The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Feifei couldn't let go of the opportunity to embarrass Yu Ziqing!

"You can say that the whole painting is a copy just based on this yellow dot, isn't that incredible? You have to be responsible for what you say. Show evidence! Otherwise, Master Fang can sue you for defamation!"

Yu Ziqing glanced at her, pointed at the painting and said loudly, "Master Fang's every painting has his hidden imprint. For example, in "Homecoming Night", there are several stars in the night sky forming a square character. "

"The head of the car in "Rainy Day" has square characters made of raindrops. I believe these are Master Fang's own preferences."

"But this portrait doesn't."

Yu Feifei was still dissatisfied, "I can't convince everyone about this, maybe Master Fang forgot, or just simply didn't want to do that?"

Fang Jue suddenly said, "No! I haven't forgotten! It's in my original work!"

What surprised him was that this little girl noticed his small thoughts.

He had already painted enough covertly that he thought that no second person would know.

Choked by Master Fang himself, Yu Feifei opened her mouth and immediately closed it.

After all, it wasn't Yu Ziqing who made a fool of himself, but her.

Yu Ziqing observed Fang Jue's reaction and already guessed a thing or two.

I'm afraid Fang Jue himself didn't even know that his original work was not here.

Yu Ziqing went on to say, "If it wasn't for the fact that there is a painting in the exhibition hall, which is very similar to the painting habits of this painting, I am not sure."

Fang Jue was shocked, "Who?"

Yu Ziqing recalled, "That painting seems to be called "Autumn"?"

The painting was top-notch, but it didn't feel amazing, so she didn't remember it.

He Kun stood up and said angrily, "Old Fang, who has touched your painting? How many people have handled it?"

Fang Jue's face was very ugly, "The author of "Autumn" is my student. I have no time to return to China for this exhibition, so I asked him to bring the painting back first, and he sent it here."

Lu Guangshen said angrily: "Hurry up and call him to confront him! Little boy, you dare to play tricks in front of us, you don't want to live!"

After half an hour.

A 27-year-old man came, his temperament was very similar to Fang Jue's, gentle and refined, with a scholarly temperament about him.

His attitude towards Fang Jue was very respectful, "Teacher."

Fang Jue asked in a deep voice, "Hongbo, what's the matter with my painting?"

Jiang Hongbo's expression changed, his eyes flustered, "Teacher, what's wrong with this painting?"

The irritable Lu Guangshen yelled, "Boy! Don't act stupid! You lost your teacher's drawing, and how dare you pretend to be stupid here!"

Yu Ziqing stepped back and watched quietly, she also wanted to find out what was going on.

And she still hopes to see Fang Jue's real work.

At some point, He Xuanchen had already walked to her side, and whispered in her ear, "I have good eyesight."

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him, turned around to leave, and didn't want to talk to this man.

He Xuanchen pulled her back.

Yu Ziqing frowned, stared at his hands, and warned in a low voice: "Let go of your hands, or I'll be rude."

He Xuanchen raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to lick or bite?"

Yu Ziqing: "?"

She originally planned to bite down hard, but after hearing what he said, she couldn't bite down.

"Are you disgusting?" Yu Ziqing couldn't believe that He Xuanchen would say those words.

He Xuanchen smiled charmingly, "You still don't understand me. After getting along for a long time, you will find that I am not only disgusting, but also despicable."

Yu Ziqing: "..."

Seeing her speechless for a moment, He Xuanchen smiled triumphantly, "Come with me, the old man wants to see you."

Yu Ziqing: "Why are you seeing me?"

She naturally knew that the old man he was talking about was He Kun.

He Xuanchen pulled her and whispered in her ear, "Tiandu."

Yu Ziqing frowned, "Who is causing trouble?"

He Xuanchen smiled charmingly, "Of course it's to make things difficult for him."

VIP room.

He Kun sat on the sofa like a prince or general.

He Kun looked at Yu Ziqing, his eyebrows twisted into twists.

"Grandpa." Yu Ziqing considered that He Kun's age was already in her grandpa's generation, so she took the initiative to speak respectfully.

He Kun hummed, and pointed to the seat next to him, "Both of you sit down."

After the two sat down, He Kun spoke again, "Girl, shouldn't you give the He family an explanation?"

"What are your plans now?" He Kun looked at Yu Ziqing expectantly.

Yu Ziqing instantly understood his intentions, "Grandpa, don't worry, it's impossible for me to talk to your grandson."

He Kun looked at her in bewilderment, wanting to pry into the secret in her heart, to make sure if it was her sincere words.

He Xuanchen sat quietly beside Yu Ziqing, propping his cheek with one hand, and looked at her with interest.

Suddenly fell into a strange atmosphere.

Yu Ziqing stood up and was about to leave, but was pulled back by He Xuanchen.

He Xuanchen locked her tightly in his arms, and looked at He Kun with a smile.

"The family motto of the He family is that a man in the He family will only marry one wife in his life, and if he leaves or dies, he is not allowed to marry again."

"Grandpa, have you forgotten about this?"

He Kun snorted, his face a little uncomfortable.

Could it be that he really watched the He family die?
Yu Ziqing was a little surprised, she had never heard of this family motto of the He family.

Back then, she hurriedly registered her marriage with He Xuanchen, and then lived in Yulinshan Villa, knowing nothing about the He family.

He Xuanchen continued to laugh, "You can decide how to end the trouble you caused yourself."

With a dark face, He Kun watched them leave, speechless with anger.

Yu Ziqing was forced out of the VIP room by He Xuanchen's arms, and finally pushed him away, "Are you planning to fight me to the end?"

The corners of He Xuanchen's lips twitched evilly, "As I said, the game has just begun."

"Okay, you want to play games, right? I'll play with you." Yu Ziqing turned around to leave after speaking.

Fang Jue trotted over to stop her, panting, "Son, can we have a chat?"

Yu Ziqing looked surprised, then nodded and said, "Of course."

Fang Jue looked at He Xuanchen, "Xuanchen, Grandpa Fang won't delay you for too long."

He Xuanchen didn't say anything, but silently followed.

Cafe.

Fang Jue is over fifty years old, elegant and shy, which shows that he doesn't have much contact with outsiders and is not good at socializing.

He Xuanchen was in an invisible state, sitting next to Yu Ziqing, as if nothing to do with him, as if it was just a decoration.

Yu Ziqing took the initiative to speak, "Master Fang, how is the painting?"

Fang Jue sighed: "Hongbo is my most promising student, and I still trust him. He said that he came back by plane with the painting, and found that the painting was missing as soon as he got off the plane."

"The painting on display is a manuscript I discarded before. He secretly kept it for his own copying practice. Later, the painting was lost, so he handed in his own painting."

"We have called the police and hope that the police can find the painting. The one currently in the exhibition hall has been removed."

Yu Ziqing nodded, feeling a little regretful that she didn't see the real work.

Fang Jue's students are superb painters, but they follow Fang Jue's style too much and lack self-esteem.

Fang Jue smiled and said, "Son, don't call me Master Fang, call me Uncle Fang."

"Uncle Fang, you can just call me Ziqing." It is a kind of luck to get in touch with such a master, and of course she will not refuse.

He Xuanchen finally had a reaction, and said, "I object!"