So, is Mu Jin truly innocent or not? Give me a straight answer! If she is, I'll kneel down immediately!

Kang Jiao stared at the painting, both shocked by its changes and beginning to doubt whether Mu Jin was truly in black and white, since this style of painting was only used in black and white!

Ever since the cat turned the camera upside down, the scene has been shrouded in mystery because this issue is too sensitive!

If this is verified, doesn't that mean they've caught the wanted criminal?!

But he is Mu Jin! The Mu family, the head of the five major families in Beijing, who would dare to slander him!

Even the reporter was stunned. This was a huge bombshell, but she didn't dare to shove the microphone into Mu Jin's mouth and ask, as netizens had hoped, because if she did, she would definitely lose her job tomorrow!

In the eerie silence, it was Song Sifan who broke the silence.

"Mu Jin, are you Black and White?"

Great! Finally, someone brave enough to ask... This is what everyone is desperately wanting to ask.

Mu Jin glanced at Song Sifan, then looked at the others.

His gaze swept coldly across everyone's faces, then he curled his lips into a cynical smile. "Of course not. In this world, is it only black and white that are drawn like that?"

"Everyone, please use your brains. You're here to browse an art exhibition, not to solve a crime."

He denied it.

The people had mixed feelings, because they had begun to have doubts.

Ye Mingshi suddenly said, "Everyone should speak with evidence, and not falsely accuse innocent people."

While everyone was wavering, Vernal suddenly said, "Yes, everyone should stop thinking too much. Although this kind of painting is difficult, it's not only possible in black and white. I've studied it for many years and can paint it too. I think today is just a coincidence."

After saying that, Fernal looked at Mu Jin... He didn't dispel his doubts, but rather knew that even if Mu Jin was black or white, he wouldn't admit it, and they couldn't force him to admit it.

Because once he confesses, he will indeed be a wanted criminal in several countries.

The others realized what was happening and suddenly stopped pursuing the matter.

"Haha, no matter what, we've really seen something new today."

"Now it seems that Mr. Mu Jin's painting is even better."

Suddenly, Song Sifan's painting, no matter how good it was, seemed to lose its luster.

Not to mention the painting Kang Jiao initially drew; what exactly she painted is probably forgotten by everyone.

Of all the people here, perhaps only Maomao was the happiest. She placed the painting on the table, flattened it with a paperweight, and then urged Mu Jin, "A Jin, write your signature here and then stamp it for me. After we return to Beijing, I want to frame this painting and hang it in my bedroom."

Mu Jin stood beside her and lowered her voice, "There's no suitable place to hang this painting in the bedroom."

Her bedroom was also his bedroom, and he knew that, of course.

The cat whispered, "Hehe, I've thought it all out. I'll build a round moon gate and hang this painting in the middle, so that it can be seen from both sides."

Mu Jin nodded. He used a small wolf-hair brush dipped in vermilion ink to draw a seal at the signature, on which was written the character "Jin" in clerical script.

He said, "Let's leave it at that, I don't have a seal."

"Hehe, that's fine too."

After drawing the seal, Mu Jin added the date to the signature.

He added, "Since it's going to be hung up, we can't be so hasty. Write a poem for me."

The cat shook its head, "No, Jiu Yunchi said my handwriting is bad."

The cat didn't admit it before, but she knows her handwriting is bad and doesn't want to ruin the painting.

"Then I'll write it."

"Uh-huh."

When they discovered that Mu Jin had added something to the painting, everyone looked over curiously, and the camera didn't hesitate to give it a close-up.

Mu Jin's calligraphy is also very elegant, with a free and unrestrained composition that combines both square and round shapes.

A poem is placed in the blank space at the top right.

You are like the moon in the sky, and I am a fairy in a painting. Our longing is separated by the other shore, and I await the moon to come to me in my dreams.

"What a wonderful poem! It's the perfect finishing touch; the words and the painting complement each other perfectly!"

"Mr. Mu Jin, this is a fine article."

[This poem! My God! This must be a love poem!]

[I'm not afraid of being able to draw in black and white, I'm afraid of writing love poems in black and white! Holy crap! I'm in love!]

[Hey upstairs! They already said they're not black or white.]

No, in my heart, Black and White already have a face! It's Mu Jin's face!

[Oh my god! Was this really just a random poem? Who is "Qing"? Ahhh, does Mu Jin have a girlfriend?!]

[Stop arguing! Mu Jin and Maomao are a couple! I'll bring the Civil Affairs Bureau here right now, and you two can get married right here!]

When Kang Jiao saw that poem, her jealousy twisted into a pretzel. Even though she kept telling herself that Mu Jin and Maomao had nothing to do with each other, she couldn't help but think that Mu Jin's love poem was written for Maomao!

"By the way, we have quite a few other good works in our exhibition hall. Let me take you all to see them," Ye Mingshi said loudly.

The group realized what had happened and continued to see the exhibition. They had already wasted more than an hour and couldn't linger any longer.

Song Sifan looked at the cat, who was resting her chin on her hands, still admiring Mu Jin's painting, or rather, her poem.

Song Sifan lowered his eyes, his pupils turning blood red, completely obscuring them.

He remembered... that day when the cat took his painting and immediately sold it to someone else.

His paintings were meaningless, but Mu Jin's paintings were treasures to her.

Each of Jade God's paintings is worth an astronomical price, but this one on the table is currently ignored.

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