On the bustling streets of A City, no matter the time of day, the area remains lively with a constant flow of traffic. A dark green Rolls-Royce smoothly joined the stream and finally parked at the entrance of Zhu Xiulin’s art exhibition.

The Qin family’s bodyguards stepped out from two black cars flanking the Rolls-Royce and approached the middle vehicle. Lucy, sitting in the front passenger seat, received a nod from the bodyguards, signaling it was safe to proceed. She carefully opened the rear door. "Madam, Miss Ann, we’ve arrived at the exhibition."

Qin Sui’an, seated in a child safety seat, didn’t move and waited obediently for the adults to unbuckle her. Her fair, rosy face and bright eyes curiously took in the view outside.

Wow! So this is the art exhibition?

Old Mrs. Qin stepped out of the car, steadied herself, and then unbuckled her granddaughter before lifting her out of the seat. Little one had grown a bit chubby with a balanced diet and enough rest, making her slightly heavier.

Old Mrs. Qin silently took a deep breath. Previously, she usually held her granddaughter while sitting, but now standing and holding her was a bit more challenging.

She realized she needed to exercise more to keep up with her granddaughter’s growth. Lucy, noticing the old lady’s effort, instinctively offered support, "Madam?"

"No need, I can manage this short distance." Old Mrs. Qin firmly held her granddaughter, stepping towards the exhibition entrance.

The art exhibition in City A this time, featuring Chu Xiulin’s works, is hosted by the National Art Research Institute and organized by the experienced National Art Association. With these two prestigious institutions involved, the exhibition’s value is indisputable, making tickets nearly impossible to obtain.

Yet, despite the high demand, the Qin family managed to secure tickets with ease.

At the entrance of the exhibition, two security guards with solemn expressions stood on either side. Lucy stepped forward, handed the tickets to the guards for inspection, then gently led the elderly matron and young Miss Ann into the hall. Four Qin family bodyguards entered with them, strategically positioning themselves within sight to provide vigilant protection.

Nestled in her grandmother’s arms, Qin Sui’an gazed curiously around, her eyes irresistibly drawn to the paintings adorning the walls. Brimming with anticipation, she tilted her small face up towards her grandmother and softly asked, her childlike voice sweet and tender, "Grandma, may I walk by myself?"

She understood well that her grandmother was deeply concerned for her safety, fearing any possible danger, which was why so many bodyguards surrounded them. Even if holding her tightly was exhausting, her grandma had not let go.

But now, she wished to lighten her grandma’s burden and draw closer to admire the beautiful paintings herself.

Old Mrs. Qin hesitated for a few moments, her gaze sweeping the surroundings. Surveillance cameras covered every corner, and the Qin family bodyguards were stationed nearby.

Lucy whispered, "Madam, the exhibition is hosted by the National Art Research Institute."

Old Mrs. Qin then gently set her granddaughter down, adjusting her dress. "Ann, be careful and walk slowly."

With a giggle, little one responded, "Ann is not tired~"

Her grandmother chuckled, the worry lifting, "Ann is not tired, Ann is sweet."

Old Mrs. Qin knew she could not let herself be overly cautious, especially in front of her young granddaughter. She took a steadying breath, gently placed her palm on her granddaughter’s small head, and softly smiled, "Which one do you want to see, Ann? Go ahead—Grandma will walk with you."

"Okay~" Qin Sui’an nodded enthusiastically, then toddled toward the closest painting, her little legs carrying her happily forward.

Old Mrs. Qin quietly followed behind her, allowing the child to take in the artwork undisturbed.

The exhibition spanned two floors with six galleries, arranged not by theme, but by the value of each piece. In the corridor leading into the galleries, priceless works hung along the walls—those not for sale, displayed only for admiration.

Standing before the first painting, the little one craned her neck, her bright, round eyes—dark as black grapes—gazing intently at the scene. The painting depicted four majestic peaks, vividly lifelike, their snowy caps like veils draping the heads of graceful maidens. At the foot of the mountains stood a young boy in traditional dress, hands clasped together, his gaze clear and reverent as he looked up toward the peaks.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there was a brief description of the piece: the inspiration behind it and the story woven by Master Chu Xiulin.

Though she couldn’t read all the characters yet, the little girl focused on the image itself, her expression pure and earnest. She declared, with simple delight, "Grandma, I like this one!"

Her grandmother sighed, "This painting isn’t for sale, we can’t take it home."

Ann shook her head, "Pretty mountains, nice boy, no need to buy, no need to take home."

It shouldn’t be ’kept’ at home—it should follow the artist, traveling and being displayed everywhere.

Old Mrs. Qin paused, momentarily startled, her gaze drifting to the lower right corner of the painting where the inscription read: This painting belongs to no one; it is free.

Before she could fully grasp the little one’s words, Ann had already toddled off to the next painting. Old Mrs. Qin quickly gathered herself and followed.

The corridor held only priceless, unsellable works, and Ann seemed to love each one, spending long moments before every painting, earnestly absorbing the meaning each piece sought to convey.

After admiring the paintings in the corridor, she took her grandmother’s hand and led her into the first gallery.

Here, some pieces were available for purchase; after the exhibition, interested buyers could contact the organizers to acquire any desired artwork. This gallery, though, contained paintings worth millions, many of which had already been reserved.

Old Mrs. Qin wasn’t worried about the popularity of these masterpieces. If her granddaughter took a liking to any, she was prepared to buy them without a second thought. Ann’s fascination was evident; she gazed at each painting with rapt attention.

Seizing the moment, Old Mrs. Qin asked, "Ann, is there anything you’d like? We can’t buy the ones in the corridor, but we can bring home any from the gallery."

Ann nodded her little head, then shook it slowly, saying with a sweet smile, "I like them all...but I don’t need to buy them."

She hadn’t yet found one that felt necessary to take home.