Chapter 144: Give it to my brother as an engagement gift
The guests looked at Ning Fengsheng, who was wearing an out-of-place nightgown and plush slippers, and looked disheveled after her throat was soaked with red wine - and they all speculated about who she was.
A few days ago, her hot searches were all over the place, and some people recognized her, but they were not sure.
Nanchuan Night Owl walked over with long legs, smiling wickedly: "What's wrong?"
"Master Xiao, I just discovered this suspicious woman who sneaked in without an invitation to the banquet... I was wondering who she was, and it turned out to be the little pet abandoned by Master Nanchuan."
The guests' whispers surged like an undercurrent.
On the circular corridor on the second floor, Nanchuan Shijue was turning his pinky ring. His black suit wrapped around his sculptural silhouette, and his dark blue pupils reflected the chaos downstairs.
"930 million, pay it back. Or Miss Ning can jump into the sea now." The blonde girl sneered arrogantly.
As he spoke, several security guards were already standing behind Ning Fengsheng, surrounding her.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Ning Fengsheng glared at Nanchuan Night Owl fiercely.
"Guess... can my brother bear it and not help you?" Nanchuan Yexiao took a few steps closer to her and smiled wickedly.
The atmosphere at the scene was stagnant.
Everyone is waiting to see the show...
Nanchuan Spyker's silver lighter produced a cold flame.
"Don't care?" Bai Yixun casually hooked his tie, "Your little bird is in trouble."
"Why should I need help? I'm averse to stupidity. Master Xiao's clumsy tactics... don't try to show off your skills in front of me again." Ning Fengsheng sneered, pointing at the cracked painting on the ground and shouting, "930 million? I could have created a forgery of this level when I was sixteen."
Laughter erupted at the scene.
How dare she say that the paintings hanging on this luxury cruise ship are imitations? She could paint at the age of sixteen?
"My brother's little thing has learned how to appraise treasures?" Nanchuan Night Owl sneered.
"There are no more than three painters in the entire Northern Continent who can imitate and deceive the appraiser - the level of this painting is obviously not up to par. It imitates the style of the Vienna Secession, which is very immature." Ning Fengsheng squatted down, stroked the canvas with his fingertips, and smiled.
Nanchuan Yexiao half leaned over and clamped her chin: "You are a connoisseur of goods, but this fake is also worth tens of millions."
"Are you sure?"
"Fakes also have different grades. Miss Ning, don't you understand?"
"From my perspective, it's not worth it. At least it's far below my level!"
Ning Fengsheng looked at the painting in front of him, "The Girl with Thorns". The girl was in trouble, wrapped in countless rose vines. Her pierced hands and feet were tangled in the thorns, and she had huge shackles around her neck. The shape of the shackles was actually a diamond ring.
At Nanchuan Shijue's engagement ceremony, such a painting was displayed... It was obviously very ironic.
Someone so childish as to hang such a painting with such a strong connotation at Nanchuan Shijue's engagement ceremony—
I guess there is no one else except Nanchuan Night Owl.
"If I'm not mistaken, the painter is right here in this banquet hall, right before our eyes."
"Little wild cat, very smart. You guessed it." Nanchuan Night Owl raised his lips and smiled wickedly, "Is it very my style?"
"Yeah, the quality of this painting... and yours..." Ning Fengsheng commented, "They're both just as bad."
"Then please, Master Ning..." He smiled deeply, "compensate me with a better one."
Everyone present was shocked. Was this painting painted by Young Master Xiao?
His level is very high, I really thought it was a painting by a master...
But in the mouth of this Miss Ning, it is worthless.
However, Nanchuan Night Owl was not angry even though he was humiliated like this.
"I originally gave this painting to my brother as an engagement gift. Now, Miss Ning is giving me a new one as compensation."
"Creating a new painting on the spot is too time-consuming. What if I could make changes based on the original and make it more meaningful?"
"Can it be more profound?" Nanchuan Night Owl's gray-blue eyes sparkled. "Alright, if the painting isn't good enough, I'll pay it back with yourself."
Soon, the servant brought a set of painting tools and paints, and Nanchuan Yexiao sat down on the chair.
Ning Fengsheng picked up a paintbrush, tied her soft long hair into a bun, and ran the long brush through her black hair.
A few strands of hair hang down from the forehead, casual and simple.
As she skillfully mixed the paints and examined the painting with a slightly frowned brow, every expression and movement was elegant and calm.
Obviously, she was dressed very simply in this banquet hall, and even the maids in the hall were dressed more elegantly and neatly than her.
But her every move was so noble that no one could match her...
Her fair face was bare of makeup, her coral-red lips were unadorned, she was a pure and enchanting creature, a beauty beyond compare...
Nanchuan Night Owl crossed his long legs, tilted his head and smiled: "Do you know the word for marriage? Why is it "女" plus "昏"? Honey?"
"Why, Master Xiao?" the blonde asked curiously.
"A woman must be out of her mind to want to enter into marriage, into the shackles that are tailor-made for her."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was stunned.
After all, this is Nanchuan Shijue's engagement ceremony——
The blonde was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "So this is the meaning of this painting. Master Xiao is really profound..."
Ning Fengsheng had already grabbed the palette knife to scrape off the damaged area, and was painting the canvas with a brush dipped in paint.
"You're wrong. The girl's skirt is iris purple." Nanchuan Yexiao reminded.
"It's never just the girl who's trapped in the thorns..." Ning Fengsheng unscrewed the bottle of white glaze. As the paint spread, it seemed as if a pure white nebula was spreading...
The girl's skirt was painted white and had a few lace added to it, making it extremely similar to her nightgown.
Wherever her pen swept, half a man's face emerged from the thorn bushes, and vines turned into shackles and wrapped around his ankles...
The banquet hall fell into a strange silence.
The person trapped by the thorns has half of his face as a girl and the other half as a man.
Half of the body is a white skirt, and the other half is a black suit.
Nanchuan Yexiao's eyes flashed with interest: "Adding a dagger to his chest... would be even more perfect."
"That would be cliché." Ning Fengsheng bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood dotted the corner of the eye of the figure in the painting. "Despair never comes from wounds—it's the sorrow that gushes out from the depths of the heart."
"Excellent." Nanchuan Yexiao smiled and applauded, then stood up to admire the painting carefully. "I'll hang it above my bed tomorrow."
There was a sound of breaking glass from the second floor.
Nanchuan Shijue's knuckles turned white as he held the red wine glass, and the wine spread along the marble texture.
His fiancée was signing a check for the waiter, as if the farce downstairs had nothing to do with her.
Ning Fengsheng threw down his paintbrush, and his body was not only covered with dried red wine stains, but also with messy pigments.
But her pair of dark eyes were so clear and distinct in black and white, like stars in the night sky.
Some people at the scene were amazed.
Nanchuan Yexiao stared at the painting for a long time: "Thanks to your wonderful brushwork, this painting has more depth and layers."
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