Because of what happened in the Tong family just now, the atmosphere in the Jiang family has been very quiet.

Yu Zhenling felt it when she came back, so she used Jiang Xinran to ease the atmosphere as soon as she came back, but her plan was instantly shattered by this slap.

Meng Fu paused, and for the first time, she turned her gaze to Tong Eryu, her eyes clear and deep.

The obedient smile on her face was gone, but the icy look in her eyes made people feel cold to the heart.

Seeing Meng Fu's clear eyes at this moment, Jiang Xinchen paused for a rare moment, and his hands were a little stiff for a moment.

"A C-level exhibition at the age of 18, and the potential to enter an A-level exhibition before the age of 20. Xinran, you are better than your uncle. There will be no problem for you to join the National Federation of Art Associations in the future. I will definitely want to see your exhibition." Mrs. Tong stood up and broke the silence with a smile.

Hearing this, Tong's father, who had been silent all this time, looked at Jiang Xinran in surprise, "General Counselor?"

"Mrs. Tong, you are too kind. In the youth competition in T city in a while, people from the association will serve as judges." Yu Zhenling explained with a smile, "Her uncle recently added two art exhibitions for her, also for her resume."

Among so many provinces and cities in China, the capital city is the most home to hidden talents.

There is a trick to this. People in T city may not know that apart from those families in Beijing, the four major associations are the most popular.

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Among the four associations, only the Painting Association, as an art association, squeezed into the four major associations. These ordinary people don’t know the reason, but they know that painters in Daxia now have a high status.

To give just one example, Yu Yong was just a painter, but after becoming the vice president of the T City Painting Association, he was able to be on par with the Jiang family in T City.

When Yu Zhenling mentioned this, Tong's father's eyes changed when he looked at Jiang Xinran.

No matter who you are, as long as you can enter the Federation, you have a great chance.

After Mrs. Tong discussed the time to go to the art exhibition with Yu Zhenling, she left without staying for dinner at the Jiang family. As she had broken off her engagement with Meng Fu today, it was not convenient for the Tong family to stay for dinner at the Jiang family.

Yu Zhenling and the housekeeper went to see them off, "Xinran, come with me to see your uncle and aunt off."

The group left to inquire.

Mr. Jiang stopped smiling and glanced at Jiang Xinchen: "Jiang Xinchen."

Jiang Xinchen felt a little guilty, so he lowered his head and lowered his voice, explaining in a low voice: "I did overreact, but this is my sister's painting for the exhibition, I can't touch it..."

"Fu'er, go upstairs and rest first." Old Master Jiang turned to Meng Fu, his tone noticeably gentler. He had been strict for almost his entire life, and he showed his rare tenderness and patience to Meng Fu.

Meng Fu lowered her head and said nothing. From this angle, one could only see her lightly drooping eyelashes, and couldn't tell the emotions on her face, but Mr. Jiang's face darkened.

After Meng Fu went upstairs, Mr. Jiang's face suddenly darkened.

He turned directly to Jiang Xinchen, his brows gloomy: "Jiang Xinchen, come out with me."

Old Master Jiang took him to the ancestral hall outside.

"Grandpa..." Jiang Xinchen felt a little nervous when he saw the portraits of his ancestors hanging on the wall.

"Kneel down." Old Master Jiang said calmly.

Jiang Xinchen pursed his lips, didn't ask, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

Mr. Jiang didn't look at him. Instead, he lit a stick of incense and bowed three times respectfully. Then, in Jiang Xinchen's uneasy mood, he spoke: "Why don't you like your own sister?"

Jiang Xinchen wanted to say no, but he couldn't say it under the ancestral tablets. After a long while, he said dryly, "She stole my sister's things."

"What did you say was stolen?" Old Master Jiang turned to him.

"Her room on the second floor, my sister had originally wanted to move there a long time ago, as did Brother Tong." Speaking of this, Jiang Xinchen turned his head away.

Jiang Xinran was originally going to move to the room on the second floor. He and Jiang Xinran had even discussed the decoration details, and Meng Fu occupied that room as soon as he returned.

Meng Fu thought that the way he and the Jiang family looked was too mercenary, no different from those relatives of the Jiang family.

Especially Jiang Xinran's recent anxiety made Jiang Xinchen extremely disgusted with Meng Fu.

"All of this originally belonged to Fu'er, how can you say it's being snatched?" Old Master Jiang's expression remained indifferent.

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't say anything: "But the Tong family doesn't like her either. She can't do anything, so why should she occupy her by force..."

"Have you ever thought about why she can't do anything?" Old Master Jiang put his hand to his lips and coughed twice.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Xinchen was a little anxious.

Mr. Jiang waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then continued, "She could have studied hard, and could have learned piano, painting, illustration, and etiquette, but she didn't know how to do it because she was taken away by the wrong person. Have you seen the calluses on her hands? It should be Xinran who didn't know anything at first."

