zhong Manhua’s heart pounded, “Hello, this is Master Ying’s mother. The matter before——”

“Beep beep beep.”

Before she could finish, the other party hung up.

When Zhong Manhua called back, it was busy.

She had been blocked.

Zhong Manhua stared at her phone, with a blush of shame spreading across her face.

An unprecedented feeling of regret filled her heart, squeezing it so tight she could barely breathe, sharp as a needle’s sting.

She could imagine that if she hadn’t treated that call as a scam, she could now be having tea and chatting with the masters from the Hua Country Calligrapher Association.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She had fantasized about such a thing before, after all, she was very interested in calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting.

Unfortunately, neither Xiao Xuan nor Tianlv had much talent in this regard.

Zhong Manhua could only give up.

But now she had refused a golden opportunity that had come knocking at her door, even offending the Hua Country Calligrapher Association.

But how could Ying Zijin be good at painting?

Zhong Manhua’s mind was a mess, filled with even more regret.

Ying Luwei was half in doubt and half anxious, “Sister-in-law?”

“…It’s nothing.” Zhong Manhua snapped back to reality in a daze, “Luwei, let’s go.”

**

It was nearly seven o’clock.

The Great Hall was already full.

The online streaming equipment was also turned on, with the livestream currently at 120,000 viewers.

Along with the fans present today, these were Ying Luwei’s remaining active fans.

Old Master Zhong, Jiang Ran, and Xiu Yu and others sat in the front row, with Zhong Manhua naturally present, although at some distance.

There was also a vacant seat beside Old Master Zhong, a prime spot.

“Xiao Ran, is your mother coming?”

“No.” Jiang Ran’s expression stiffened for a moment, “My mother went back to the capital.”

“That’s odd,” Old Master Zhong was puzzled, “this place——”

“Grandpa Zhong.”

A languid, nonchalant voice fell from above his head with a touch of irreverence.

Upon recognising the newcomer, Old Master Zhong clutched his chest, “You scamp, just like your grandfather, always enjoying giving people a fright.”