Chapter 27 The sky clears after the rain. The rain has stopped, and the sky clears.
The happiest person today is Qiao Qiaoyu.
The reputation of the art gallery had spread, and Chen Cheng made a lot of money, so she got a larger share of the profits.
It can be said that he gained both fame and fortune.
Chen Cheng is not available to appear in person, so Qiao Qiaoyu is in charge of all matters concerning the exhibition.
The wealthy ladies accepted the invitation out of respect for Qiao Qiaoyu's status. When they actually arrived at the exhibition, they were amazed by the brightly colored and lively paintings in front of them, and they became curious about who the painter was.
Qiao Qiaoyu covered her mouth and smiled, pretending to be mysterious: "Due to special reasons, the painter Yu Zhi has no plans to show up in public. Sorry."
A lady asked, "Mrs. Nie, are you deliberately keeping us in suspense and asking us to buy a painting before we can meet?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint Mrs. Zhang. Even if all the paintings are sold today, Yu Zhi will not show up." Qiao Qiaoyu fanned her eyes with her hands, her tone sometimes high and sometimes low. "Originally, they didn't plan to exhibit it. It was only after I begged and pleaded that I got the agency rights. Ladies, please do me a favor and promote it for me."
Although Qiao Qiaoyu doesn't like to hang out with the wives' circle, she is very social and can remember all the wives she has met and introduced themselves to.
She never forgets to send small gifts during festivals. Even though they are not particularly close, everyone remembers her and has a good impression of her.
Since she had spoken, it wasn't a difficult task. The ladies who came to visit all helped post it on their Moments, and those who had social media accounts also helped post it for promotion.
Many people in the circle came after seeing it.
Qiao Qiaoyu knew how to handle things. She had already placed a few tables in the middle of the aisle of the exhibition and provided champagne and some cold dishes so that people could chat while viewing the exhibition without being too bored.
Originally, only a few of these ladies collected paintings out of genuine interest, but most of them just wanted to join in the fun. If they saw another lady buying a painting, they would buy one too. Or if they saw a lady they disliked buying a painting, they would buy a more expensive one instead, because they absolutely could not be outdone.
Qiao Qiaoyu knew exactly what they were thinking. She took great pains to invite wives who loved to collect calligraphy and paintings, and carefully selected a few who were not worthy of treatment.
You won’t be bored visiting the exhibition today, as sparks can be created at any time.
Although it is immoral, she gained huge profits and achieved her goal, so she no longer cared about morality.
Chen Cheng sat in a corner, holding a cocktail in her hand, watching everyone stop in front of her paintings and talk with relish.
Guess whether the painter is a man or a woman, which famous artist he is an apprentice of, and why he is unwilling to appear in public.
Some people even speculated that maybe Qiao Qiaoyu was deliberately being mysterious. The painter's name was Yu Zhi, and Qiao Qiaoyu's name also has the character "Yu" in it, so it's hard not to be suspicious.
Qiao Qiaoyu happened to hear them, and quietly leaned forward as if they were whispering.
"Mrs. Zhang, I don't have that ability."
"I failed my major course."
"If I had a little more of this kind of spirit, I would not just hold an art exhibition. I would definitely ask my husband to spend a fortune to support me. I am a person with many clever ideas, and I would have been very successful a long time ago."
Several ladies were startled by Qiao Qiaoyu's sudden appearance, and their dialects came out.
"Mrs. Nie, what are you doing? It's so scary!"
Qiao Qiaoyu waved, and the waiter came over with champagne. She personally delivered it to the ladies and said with a warm smile, "I'm sorry for scaring you all. I just happened to hear it, and I don't want to be misunderstood by you, Mrs. Zhang. After all, she is the painter I signed a contract with, so I have to protect her. Mrs. Zhang, please give me some face, and help my sister clarify similar misunderstandings in the future."
Then he leaned closer and said in a playful tone, "After all, my sister has to make money too."
Mrs. Zhang laughed out loud and said yes repeatedly.
She did not feel offended, and even felt that Qiao Qiaoyu was quite interesting, with a good mouth and a straightforward personality. She was much easier to get along with than those villains who hid in the dark and played dirty tricks.
It seems that the one who can marry into the Nie family is not a useless white flower.
The other ladies were Mrs. Zhang's sister group. With the eldest sister taking the lead, they also took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Qiao Qiaoyu.
Qiao Qiaoyu clinked glasses one by one and said sweetly, "Thank you for your hard work, sisters. Next time there is a fun activity, I will invite you sisters. You must show your kindness."
He spoke nice words one after another, making Mrs. Zhang and the others laugh happily and agree generously.
Chen Cheng cast an envious look at Qiao Qiaoyu, not only could she arrange occasions with complex interpersonal relationships in an orderly manner, but she could also handle the relationships between all parties well.
After sitting for a while, Chen Cheng stood up and walked around. It was too conspicuous to just sit there.
However, she had never publicly attended banquets held by Jiangdu's upper class, so no one knew who she was and they just thought she was a tourist who came to see the paintings.
Liang Yanling sent a message asking about the location of Chen Cheng's painting exhibition.
