Hua Yingrou felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, isolated from the surrounding environment.
Also double, flowers are burning.
How come she didn't let others rest in peace after her death?
Hua Jian in the distance was elegant, wearing a custom-made suit with dazzling diamonds on his cuffs.
He followed the head of the Purton family, who held a huge fortune, with high spirits.
Those so-called upper class people fawned over him and were very flattering to him.
Even though she had been married into the Xie family for so many years, she had never been looked at straight in the eye by those people.
Fortunately, the brim of her hat was large enough so no one could see the viciousness and jealousy in her eyes.
Hua Jian suddenly turned her head back, and the feeling of being stared at disappeared. Behind her were ordinary and normal guests who came to see the exhibition.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Bo Lin also looked in that direction.
Hua Jian frowned: "Just now I felt like someone was staring at me from behind. Don't worry, it must be an illusion."
Bo Lin nodded thoughtfully, "Let's go, Pulton has taken a fancy to two of Yishuang's paintings."
Hua Jian remained noncommittal: "Jiang Ruiming won't be willing to sell it."
...
"Mr. Pulton, you are truly my confidant! I never thought I would meet you in my lifetime! You are so grateful for Senior Sister Yi Shuang's paintings. You must take these two away no matter what."
Pulton caught a glimpse of the surprise on Hua Jian's face and sneered in his heart.
He knew too well what was going on in the minds of artists like Jiang Ruiming.
"In that case, I'd be remiss not to accept." Purton smiled faintly. "Besides, as Hua Jian's father, I should indeed support his artistic endeavors. Therefore, the student creation scholarship we discussed earlier will proceed as normal. I'll fill the two missing paintings with paintings from my private collection."
"this.."
Jiang Ruiming looked at Hua Jian as if asking for help.
If a scholarship creation agreement is signed, it will be for 10 years, twice a year, which means 20 times.
This is not a small amount of money, not to mention that Purton, the crazy collector, is well known in foreign collecting circles.
The paintings he brought out were absolutely priceless.
"Since my godfather has said so, Director Jiang, you don't have to be polite."
Jiang Ruiming is not a hesitant person. As long as Pulton doesn't come to ask for "Regret", he will consider other paintings.
"Thank you, Mr. Pulton, for your support of the young artists at Imperial Capital University."
Seeing that he understood, Pulton nodded in satisfaction. "Hua Jian, you and Bo Lin accompany me for a walk. Director Jiang, please go and do your work."
Ever since he stepped into Liangchen Gallery, he has been lingering in front of Yishuang's works.
Bo Lin didn't understand much about this and was called away by Jiang Kai to handle some work, leaving only Hua Jian and Pulton here.
Hua Jian: "Godfather, what do you think of your confidante's painting style?"
"You mean Ah Chen? Each of her paintings exudes brightness, and her colors are bold and rich. Every time I see her paintings, my heart is filled with joy."
It’s a pity that he left so decisively at the time.
He also boasted that he would never be controlled by a woman, so when Ah Chen offered to give him a painting as a souvenir, he ruthlessly refused.
Hua Jian nodded: "So that's how it is."
[From this perspective, this confidante's painting style is completely different from Yishuang's. I wonder why my godfather is so interested in Yishuang's paintings.]
Pulton heard his doubts and slowly put down the hand holding the magnifying glass.
How should he explain his complicated feelings to Hua Jian?
Although Yishuang's paintings as a whole reveal problems such as gloom, darkness, and monotonous colors, Pulton inexplicably sensed joy and hope from its occasional lines.
It's like the darkness before dawn.
Thinking of this, Pulton did not explain any further.
He continued to look at the painting with the magnifying glass, and Hua Jian felt a little bored.
He looked around casually, and soon his sight fell on a sneaky figure.
Hua Jian lowered her head in the direction of Pulton: "Godfather, you watch first, I saw a friend coming over to say hello."
Pulton didn't even raise his head: "Go play."
Hua Jian: ...
[This old man talks like he's coaxing a three-year-old.]
"Then I'll go."
Pulton turned his back to him and gently curled his lips.
Hua Jian strode away, and the figure peeking around the corner was still there. When he saw Hua Jian, his expression became unnatural for a moment.
"Mr. Qin, are you here looking for me?"
Qin-Guiguisui-Ci hummed, "It's really hard to get through to you. I only knew you were here after seeing the photo of you and Bo Lin posted in the group chat."
After hearing what he said, Hua Jian realized that his phone hadn't rung for a long time.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw several missed calls from Qin Ci.
Hua Jian: "Sorry, I just muted it, but didn't Mr. Qin go abroad to have fun? Why are you back so soon?"
Qin Ci shook his eyes and said vaguely: "I came back because there was nothing interesting."
"So, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"A little."
After he finished speaking, the two of them fell silent.
Hua Jian raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue, then saw Qin Ci looking away and kicking the ground with his feet.
So weird.
[This arrogant and egocentric Bking seems to be in love? Tsk, was he rejected by his second brother?]
Qin Ci's eyelids twitched. This bastard Hua Jian's nose was getting more and more sensitive.
He didn't say anything, so how did Hua Jian know that he was upset about Xie Zhitan?
Hua Jian had nothing to do at the moment, so she didn't urge him.
After Qin Ci finished struggling, he reluctantly said, "Your second brother may have misunderstood that I like him."
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