Yang Yajing felt her life was utterly worthless—single at 36; meager salary absolutely insufficient to cover her mother's medical expenses.
Her best friend not only stole the man she...
Just as Jiang Xuanxuan's hatred for Yang Yajing extended to Zhou Pengfei, she heard about the international illustration competition.
Jiang Xuanxuan was certain that Zhou Pengfei would participate in such an event.
She thought: Yang Yajing has now climbed up to Madam Xia and gotten to know Xia Changlong. Regardless of the quality of their relationship or the difference in their salaries, she is now on a higher social class than Zhou Pengfei.
Zhou Pengfei wants to gain status in front of Yang Yajing, so he certainly won't let go of a competition like this.
Once Zhou Pengfei becomes famous, won't his relationship with Yang Yajing be a done deal? Even if Yang Yajing rises to a higher position, she won't have any reason to look down on him.
The thought of Yang Yajing achieving success in both love and career filled Jiang Xuanxuan with indescribable resentment.
Yang Yajing, that insignificant poor wretch, is someone who should be trampled underfoot. When you feel good, you can show off to her, and when you feel bad, you can vent your anger on her.
How can we just let her stand out like this? If she stands out, how can Jiang Xuanxuan show off her superiority?
Thinking about that international competition, she couldn't reach the other side because her reach wasn't long enough. And what about the domestic side...?
Which competition doesn't have some inside story? As long as you have money and good looks, you can easily pull Zhou Pengfei down in the rankings!
The domestic advancement is just one spot; if we prevent him from getting in, wouldn't that solve everything?
So, Jiang Xuanxuan started thinking about the organizing committee's ideas.
After checking the organizing committee's information, Jiang Xuanxuan was somewhat disgusted; they were all strange-looking old men and women!
Jiang Xuanxuan wouldn't consider an old lady. But an old man was just too unappealing. She went through the files one by one, and finally, she found one that was passable.
The man's name was Zhou Zhiming, a painter in his thirties, and one of the investors who organized the event.
Zhou Zhiming's family was not well-off when he was young, but after he was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, he became a rising star in the art world with his unique painting style and gained global fame.
After making a fortune over the years, he wanted to create opportunities for young artists to become painters.
Therefore, he proposed participating in this international competition for the first time, so that young Chinese artists could also make their mark on the international stage.
The solution Jiang Xuanxuan came up with was nothing more than using her beauty to seduce someone.
Anyway, her current job is to invite successful people from all walks of life to gatherings and make connections. Under the guise of hosting a banquet for successful people in the art world, Jiang Xuanxuan sent an invitation to Zhou Zhiming.
Zhou Zhiming was particularly interested in such talent recruitment events, so he accepted the invitation and attended.
However, after several rounds of conversation, Zhou Zhiming was very disappointed with the so-called young artists present. They were all just ordinary people obsessed with money, and he couldn't work with them.
It was at this moment that Jiang Xuanxuan arrived at Zhou Zhiming's side: "Master Zhou! It's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Who is this lady?" Zhou Zhiming did not recognize the stranger.
"Xuanxuan is the initiator of this event. It is my honor to have Master Zhou here," Jiang Xuanxuan said with a charming smile.
"Miss Jiang," Zhou Zhiming nodded politely, "Are these all the people here?"
"Yes! Almost everyone who could come has come." Jiang Xuanxuan nodded, as if she had more to say.
"Almost?" Zhou Zhiming was just curious, but that was exactly what Jiang Xuanxuan wanted to know.
"There are also those who are too arrogant to give you any face. When they heard you were coming, they didn't even bother to look at you." Jiang Xuanxuan said, shaking her head with disdain and regret.
"Oh? What's so arrogant about him?" Zhou Zhiming became interested in the man.
"Hey! Speaking of which, that person is actually from the same clan as you! Xuanxuan's elementary school classmate, also surnamed Zhou, named Zhou Pengfei."
"Miss Jiang's classmate? She must be very young."
"Yes! But recently he's been bewitched by beauty. In order to win the heart of a vain beauty, he's been too eager for quick success and even participated in some international competition."
"Impatient for quick success?"
"Sigh! Such a promising talent, and he's gone to such lengths just to get ahead. We can't let this trend continue!" Jiang Xuanxuan pretended not to know that Zhou Zhiming was the organizer of that competition. "If the judges knew he had such weak motives, they should have put him on hold and made him more grounded."
"Vanity is unacceptable." Zhou Zhiming was simply stating the facts, but to Jiang Xuanxuan, this sounded like something was going on.
"Master Zhou must know a lot of people, right? Please persuade those judges not to encourage vanity in the art world."
"What kind of person is the girl he's pursuing?" Zhou Zhiming didn't agree, but asked another question instead.
"Sigh! He fawns over every rich and powerful guy he sees. Even Xuanxuan can't stand it! It's such a pity for Brother Pengfei! He's not worth it!" Jiang Xuanxuan said with a regretful expression.
"Oh? What's her name?"
"Her name is Yang Yajing. She's recently gotten close to Madam Xia and is probably going to become famous soon!"
"The Xia family?" Zhou Zhiming muttered these two words to himself.
At this moment, the emcee started a round of lucky draws. Zhou Zhiming watched these so-called artists scrambling for the prizes, their ugly behavior making him displeased.
"Master Zhou, aren't you going to participate in the lucky draw? The grand prize this time is a sports car!" Jiang Xuanxuan was very proud of her generous spending.
"No, thank you," Zhou Zhiming shook his head, putting on an official smile. "I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"
After leaving that club, Zhou Zhiming felt that the air was much cleaner.
He listened to Jiang Xuanxuan's words, so the most important thing right now is to ensure the fairness of the competition.
He had his doubts when the Xia family, who never participated in art industry investments, suddenly approached him to invest in the competition.
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