Chapter 165: Life

Wu Chongxi definitely stands on Meng Anran's side, and there is no need for him to be polite to someone Meng Anran doesn't like.

Who cares about the eldest or second son of the Lu family? As an artist, he hates the intrigues and flattery in the business world the most. Since he is in a different circle, he is not afraid of offending anyone.

Besides, he is already half buried in the ground, he can curse anyone he wants!

Lu Yi sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "I almost forgot, your brother Meng Chenghong also became Master Wu's apprentice because of your relationship with Master Wu."

This was said to Meng Anran, but Wu Chongxi couldn't help but curse first: "What's it to you? My apprentice is talented, so I'm happy to accept him. What's wrong with that? Who do you think is right to tell me who I accept as my apprentice?"

"Don't be angry." Meng Anran gently stroked Wu Chongxi's back, fearing that his seventy-year-old bones would faint from anger.

She glanced at Lu Yi with a half-smile and said, "Second Master Lu is a little angry today. I'd better ask him to go and have a rest. Don't let him get sick from anger at my banquet later. I can't bear it."

Hearing this, Chen Jing understood immediately and walked towards Lu Yi, respectfully making a gesture of invitation, "Second Master Lu, please come this way."

It wasn't about inviting Lu Yi to rest, it was clearly about driving him away.

Lu Yi pulled up the corners of his lips and smiled wickedly, his wolf eyes staring at Meng Anran meaningfully, "Lu Anran, you are quite amazing."

Meng Anran said calmly: "My last name is no longer Lu."

Lu Yi snorted coldly, knowing that his emotions were somewhat out of control. If he stayed here any longer, he would probably not be able to help but ruin Meng Anran's birthday party.

Whatever the purpose of this party, today is her birthday.

Then he would just... just bear with it.

Lu Yi followed Chen Jing away, and the cold atmosphere was livened up again by Meng Anran's few words.

Liu Zhi hooked her arm around Meng Anran's and lowered her voice, "Is Lu Yi okay? You told him to leave and he really left? That's not like him!"

The only person in this world who can ask Lu Yi to leave is probably Meng Anran.

You know, when Lu Yi drove into Lu Qingcheng's family recognition banquet, Lu Zhong shouted at him to get out, but he still couldn't do anything to him.

He only left after the final show was over.

Now Lu Yi actually left willingly just because of Meng Anran’s two or three words?

Meng Anran smiled without saying anything. She sent the invitation to Lu Yi, not to let him cause trouble here.

Not long after, Xiao Han and Qin Mu also arrived.

The person who arrived with Qin Mu was actually Zhao Ci Zheng!

He was still dressed in a Taoist robe, with clean sleeves and a brisk pace, revealing the Taoist nobility.

"Who is that? Why are you wearing a Taoist robe? You look like a charlatan performing a ritual."

"Shh! Don't you want to live? Didn't you see that it was Boss Qin who brought you here?"

"Hey! The other one is Xiao Han, right? The genius designer Xiao Han is here too?!"

Meng Anran stood there in a daze. She never expected that the person Qin Mu was going to pick up was Zhao Cizhen.

What was even more unexpected was that Zhao Cizhen, who had always scoffed at the world of fame and fortune, was willing to make this trip.

Qin Mu walked to Meng Anran's side and put his hand on her slender waist naturally, "Look who I invited."

Meng Anran's eyes flickered slightly, and he took a few steps forward to greet Master Zhao, "Master."

Zhao Cizheng snorted coldly, "You still have some conscience. Since you've already sent me the invitation, I'll come over reluctantly."

It was still the same arrogant Mr. Zhao. Meng Anran felt warm in her heart and smiled. She turned to introduce to everyone: "This is Mr. Zhao Cizheng from Yatang, my only master."

Everyone was shocked. Yatang? Mr. Zhao?

They had never seen Mr. Zhao, but it was impossible that they had not heard of his name.

When Mr. Zhao went down the mountain to rescue people from disasters, he became famous. Many people came to him to ask for treatment. Unless the person was dying or had a complicated disease, people in the business circle rarely saw him.

He was a strange person and always stayed in the elegant hall and often closed the door to visitors.

He doesn't like dealing with people in business. Some say he is heartless as a doctor, but he treats poor people without any compensation.

Now, he came to this magnificent business banquet, and he was actually Meng Anran's master?!

When seeing Zhao Ci Zheng arrive, Lu Heng had the ugliest expression.

He had taken great pains to take Meng Anran away from Yatang so that she wouldn't waste her time learning useless things.

Meng Anran also severed the master-disciple relationship with Zhao Cizhen in front of him.

I didn’t expect that we were still in touch privately!

Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Zhao Ci Zheng felt uncomfortable all over, especially the cold gaze as cold as an icicle coming from the corner.

He turned his head and met Lu Heng's vicious wolf eyes.

Humph, it’s this brat again!

Things are different now. The little disciple has achieved success and will no longer be held in Lu Heng's palm as a toy!

I want to take back my own little apprentice, is it anyone's business? !

"You're Xiao Anran's master?" Wu Chongxi swallowed the egg tart in his mouth, patted the crumbs on his hands, and leaned over, dissatisfied. "I was wondering why this girl refused to take me as her master after so many times of persuading her! Is it because of you?!"

Zhao Cizheng glanced over, suppressing her inner joy, but her tone couldn't help but be a little proud, "She has some talent in medicine, and can barely be my apprentice."

"Hey! Why are you giving her to me so reluctantly? She is a rare talent in the art world!" Wu Chongxi put his hands on his hips, looking unhappy.

He completely forgot that his beloved disciple was standing beside him and started competing with Zhao Ci Zheng for other disciples.

Zhao Cizheng snorted disdainfully, "She must be more talented in medicine. She could identify herbs by their scent at the age of ten. If she hadn't been taken away at the age of twelve, she would have inherited my legacy and become a famous doctor."

"What's the big deal about being able to identify herbs by scent? Her sculptures were exhibited at the Municipal Art Gallery when she was thirteen! They're still on display there!"

It was at that exhibition that Wu Chongxi met Meng Anran.

His last work was donated to the art museum. He went to see it on the opening day and saw a little girl in front of a sculpture.

The wooden sculpture is a fake statue of a god, seemingly high and mighty, looking down upon all living beings, but it is also weird and hideous in every way.

When you look closer, you will find that the statue is made up of countless terrifying and struggling human faces, like a collection of ghosts and monsters in one body.

The base of the sculpture is inscribed in cursive script that few people can understand: God's entertainment, man's purgatory.

The work is called "Indulgence" - manipulating all living beings, with obvious irony.

Art is interconnected. Wu Chongxi can feel the oppression and suffocation that comes from the sculpture, and he can also understand the emotions revealed in the short cursive script, which is like the struggle of a person stuck in the mud.

He was just very curious. Could a thirteen-year-old girl standing there without leaving understand the artistic conception of the work?

"Little sister, do you like this work?" He went forward to talk to her. If the other party really had artistic talent, maybe he could take her in as his apprentice.

The girl turned her head, a calm and composed smile on her porcelain-white face, but her eyes were full of coldness.

She said: "The creator does not necessarily love what he created."

Just like her parents gave birth to her but didn't love her.