Chapter 9: Fake Painting Controversy Good boy, you draw well...

Inside, Chi Cheng bluntly stated that he didn't need any auction fees. This painting was enough for Mr. Meng, and the Chi family wouldn't steal someone else's love. After identifying the painting as Chi Liuai's, Chi Baoyuan remained silent throughout the entire process. No one seemed to notice the stubborn girl, who kept falling to the ground at the bottom of the second floor.

Of course, Meng Yuzhi wouldn't get involved in such a trivial matter. He remained seated in the VIP room. The paintings originally displayed in the exhibition hall had been moved to the inner hall by Chi Cheng's men. The rules were laid out before Meng Yuzhi. He only needed to look away, his eyebrows raised slightly, and Chen Hui would present his business card on the second floor.

The security was finally not just for show. After receiving instructions from Chen Hui, they respectfully "invited" the people out.

Including Liang Qingya and his group.

"How dare you chase me away?" Liang Qingya didn't wait for Chi Liuai's apology after his provocation. Instead, she was ordered to leave. She said in surprise, "Do you know who I am? My last name is Liang. Your President Chi sent three invitations to invite me here!"

The eyes of the people around were focused here.

There was a lot of discussion.

Chen Hui appeared to stop the farce, and hinted that this was Mr. Meng's intention.

Liang Qingya was visibly stunned, her gaze instantly caught by Chi Liuai, who was heading into the VIP room. The cumbersome decorations were incredibly glaring; she had never seen such a disruptive girl before. Uneducated and unruly, she looked like a wildcat with claws and claws. The ribbon pinned at the waist of her dark green skirt fluttered slightly. At that moment, Chi Liuai also noticed her gaze and suddenly turned back to face her.

He snorted, provocatively.

Chi Liuai felt a pain in her wrist and turned around to see Chi Cheng with a gloomy expression, scolding her for running around at the charity exhibition.

"Where is Mr. Meng?" She answered the question irrelevantly.

Chi Cheng pulled her aside and said in a much softer tone, "Sister, remember, the painting that Mr. Meng just took is yours. Is that clear?"

"Why do you call me that? It's disgusting." Chi Liuai was frightened. "Why do you say that?"

"Don't you want Mr. Meng to like you? This is a good opportunity." Chi Cheng whispered, his words were very soft, afraid that others would hear, "Don't you want to marry Mr. Meng?"

bite--

The elevator to the VIP room has arrived.

Chi Liuai shuddered as the cold air blew out of the elevator. She wore very little, but this was her most beautiful dress, and she would wear it for any important occasion. Even though the socialite gatherings she was invited to were few and far between, and the events she could attend were even fewer, most importantly, the custom-made dresses at home were all designed according to Chi Baoyuan's size, and she often had clothes that didn't fit her.

But Chi Liuai was not angry. At least she could proudly tell her sister that it was too tight and she couldn't wear it.

Her rudeness would cause Chi Baoyuan to blush and get angry, and that was enough.

This dress was not expensive. It was a birthday gift her brother bought her with several months' salary.

At this moment, Chi Liuai suddenly felt a little expectant.

It seems that such a life will soon end because of Mr. Meng's favor. Even Chi Cheng, who hates her the most, is willing to look at her with a good face.

"Go up quickly, maybe Mr. Meng is waiting for you inside." Chi Cheng said with a smile.

Chi Liuai returned a surprised smile.

What?! Chi Cheng was really playing tricks on her!

Chi Liuai even walked out with a ladylike pace, like a supermodel on the catwalk on TV, and walked into the VIP room with full of expectations, but it was empty.

Under the bright lights, the floating white mist had not yet dissipated. Chi Liuai turned around and found that the painting that was in the exhibition hall just now was now in the VIP room.

She turned and left.

On this floor, beyond the VIP box, there was a spacious circular hall, the best place for viewing. Chi Liuai's eyes sparkled. From this angle, she could clearly see the neglected work in the second-floor corridor—her painting!

Chi Liuai ran over excitedly, her high heels stomping in disorder on the marble floor, completely different from the ladylike look just now.

There are more unexpected surprises than this.

