Zhao Cheng had his back to Chen Feier, so Chen Feier couldn't see that Zhao Cheng's eyes were shining with golden light!

Chen Feier was a little stunned. She had been so ruthless in refusing before, but now she had changed her mind just by coming in and seeing these paintings?

What does this mean?

Could it be that this notorious scoundrel, who spends his days indulging in debauchery, isn't after my body, but rather my paintings?

Does he understand art?

Chen Feier didn't know that her random thought was actually correct.

Zhao Cheng just wanted to admire her paintings.

"Young Prime Minister, why have you changed your mind?"

Zhao Cheng said earnestly, "A painter as outstanding as you shouldn't have to die like this. That would be irresponsible to the country and a huge loss to human art. I might have been better off not knowing, but now that I've seen it, I won't let that happen!"

Chen Feier exclaimed in surprise, "You...you actually..."

"Don't be too surprised, my excellence can't be hidden from you anyway!"

"Is that really what you think? You decided to help me because of my painting?"

"Yes. Don't give up, you must keep drawing." Zhao Cheng grasped Chen Feier's hand, carefully stroking each of her slender fingers, and said as if he had found a treasure, "I won't make you a slave, but will arrange a job for you so that you can fully display your talents!"

At this moment, Madam Chen lifted the curtain and came in, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Zhao Cheng changed slightly.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Chen Feier and said, "Daughter, besides your father, there is finally someone who appreciates your paintings!"

“Mother, I’ve told you, the young prime minister is not a bad person.”

Watching Chen Feier let Zhao Cheng touch her fingers, Madam Chen sighed and asked, "Is your work related to painting?"

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"Is it really that good?" Chen Feier still couldn't believe it and asked, "What do you need me to draw?"

After thinking it over, Zhao Cheng decided that given Chen Feier's personality, it would be best to explain things to her first.

He organized his thoughts and said, "I draw people. Sometimes I draw animals, but I mainly draw people."

"I understand, it's portrait painting."

Zhao Cheng shook his head and said, "With your talent, painting portraits is a waste of your abilities."

"Who is that person depicted?"

"To be precise, it's about drawing people's actions and interactions between people," Zhao Cheng said seriously.

"A drawing of a fight?"

"It's not a fight, but it's better than a fight."

Zhao Cheng picked up a paintbrush, found a blank sheet of paper, and said, "If you don't understand what I'm saying, I'll draw you a simple one."

“There’s a man here, he’s standing. There’s a woman here, she’s squatting. Squatting here…like this…”

Although Zhao Cheng's drawing was terrible, he still managed to convey the basic meaning clearly, and Chen Feier could understand it. However, she asked in confusion, "Why aren't they wearing clothes?"

"Zhao Cheng!!" Madam Chen had been watching from the side. Her naive daughter wouldn't understand these things, but the seasoned Madam Chen saw through it immediately. However, seeing these scenes together with her daughter made her blush with embarrassment, and she angrily said, "We just thought you were a good person, but my daughter and I almost fell for your trick!!!"

Chen Feier asked suspiciously, "Mother, what's wrong with you now?"

"That guy's a complete scoundrel! You haven't even entered the Right Prime Minister's residence yet, and he's already drawing these things for you to see. Once you're inside, won't he devour you completely, leaving not even a trace?"

Zhao Cheng understood Madam Chen's anger and did not refute it, but said, "From now on, your job will be to draw these things. Of course, if you complete the task, I will give you time to create freely."

"Work is work, and pursuit is pursuit."

Just like the night he reprimanded Yang Cai'e, Zhao Cheng became very serious when it came to work.

Madam Chen pulled her daughter closer and pleaded, "Daughter, let's not go anywhere. Let's just wait here to die!"

Chen Feier slowly withdrew her hand and said, "Mother, I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

Madam Chen was shocked and pointed at Zhao Cheng's ugly painting, saying, "There's nothing wrong with this??"

"That's what people look like. I'm just trying to draw them as realistically as possible. Whether they have clothes or not, it's all the same."

"Do you know what they're doing?"

"Let's do that. Isn't that what Li Guanyu and Xu An want for us, mother and daughter?"

Seeing that Madam Chen was still surprised, Chen Feier grabbed her hand and said, "Mother, it's nothing. My writing only contains art, not obscenity."

"What a wonderful statement: art without obscenity!"

"Miss Fei'er! Your level of awareness is several stories high!"

Zhao Cheng clapped and cheered, almost moved to tears by Chen Feier's ideological awareness.

When he first talked to Chen Feier about it, he was worried that she, being of marriageable age, wouldn't be able to accept it. But to his surprise, it was her mother who couldn't accept it; Chen Feier herself showed no hesitation or shyness whatsoever!

Okay, that's great!

These are the basic requirements for becoming an artist!

“I can draw these without any problem, but I can’t think of these actions and poses. You have to teach me how to draw them.” Chen Feier leaned closer to examine Zhao Cheng’s drawing.

"I'll teach you! I'll teach you everything I've ever learned!" Zhao Cheng patted his chest and said, "I can even find someone to demonstrate for you, no problem!"

Chen Feier nodded confidently and said, "Then I have no problem. I can draw even the most difficult movements."

Zhao Cheng rubbed his hands together, thinking to himself that he had struck gold and that this trip had been well worth it.

With Chen Feier's painting skills, if she were to create a set of erotic paintings, and then produce two sets, one with the Southern School's Thirty-Six Styles and the other with the Northern School's Seventy-Two Styles, and have Zheng Hongxiu sell them under the name of Heaven on Earth, she could build a reputation among the wealthy and privileged. After that, she could use some scarcity marketing tactics, and she would make a fortune.

Zhao Cheng became increasingly amused, almost bursting out laughing.

Seeing his despicable appearance, Madam Chen, who was standing to the side, was itching to take him down with her.

Zhao Cheng had no time to worry about Madam Chen. Seeing Chen Feier's eagerness to get to work, he thought that Madam Chen could rely on Chen Feier to do some ideological work.

But she still asked one more question: "Miss Fei'er, does that mean we've reached an agreement?"

"It's agreed."

Chen Feier nodded, then added, "But I haven't agreed yet."

Zhao Cheng was stunned.

What does that mean?

They agreed, but didn't actually agree?

Who was it that was begging to go to the Right Prime Minister's residence just now? Now that I've agreed, are you trying to raise the price?

Zhao Cheng said with a stern face, "What do you mean by that?"

Chen Feier looked directly into Zhao Cheng's eyes and said without fear, "I don't care about painting these things, but that doesn't mean I don't know what they are. From now on, I can save my mother's and my lives, and I can continue to paint, but in the eyes of the world, I will always be the one who paints these things."

"But you're the originator! The pioneer! You're amazing!" Zhao Cheng seized the opportunity to flatter him.

“Artists value their reputation most.” Chen Feier shook her head and said, “What I mean is, I’ve already made sacrifices and agreed to paint for you, Young Prime Minister. But I just want to ask you for a favor. If you can agree to that, I’m willing to paint this for you for the rest of my life!”

"Tell me! What do you want me to do for you?!"