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Ma Baoshu nodded.

"Then it's more likely to be a fake." Knowing that the person who sent the painting was Shen Zhiyi, Yu Chun became even more outspoken, "She is my high school classmate, she has a lot of thoughts, so it's not surprising to send fakes."

"Impossible." Ma Baoshu didn't believe it, "She knows I like calligraphy and painting, so she won't hit the gun."

He Chunlai is a famous master of traditional Chinese painting, so many people are staring at his authentic works.

Unless Shen Zhiyi is crazy.

Otherwise there's no reason to do it.

"Then... maybe she was cheated by someone?" Yu Chun frowned, "She doesn't know anything about traditional Chinese paintings, so she can't tell the real ones from the fake ones. She must have bought fake paintings for a cheap price."

At this moment, Shen Zhiyi walked up to the two of them.

"Sister Baoshu, long time no see."

Ma Baoshu was very surprised to see Shen Zhiyi, "Zhiyi, are you coming to the exhibition too?"

"I came with my nephew." Shen Zhiyi smiled, and looked at Yu Chun, "Miss Yu, I seem to have heard you say that the "Lotus Picture" I gave to Sister Baoshu is fake?"

Yu Chun didn't expect that Shen Zhiyi was also there, and suddenly felt the desire to peel off her skin in public, and raised his eyebrows: "There is only one piece of "Lotus Picture", and the original one is hanging here now, what do you think?"

Shen Zhiyi glanced at the paintings on the wall.

To be honest, it is exactly the same as the one she gave Ma Baoshu, and it is difficult for non-professionals to tell the difference.

At this moment.

Yan Ci'an suddenly lifted the red cordon in front of him, bent down and got through, and walked in front of "Lotus Picture".

Yu Chun frowned, "Shen Zhiyi, what's the matter with your nephew, do you understand the rules?"

Yan Ci'an turned a deaf ear, squinted his eyes to look at the painting carefully, even took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight.

Yu Chun was startled, "What are you doing!"

Yan Ci'an glanced at her sideways, with a calm expression: "It's just a fake, are you afraid I'll ruin it?"

"Fake? Are you kidding me?" Yu Chunqi laughed, "My dad is the curator of this art gallery. What do you mean, he purposely made a fake and hung it up for everyone to see as a joke?"

"I don't know what he thinks, but this picture is indeed a fake." Yan Ci'an put away his phone, his eyes were cold, "He Chunlai's style of writing is natural and sophisticated, and the way of texturing is casual and vivid. Although the ink color and seal of this painting are the same as the original , but the style of writing is a bit rigid. There are also these spots of moss, which are also a bit abrupt."

"But don't say it, the author imitates He Chunlai very well. It's hard for ordinary people to see the difference. I'm afraid it's from his personal disciple."

Yan Ci'an's technical terms directly confused Yu Chun.

She frowned, not knowing what was going on, but she still didn't believe that her father would put fakes in his art gallery.

Besides, Shen Zhiyi, a nephew, an ignorant bastard, how could he know Chinese painting?

"Shen Zhiyi, don't let him talk nonsense." Yu Chun's expression was displeased, "Today is a public exhibition, and your nephew is taking every fake one. What's the matter if others hear it?"

Shen Zhiyi glanced at Yan Ci'an from the corner of his eye, with a gentle smile, saying every word: "My nephew said that this painting is fake, it is fake."

After the words fell, the air fell into silence.

Yan Ci'an raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Shen Zhiyi would believe him so much.

Yu Chun was annoyed by the two of them, knowing that it was pointless to continue arguing, she simply gave Ma Baoshu a suggestion:

"Sister Baoshu, ask someone to bring over that painting at home, let's find an expert to appraise it on the spot."

Ma Baoshu was a little hesitant, but she listened to Shen Zhiyi and said: "Just listen to her, find someone to appraise it, and I won't end up being infamous for giving away fakes."

The three came to the living room, and the staff brought them refreshments.

Yan Ci'an was not polite either, he pinched a piece of snack and threw it into his mouth, brushing the dregs off his hands.

"There is paper on the table, can't you see it?" Yu Chun didn't have a good look at Yan Ci'an.

On the day of the wedding, he was the one who opened the door with the key, causing Shen Jiaojiao to make a fool of herself in public.

She still remembers this account.

Yan Ci'an didn't bother to talk to her, leaned back on the sofa, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Yu Chun rolled his eyes, took out his phone, and pulled Gu Youning and Shen Jiaojiao into a group.

[Sisters, do you know who came to the art gallery today? 】

Gu Youning works in the hospital and doesn't look at her phone very much, but Shen Jiaojiao is more free, so she immediately replied: 【Who? 】

[Shen Zhiyi and your husband's son! 】

At this moment, Shen Jiaojiao was lying on a rocking chair basking in the sun.

Seeing the message, he immediately sat up, [What did they do? 】

[Pretend to be a cultural person. 】

【Yan Ci'an is also sick. If he insists that there is a painting in my dad's library that is fake, what does he know? 】

[Wait for the expert to come in a while, and see how I slap him in the face! 】

Yu Chun talked like a reservoir with its gates open, posting everything that happened just now to the group.

【Jiaojiao, just wait, I will help you out with this tone. 】

[Shen Zhiyi and Yan Ci'an are your enemies, so they are also my enemies. After all, you are my good sisters. 】

Shen Jiaojiao is not in the mood to listen to these right now, so she sent Yu Chun: [Take a photo, I want to see them. 】

Without thinking too much, Yu Chun turned on the camera, secretly took a picture of the two of them, and sent it over.

The moment she saw the photo, Shen Jiaojiao's face was extremely ugly.

In the photo, Yan Ci'an was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, unscathed, and his face was not even stained.

She thought that Yan Ci'an was taken away by those people, and he was going to torture him.

Even if he escaped by chance, he should be in a trance and depressed.

Unexpectedly, this brat's life is so tough...

[Jiaojiao, how are you doing now, are you pregnant? 】

【not yet. 】

[You should also respond this month, right?I've heard that morning sickness is more serious in early pregnancy. 】

Shen Jiaojiao frowned, 【Maybe my physique is better. 】

"The bird's nest is ready, eat it while it's hot."

While chatting, Jin Zhi came over with a bird's nest.

Shen Jiaojiao gave her a cold look, "Leave it alone, I have no appetite."

After she got married, she moved into the old house, and not only had to look at the faces of the old man and Yan Mingyu every day, but even the servants would ride on her head.

For example, Jin Zhi never called her "Madam" in private, but she had nothing to do with her.

"The eldest young master told me to watch you finish eating the bird's nest. If you don't finish eating, I won't leave."

Jin Zhi stood where he was, staring at her like he was staring at a prisoner.

During this time, Yan Qiping kept feeding her supplements.

Shen Jiaojiao knew that Yan Qiping was not pampering her, but for the child in her womb.

Without her children, she is nothing.

Shen Jiaojiao gritted her teeth, picked up the porcelain bowl, and drank the bird's nest in one gulp.

……

Half an hour later, Ma Baoshu's driver brought the painting over.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Aiguo, the curator of the art museum, also came.

Seeing Yu Aiguo, Yu Chun hurriedly said: "Dad, they insisted that the "Lotus Picture" in our museum is a fake, and now they have brought both paintings, let's find someone to identify them."