Although he didn't find his father, Lu Anyu looked a little disappointed, but he was praised, so the trip wasn't in vain. He felt he had lived up to his mother's years of teaching him everything she knew.

"Uncle, thank you for helping me, but why didn't you side with that Ruixi? Aren't you closer to him? I heard from the uncles and aunts here that you're very good to him, giving him the highest spot. If you hang my painting up there, won't he be unhappy?"

Before leaving the venue, Lu Anyu thanked Shen Jinmo very politely.

Shen Jinmo greatly admired the child in front of him; he was neither arrogant nor impatient, but intelligent, talented, and well-mannered.

"Who told you that the highest position is something I can just take up because I like someone? Of course, it's the most capable person who gets it." Shen Jinmo patted the boy's head.

"Oh." Lu Anyu nodded, his first impression of this uncle had changed somewhat.

"Also, there's a very important reason why I'm helping you."

"What?" Lu Anyu's eyes widened, full of anticipation.

Shen Jinmo leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I'm your parent, who else would I help if not you?"

Lu Anyu immediately realized what was happening, and her fair and soft face turned bright red.

"I'm sorry, Uncle, I can't register my mommy's name there, so I wrote your name instead." Lu Anyu scratched his head, lowered his face, and dared not look into Shen Jingmo's eyes.

"Lying is indeed bad behavior. As punishment, Uncle will flick your forehead." Shen Jinmo rarely interacts with children.

But this child rarely showed any patience or willingness to interact with him.

Lu Anyu tilted his head back and handed it over: "Go ahead and play it."

Despite his fear, he bravely took responsibility for his mistake, closing his eyes because he was afraid of the pain.

Shen Jinmo stared at the little guy's pink and jade-like face, unable to bear to hit him, and gently flicked his forehead with her hand, "Don't do that next time."

"knew."

"Uncle doesn't know your name yet." Shen Jingmo stood up and asked him seriously.

“An,” Lu Anyu said.

Since this was in the M country, they communicated entirely in English, so Lu Anyu naturally used his English name.

But Shen Jinmo had already realized that he was not a native of the United States.

"Chinese name".

Shen Jinmo spoke in Chinese, and he was convinced that the kid could understand him.

Lu Anyu stared wide-eyed in shock.

His mother taught him to be bilingual, and he had to be fluent in both English and Chinese.

He was thrilled to hear a sentence in Chinese in this place.

"My name is Lu Anyu. And you, Uncle? I don't recognize the middle character of your name." Lu Anyu introduced himself with utmost seriousness.

“Chen Jinmo.” Shen Jinmo deliberately read it very slowly, telling him one word at a time.

"I've got it."

All the paintings that were registered for the exhibition have been brought in one after another.

The artists can leave early or go to the second-floor lounge to wait for the results of the first day's exhibition.

Visitors holding roses are allowed to enter and view the paintings.

Shen Jinmo settled Lu Anyu on a sofa and had someone bring him some fruit and pastries.

A loud commotion suddenly erupted in the core area of ​​the exhibition hall.

"Even the master of traditional Chinese painting, Lu Ming, came to visit the site."

As the gasps of surprise erupted, everyone's gaze fell upon a hunched old man.

The traditional Chinese paintings in Lu Ming's hands have become incredibly popular in the United States in recent years.

His landscape, flower and bird paintings are characterized by their beautiful artistic conception and superb charm, and are sought after by countless painters and collectors.

Lu Ming's influence in the art world is also undeniable.

The fact that such a highly respected master of traditional Chinese painting could appear in this exhibition hall truly brings honor to the entire venue.

"Is Mr. Lu going to exhibit his paintings?"

Shen Jinmo immediately went to him.

"No, I came here today to appreciate paintings. I really like this one." Lu Ming pointed to the oil painting hanging at the top with the rose in his hand.

The staff member took the rose from him with both hands and placed it on Lu Anyu's painting.

With Mr. Lu's certification.

Lu Anyu's painting immediately became the focus of the entire audience.

Audience members and artists holding roses came to join in the discussion.

The rose was placed under Lu Anyu's painting.

"Following Elder Lu's judgment will never be wrong."

In an instant, Lu Anyu's painting was filled with red roses, the fiery red color making the painting even more dazzling.

Lu Anyu knew he was still just a kid and not that outstanding.

He has a very long road ahead of him.

But to be able to receive so much encouragement and love from so many people.

The little guy felt extremely satisfied, and the gloom in his heart vanished in an instant.

Lu Anyu knew he had been out long enough; it was time to go home and apologize to his mother.

Raise your wrist and point it at the children's watch: "Please call Mommy."

A familiar cell phone ringtone rang out in the lobby.

Lu Anyu looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Did Mommy come to the exhibition hall too?

The cell phone ringtone was coming from Mr. Lu Ming.

Upon hearing the ringtone, he immediately pulled out his phone and hung up.

Lu Anyu frowned and walked towards the old man.

"Grandpa, your phone ringtone is the same as my mommy's."

"Oh? Really? Then your mommy and I both have excellent taste," Lu Ming said with a smile.

...

At that time, inside the Luo family manor.

Luo Xiu, dressed in a blue suit, was lounging in a wicker chair in the back garden, discussing work with several prominent CEOs.

The butler suddenly came to his ear, bent down and whispered, "Young Master, Master Ruixi has returned from the art exhibition. He's been crying, it seems he's been bullied. Would you like to go and see him?"

"I spent four years raising a good-for-nothing who only knows how to cry when things go wrong?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed across Luo Xiu's face.

The several CEOs present exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what they had done to offend President Luo.

"I have to attend to something, please excuse me for a moment. You may continue to enjoy tea and flowers in the garden."

Luo Xiu got up and went back to the second floor of the manor villa with the butler.

They kicked open the door to the room on the second floor.

Mizuki, who was crying on the bed, was immediately startled and wiped away her tears, standing up straight and saying, "Uncle."

Although he raised him for four years, he never let Mizuki call him "Dad".

Everyone in the Luo family manor knows that Ruixi was adopted.

No matter how noble his status or how much he is loved, he will never be the future heir of the Luo family.

"All you do is cry. Does crying solve anything? Who bullied you?"

Luo Xiu questioned him sternly.

Standing ramrod straight, Ruixi raised her head and told Luo Xiu everything.

"Get in the car, I'll go with you to that exhibition hall."

He didn't really dote on the kid in front of him.

Even if you've raised a dog for four years, you have to consider its owner before you beat it.

Bullying his dog not only damages the reputation of him but also that of the entire Luo family.