Chen Cheng sent the location to Liang Yanling, who took a long time to reply: [Damn it, why is the underground parking lot like a maze? Why can't I get out? ]
Chen Cheng wanted to pick up Liang Yanling, and the ending was predictable: they would get lost in the parking lot together.
Liang Yanling: [I couldn't find the passenger elevator to the ground floor, so I came out from the car entrance. It was really messy! ]
Chen Cheng was waiting for Liang Yanling at the door: [Don't worry, come over slowly.]
Ten minutes later, Chen Cheng received a call from Liang Yanling.
When Qiao Qiaoyu saw Liang Yanling, she waved from a distance but did not go any closer for fear of attracting other people's attention.
The performance was about to start, and Liang Yanling sneaked out, it would be bad if she was photographed by fans.
Not surprising.
Liang Yanling was wearing a street-cool casual sports suit, a loose down jacket on the outside, a hat and a mask.
Chen Cheng took her to the lounge first, and Liang Yanling immediately took off her coat and mask that were in the way.
Chen Cheng showed her the words he had written in his memo: "I came all the way here. I hope it didn't delay your schedule?"
Liang Yanling should be resting in Chongdu at this time. She just finished a concert yesterday and will have another one the day after tomorrow, which will also be the last tour before the New Year.
"Why are you being polite to me?" Liang Yanling picked up a bottle of drink, twisted it open, and drank it in big gulps. She said, "I treat you as a friend. Even if I divorce Teacher Song, our relationship will not end."
Chen Cheng was puzzled: "Teacher Song? Big brother?"
Liang Yanling blushed slightly, and was reluctant to bring out the secrets of her lover's room. She coughed and said, "In our line of work, we all like to call everyone teacher. You know that."
Chen Cheng has experienced this deeply, and it will never go wrong to call someone you don’t know at work “teacher”.
"It's almost time to rest. I'll go take a look at your paintings. If I find one I like, I'll buy one." Liang Yanling took Chen Cheng's hand and ran towards the exhibition excitedly.
Liang Yanling walked into the exhibition hall and felt her eyes brighten.
The black background is full of simple design, and the brightly colored paintings are hung in it, like a group of stars suddenly lighting up in the dark and boundless universe, flickering and full of vitality.
"Chengzi, you are really a natural painter." Liang Yanling can read the painter's emotions from the painting.
Two sunset paintings.
The color on the left is darker, while the orange on the right is more saturated.
You can feel her mood when she was painting. She must have been very peaceful when she was painting the left side, but a little impetuous when she was painting the right side, and the colors were a little mixed.
Chen Cheng was praised by an acquaintance and smiled shyly. He then felt like sharing his paintings and took her inside.
After Liang Yanling looked at the fifth painting, she said, "I've made up my mind. I want to buy this one."
Chen Cheng waved his hands and typed to her, "It's nothing special. Aunt Wu bought a bouquet of flowers and I drew it casually because I thought it looked good. If you like it, I can draw it for you."
"No, this one," Liang Yanling said. "The value of a painting lies in the painter's mood at the moment he put pen to paper."
No matter how much you recreate it, you can never recreate the feeling you had at that time.
Chen Cheng said, "Then I'll give it to you, you don't have to buy it!"
It’s good enough that Liang Yanling can come today.
Liang Yanling thought about it and decided to give up: "Don't you have other paintings? Take me to see them some other day and I will choose them myself."
Chen Cheng nodded quickly.
Liang Yanling hooked Chen Cheng's arm, leaned on the shoulder of Chen Cheng who was shorter than her, squinted her eyes, and admired the painting through a gap.
Chen Cheng really likes Liang Yanling from the bottom of his heart.
She couldn't help but ask, "Ah Ling, do you and Big Brother... have to get a divorce?"
After reading it, Liang Yanling said in a neutral tone, "Maybe we both knew that wasting time would lead to nothing, so he wasn't too surprised when I asked for a divorce. He just kept delaying because of the company's business."
Chen Cheng doesn't have much experience with marriage, and asked: "Can a marriage be concluded after two years?"
"Sometimes we can get a conclusion in two months, why would we need two years?" Liang Yanling shrugged. "I have been with him since college. Although we were an unmarried couple who didn't know each other well, we had some contact. It has been six years now, which is enough."
Chen Cheng was surprised.
Six years? Apart from the two years of marriage, they also dated for four years?
Liang Yanling smiled slyly and said, "I'm only telling you this because he and I are married. The boys who liked me since childhood don't dare to pursue me. I've already gone to Beijing to study at university. I don't know where the rumor got out that I was engaged since childhood. The boys who handed me love letters yesterday all came to ask for them back. I was so mad. I ran into him at a party by chance. After drinking to build up my courage, I asked him to date me. No matter what, I have to have a partner. My roommates and friends are all in love. I don't want to be single."
For four years, they were not in the same city and met very rarely, let alone cultivate feelings. Every time they met was like the first time, and they felt very unfamiliar.
Chen Cheng expressed his admiration, Liang Yanling... is indeed very wild.
"Little Orange."
