Fu Rong was on high alert. "You really know how?"

Shu Mowan loved seeing her wary yet powerless expression, and smiled, "Yes, I can."

"Come here, little sister, let me take a look at you."

She reached out her hand to Shu Xueyin.

Shu Xueyin asked Shu Mowan to appraise the painting, but she was betting that Shu Mowan couldn't paint, since it's something that relies on talent. But now, seeing how confident Shu Mowan was, she was a little reluctant to give the painting away.

"Give it to me."

Shu Mowan urged.

Shu Xueyin had no choice but to reluctantly hand the painting to her.

Shu Mowan took it and looked at it, then gave her evaluation, "Little sister, your drawing is alright, isn't it?"

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Rong objected, "Mo Wan, what do you mean by 'not bad'? Do you know that Yin Yin's painting was praised by the only closed-door disciple of the famous Chinese painting master Shu Mo?"

Shumo? His last disciple?

Shu Mowan glanced at Fu Rong.

How come Shumo herself didn't know about the fact that she had closed her doors to disciples?

"Grandma is talking about Shu Mo, that Chinese painting master who has become popular in recent years?"

She raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Yes, it's her."

Fu Rong remembered that Shu Xueyin had been praised by Shu Mo's closed-door disciple, and her eyebrows were full of pride. She said with disdain, "Mo Wan, you do have some knowledge."

“Grandma, if it is her, as far as I know, she doesn’t have any disciples right now. You’ve probably been deceived.”

Shu Mowan said lightly.

Fu Rong was furious. "You're talking nonsense."

"Grandma, do you recognize this person?"

Shu Mowan clicked on a WeChat profile picture's Moments and said.

Fu Rong looked closely and recognized him as the chairman of the Kyoto Painting Association.

Her heart skipped a beat. "How did you get his WeChat?"

"He told me to add it."

Shu Mowan said, "If you don't believe me, I can send him a video."

Seeing her so confident, Fu Rong was somewhat convinced that she knew the chairman of the Kyoto Association.

"Mo Wan, I..."

She had intended to politely decline the WeChat video call, but then she saw that Shu Mowan had already clicked it, the sound stimulating Fu Rong and Shu Xueyin's nerves.

After the call connected, the hearty laughter of the chairman of the Kyoto Painting Association came through.

"Little Wanwan, what brings you to video call this old man today?"

Shu Mowan smiled, her words becoming much sweeter: "Uncle Zhang, is it wrong for me to miss you?"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm so happy to hear you say you care."

Chairman Zhang laughed even more heartily, and expressed his regret that she couldn't attend the banquet after being recognized by the Shu family, "When you were recognized and brought home, we, the people who drew the circle, said we wanted to celebrate for you, but you refused. We were quite disappointed."

"When you have time, you have to come see me. We need to throw you a belated celebration for your return home, okay?"

Chairman Zhang said.

Shu Mowan readily agreed.

"Uncle Zhang, I have a question for you. Do you know Shumo?"

She asked.

"Huh? Isn't Shumo... "

President Zhang was completely bewildered. Just as he was about to reveal Shu Mo's identity, he received a look from Shu Mowan and swallowed back the words he was about to say, instead saying, "Little Wanwan, if you're talking about that painting prodigy Shu Mo, of course I know him."

"What, do you need to see her?"

He asked.

"My grandmother wants to ask if she has any disciples who have closed their doors to her. Could you and she please answer this question?"

Shu Mowan said.

Chairman Zhang had vaguely heard that the matriarch of the Shu family favored her adopted daughter, and that she was probably hostile towards Shu Mowan's sudden recognition and return home.

While his mind raced, he said, "Sure."

"Grandma, please."

Shu Mowan handed the phone to Fu Rong.

With a grim expression, Fu Rong had no choice but to take the phone and force a smile when facing Chairman Zhang.

"Hello, Madam Shu."

President Zhang greeted her warmly, saying, "When I first met Xiao Wanwan, I wondered how good-looking her family must be to have given birth to such a delicate and beautiful girl. Now that I've met you, I realize she takes after you."

Fu Rong disliked Shu Mowan the most, so naturally she didn't like Chairman Zhang praising her for following in his footsteps.

Even if she didn't like it, she still had to smile and agree.

"This child is good-looking because of her mother; she looks like her mother."

Fu Rong said.

She wouldn't deign to think Shu Mowan resembled her.

"Madam, I heard from Xiao Wanwan that you want to ask if Shumo has any closed-door disciples?"

Chairman Zhang then got back to the main topic.

Fu Rong nodded stiffly.

"To my knowledge, there isn't."

President Zhang said, "I chatted with her a few days ago. She mentioned that she wanted to take on a few disciples, but she hasn't found any suitable ones yet, so she's not taking any for now."

Upon receiving his affirmation, Fu Rong felt as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat, and her face flushed slightly.

She said that Shu Xueyin's paintings had been praised by Shu Mo's closed-door disciple, but in the end, Shu Mo never took on any disciples, which made her feel extremely embarrassed.

Under Shu Mowan's gaze, she only felt embarrassed.

Ever since her granddaughter came home, she has become increasingly uncomfortable, and everything she does seems to backfire.

And so, her loathing for her reached its peak.

"Oh? Oh, I see. I thought she had a closed-door disciple."

Feeling embarrassed, Fu Rong even spoke perfunctorily to Chairman Zhang.

"Chairman Zhang, I suddenly remembered I have something to do, so I'll have to go now."

After making an excuse to leave, Fu Rong hung up the video call, only to realize it was Shu Mowan's phone. She said awkwardly, "I'm hanging up."

Shu Mowan took the phone, looking understanding: "Grandma, it's okay, Uncle Zhang will understand."

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