Chi Liuai looked at the man, a half-burned cigar between his fingers. The smoke in the box must have been caused by him. The crisp scent of cedar was not unpleasant, just like its owner, with a calm and cool demeanor, quietly waiting for her arrival on the leather sofa deep in the corridor.

The lights were cold and dim. Chi Liuai was very familiar with him. Although she could not see the man's deep eyebrows and eyes clearly, her memory was that only a man in a suit and tie could have such a pair of hands.

Veins are hidden, joints are distinct, leather gloves and dark green jadeite.

——The person who treated her coldly at the engagement party!

Before she came, the man seemed to be enjoying something, quiet and calm.

Hearing the not-quiet, not-quiet footsteps, he turned his attention back to her and put out his half-burned cigar.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her.

The two men looked at each other. Before that, Chi Liuai had already glanced at him several times. His black suit jacket had been taken off, revealing a cold and thick shirt, a straight and broad back, and sharp ironed trouser legs. Lower down were his black leather shoes, with a hint of red hidden in the curve.

He seemed to realize that he had become the target of the girl's peeping, so he stretched his legs, and the only bright color on her body was stepped on by the sole of his shoe.

Finally, the man spoke and asked, "Is the painting in the VIP room your work?"

A gentle voice caressed Chi Liuai's head. In her ears, it sounded like an affirmation, as if saying to her, "Good girl, you draw well."

She really didn't expect that this man was not only good-looking, but also had such a nice voice!

Although I didn't meet Mr. Meng, it seemed pretty good to meet him.

She paused, pondering the man's words, and realized that he was asking her whether the unknown work favored by Mr. Meng was her achievement.

It was so quiet that Chi Liuai could hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

Her heart was beating like a drum. She looked towards the corridor on the second floor and saw her own paintings standing alone, with no one to appreciate them.

Another painting was being sold at a high price and was appreciated by Mr. Meng.

The tragic contrast made Chi Liuai, who was not smart and had little sense of morality, even worse. She suppressed her thoughts.

Meng Yuzhi looked at the girl who seemed to be making a life or death decision; her nervousness and hesitation were clearly visible.

He thought, at least she had more conscience than her brothers and sisters, didn't she? She knew how to fight against morality before lying.

"It's not mine!" Chi Liuai said.

Meng Yuzhi looked at her again.

Chi Liuai rolled his eyes at him, snorted coldly and complained anxiously: "What kind of vision do you have! This is my work!"

She raised her chin proudly, directing the man's gaze, and the paintings in the corridor became the focus again.

The crooked brushstrokes, the glaring color combinations, and even the corrections to the wrong paintings, the only bright spot is that the girl openly named each work with extremely beautiful and delicate words at the bottom.

Chi Liuai couldn't help it, she was really fed up with this group of people!

Why did she have to admit that the painting was her own work? It was simply incomparable to her perfect painting. She didn't know what Chi Cheng, Chi Baoyuan, and Meng Yuzhi were like. Including this man, they didn't pay attention to her own work, but focused on an insignificant and unknown work.

What's even more outrageous is that judging by her artistic accomplishment, this work is not even half as good as Chi Baoyuan's.

Chi Baoyuan is not as good as her.

How can this be compared? Chi Liuai thought about it and realized that there were only three reasons why no one took pictures of his works.

First, I don’t have the money to buy my works at high prices and hype them up.

Second, Meng Yuzhi and the other distinguished guests lack vision.

Third, Chi Cheng was jealous of himself and deliberately hid the painting in a corner on the second floor.

Otherwise, she really couldn't think of any more fatal flaw in her. It was just that she was born at the wrong time.

Chi Liuai heard the man sneer. It was the same again.

This time she turned around and left. Just like the back view the man left for her that day, Chi Liuai also left him a farewell, angry and indifferent back view.

She felt happy that she left first and won the game!

But she didn't let Chi Cheng have his day.

Calculating the date, Chi Liuai hadn't acted up at home for four days. Tonight, she put in all her strength and scared Chi Baoyuan so much that she even said that the follow-up docking issues of the charity art exhibition had not been handled properly. She would not go home tonight, and Chi Huaiyuan happened to be on a business trip.

Only Chi Cheng was at home.

"You are biased!"

"Chi Liuai, look at the shrew you look like now!"

Chi Liuai cried, "You deliberately let Chi Baoyuan see Mr. Meng, and you deliberately sent me away!"