After hearing this, Jiang Xinchen was completely speechless.

He remembered the rumors he had heard before, that Meng Fu had raised pigs and farmed in the countryside, and had a thin layer of calluses on his hands. His brothers often brought this up as a topic of conversation after dinner.

But now Mr. Jiang's words woke him up. What did Meng Fu do wrong?

She shouldn't have done these things. She was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family and should have lived a refined life.

"As you wished, the Tong family came here today to cancel the engagement," Old Master Jiang looked at him, his eyes full of turbidity, "Xinran has a chance, are you happy? Due to my health problems, I haven't disciplined you much in the past ten years and handed you over to your mother. Now you have grown up, there are some great principles that you don't need me to teach you, and I don't have much time to teach you."

"Fu'er didn't like staying in the Jiang family in the first place. This is the first time she has come back in this month. I had to shamelessly let her come back. I don't care what you think. Since she is your sister, you have to respect her in the Jiang family."

After saying this, Mr. Jiang left.

After he left, Jiang Xinchen could have gotten up, but he didn't. He just sat on the ground, unable to say a word.

He had always been thinking from Jiang Xinran's perspective, but the old man's words today left him completely dumbfounded.

In the two years since Meng Fu came back, he had heard Jiang Xinran crying many times, but he had never heard Meng Fu talk to him once. Every time he saw her, she looked like she deserved a beating.

But obviously, the one who felt the most wronged should be Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinchen knelt in the ancestral hall for an hour, and he didn't get up until Jiang Xinran came to find him.

"You...you guys eat first." Seeing Jiang Xinran, Jiang Xinchen didn't know what expression to use. He just knelt down again in front of the tablet in the ancestral hall.

Jiang Xinchen's attitude obviously changed. Jiang Xinran looked at him, pursed his lips, and said nothing more.

**

Meng Fu stayed at Jiang's house for a day.

The next day she was going to shoot a magazine cover. Su Di's car was already waiting at the Jiangjia intersection. When she got dressed and came out, she saw Jiang Xinchen standing at the door with a sullen face.

Meng Fu didn't say anything either. She just put on her mask as if she didn't see him.

Jiang Xinchen should have been sarcastic at this time, but he didn't. He just said stiffly: "Here are the tickets for the exhibition. If you like painting, you can go and have a look."

He handed his ticket to Meng Fu and left without caring whether she wanted it or not.

Meng Fu looked at Jiang Xinchen's back, raised her eyebrows, and murmured, "Not as cute as Ah Xun."

She casually put the ticket into her bag, put on her hat, and left. She was still wearing the clothes she wore last time back to the Jiang family. She did not wear the clothes in the Jiang family's wardrobe.

Meng Fu has a magazine shoot today, and after that she has to attend the global competition training, so she is quite busy.

Of course, today is also Jiang Xinran’s painting exhibition.

Painting has been very popular in recent years because of the four major associations. There were always a lot of people queuing at the door early in the morning. Although it was only a city-level exhibition, many people flew over from all over the country to see the exhibition.

Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling and Mrs. Tong arrived early.

They are VIPs, so naturally they don't have to queue.

The paintings in the exhibition belong to individuals.

There are still two hours until the exhibition starts at 10 am.

Several people sat in the lounge for a while, and the person in charge of the exhibition came to the lounge to find Jiang Xinran, very respectfully: "Ms. Jiang, the vice president asked you to give me the painting, and it has been arranged for your booth."

Jiang Xinran nodded. She was also a little nervous. Butler Jiang smiled and told her not to be nervous. He went to the lounge to get Jiang Xinran's painting.

The painting was packed in a brocade box, which was very carefully packaged.

The person in charge of the exhibition took it carefully and did not leave immediately. Instead, he inspected the painting with Jiang Xinran in person. This was the rule in the industry. Otherwise, if the painting was put on display and there was something wrong, there would be no way to verify it.

As soon as he opened the brocade box, he froze.

Jiang Xinran’s brocade box was empty.

Mrs. Tong and Yu Zhenling, who were chatting and laughing, saw the empty box immediately, and the corners of their smiling lips instantly fell.

The smile on Jiang Xinran's face also disappeared. She suddenly stood up, went back to the lounge, searched from beginning to end, and her face turned pale in an instant.

The Youth Art Competition is approaching, and if something goes wrong with her exhibition, it will have a huge impact on her.

"Ms. Jiang, have you been anywhere before you came here? Have you come into contact with anyone?" As soon as the staff member saw her look, he knew something was wrong and spoke directly.

There is a lot of competition in the Painting Association, especially at a time like this.

Jiang Xinran shook her head. Her face was very pale and she was unable to speak.

Yu Zhenling shook her head: "No, we were very careful and took it home for safekeeping..."

At this point, Yu Zhenling paused, suddenly remembering something, and turned back to look at Butler Jiang with a gloomy expression: "Butler, call Meng Fu and ask her to come to me immediately."