"So? You were unlucky and didn't see it, so you blame me?" Chi Cheng didn't tolerate Chi Liuai at all. He let her hide and cry without any evidence and not get in the way.

Chi Liuai's cheeks were red and she was gasping for breath from crying, but she did not forget to condemn Chi Cheng.

"You, you are biased! At home, you always call Chi Baoyuan sister, and always call me by my full name! Moreover, you say good morning to Chi Baoyuan every day, but you never say it to me! If this is not biased, what is it? I am your biological sister, born by the same mother! Born by the same mother!" She cried and panted, and when she was tired of crying, she drank some saliva, and then used her big tears to smash people's patience.

Finally, Chi Cheng's resentment towards Meng Yuzhi for being humble also erupted on Chi Liuai.

"Is it because I don't want to say good morning to you that I don't want to? Why don't you get up in the morning? You sleep until noon every day, who has time to say good morning to you!"

"Then you can say good afternoon!" Chi Liuai said confidently.

Chi Cheng covered his chest. He had a headache, and his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs all hurt. Since Chi Liuai returned to the Chi family, Chi Cheng has not had a happy day. In his eyes, Chi Liuai was a disaster. Her mother died in childbirth because of her, and she made the whole family restless after returning home. He had no intention of exploring whether Chi Liuai was a good child who could be taught. He had already determined that Chi Liuai was spoiled by the man who adopted her. She became ignorant and stupid, and turned into a greedy and profit-seeking dodder. She longed every day for a powerful and handsome prince to kneel in front of her with a cage, begging her to go in and enjoy all the glory and wealth.

No, that’s not right, Chi Cheng corrected himself. Chi Liuai was hoping that a group of men would kneel down and beg her to give them the chance to pamper her.

Such a bad woman comes from the Chi family.

"Do you think everyone should pamper you and spoil you? Who do you think you are? If you want to be a slut, go back to your slums and find your so-called good brother, who will continue to support this troublesome person like you!" Chi Cheng saw that Chi Liuai had stopped crying and was obviously frightened. He was very happy, "Sorry, I forgot. You returned to the Chi family because your good brother didn't want you anymore."

"Leave us, Chi Liuai, is there anyone who wants you?"

Chi Liuai didn't know when she stopped crying, Chi Cheng's chattering words were ringing in her ears. Chi Cheng kept talking and mocked Chi Liuai for having few friends around her except those who wanted to play with her. Who would like her?

Chi Liuai, everyone who knows you regards you as a burden.

Chi Liuai, your paintings are terrible, who would want them?

Chi Liuai, Dad wants an adopted daughter instead of his biological daughter. Do you know why?

......

"say!"

Chi Liuai shuddered, came back to his senses, and subconsciously wanted to say something in rebuttal, but the words were stuck in his mouth and he had nothing to say.

"What?" Chi Cheng looked at Chi Liuai in surprise, "Is that what Mr. Meng said?"

Chi Liuai breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was Chi Cheng who answered the phone, not ordering her to respond to the harsh words just now. She felt a little lucky for this, but when Chi Cheng looked at her frequently, her hair stood on end. She bit her lip tightly, and acted bravely, determined to fight her way out of the verbal battle!

She won't allow anyone to hurt her again, including her family!

She wanted to curse Chi Cheng to death.

Finally, Chi Cheng hung up the phone, spread his hands, and lost his previous aggressiveness. The corners of his mouth pulled into a stiff arc: "Oh, this is congratulations to you. Mr. Meng bought your humble work at a high price."

I knew it!

It’s me as expected!

Chi Liuai's peach blossom eyes suddenly brightened and even the tears on her face looked moist. She carried her bag upstairs, not forgetting to hum a song to accompany herself.

She didn't say a word, and Chi Cheng was defeated.

Chi Cheng saw her disappear at the stairs, then suddenly rushed out, stuck her head out, and said to him with gritted teeth.

"Chi Cheng, may lightning strike you and you will die a miserable death!"

"Also! Mr. Meng invited me to attend the Meng family dinner tomorrow night!"

She shook her phone and saw the text message she had received before the charity art exhibition. It was from the assistant who had given her a gift last time.

She is specially invited to attend the Meng family dinner tomorrow night.