Before he saw anyone, Chen Chengxiang heard a voice and turned around.
Liang Yanling also turned around.
Suddenly, she met a cold and indifferent gaze, and her heart skipped a beat.
"What's going on? Why is Song Qiaoli here too?" Liang Yanling turned her back, pulled up the zipper to cover half of her face, and complained to Chen Cheng in a low voice.
Song Jili answered Liang Yanling's doubts.
He walked over to Chen Cheng, put his arm around her shoulders, and said, "Brother is doing some work nearby. Let's have dinner together later and bring Xiaoyu along."
Liang Yanling slowly moved out step by step, reducing her presence to the minimum.
Song Qiaoli raised his head, his eyes fixed on the woman moving sideways not far away. His gaze always felt that the back figure was familiar.
Chen Cheng signs: Okay! What do you want to eat, big brother?
Song Jili frowned: "Why don't you ask me what I want to eat? Why are you asking him?"
Song Qiaoli turned around, his expression dull: "I'm fine with anything, just order what you like."
Chen Cheng was not good at finding topics to talk about, so in order to buy Liang Yanling time to escape, she continued to sign in language: "Brother, do you have any dietary restrictions?"
After the call, she signaled Song Jili to help translate.
Song Jili said: "He is not picky about food, don't ask."
"Liang Yanling." Song Qiaoli raised his voice.
Liang Yanling paused, pretending to be calm and continued to move forward, using all her acting skills to play the role of a passerby.
Chen Cheng was anxious and reached out to hold Song Qiaoli back, but Song Qiaoli misunderstood and the moment she raised her hand, he held it tightly, interlocking their fingers.
——The situation is messed up.
Song Qiaoli walked directly in front of Liang Yanling, lowered his eyes to look at her, and said, "Isn't it in Chongdu?"
"Uh..." Liang Yanling paused for a long time and couldn't compose a complete sentence.
Lying is Liang Yanling's forte. In the past, she used all means and found all kinds of excuses to skip classes.
Now she couldn't speak, let alone laugh.
Last night, Liang Yanling received a message from Song Qiaoli. He was discussing a business deal in Chongdu and ended the meeting half a day early. He asked her to have dinner with him.
Liang Yanling declined, saying that she was very busy and the crew couldn't move on without her.
She almost believed it.
Song Qiaoli asked her to get enough rest and flew back to Jiangdu directly so as not to disturb her work.
Less than a day later, Liang Yanling, who was supposed to be rehearsing in the troupe, appeared in Jiangdu for the first time and came specially to keep an appointment with Chen Cheng.
Liang Yanling felt a chill behind her.
"Leaving tonight?" Song Qiaoli asked.
Liang Yanling: "Well... we have to rehearse tomorrow morning and perform in the evening."
The original plan was to stay one night and have a drink with Chen Cheng to celebrate.
We can only change the plan temporarily.
Song Qiaoli said: "Let's go and have dinner together."
Liang Yanling returned to Song Qiaoli dejectedly, keeping a fist's distance from him and not daring to look up at him.
She made faces at Chen Cheng where no one could see, wishing she could shout out that she was innocent.
Song Qiaoli is even scarier when he is silent than when he speaks.
The two brothers always give people the impression that they are born with a strong aura of superiority, and the sense of oppression is so strong that it often makes people feel suffocated.
Business was good today, and Qiao Qiaoyu was too busy to come, so she postponed the dinner and agreed to treat us after she finished her business.
As a boss, she could delegate tasks to her employees, but she and Chen Cheng had promised that they would get it done for her, so she did everything herself.
The dinner table was exceptionally quiet.
The two Song brothers were silent. Liang Yanling had just been caught and didn't want to say anything either. Finally, only Chen Cheng was left who couldn't speak.
After dinner, Song Jili took Chen Cheng away first.
Liang Yanling looked at Chen Cheng pitifully. She wanted to go with them and didn't want to face the ice alone.
"Let's go. I'll take you there." Song Qiaoli walked to the passenger seat and opened the door.
Liang Yanling walked over, like a child who had done something wrong, stood in front of Song Qiaoli, and whispered, "I just did it on impulse."
"Okay, I know. Get in the car." Song Qiaoli put his hand on the door to prevent her from hitting her head.
Liang Yanling grabbed Song Qiaoli's hand and said with great sincerity, "Actually, I received a call from my parents last night. They felt that I was always on tour and neglecting my family. They were afraid that they would have opinions about my work, so I decided to come back temporarily."
"Mom and Dad? Did you make an appointment to meet?" Song Qiaoli wanted to see how Liang Yanling would make up a story.
Liang Yanling made up: "Well...get ready to meet."
"I haven't seen my father-in-law and mother-in-law for a long time. Let's go together." Song Qiaoli pressed Liang Yanling's shoulders, placed her in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, and closed the door.
Things are getting out of control and Liang Yanling is confused about what to do.
Song Qiaoli deliberately slowed down the car so that he could turn around and go home at any time as long as Liang Yanling changed her words.
But he underestimated her stubbornness.
The Liang family has been practicing medicine for generations, but she refused to follow her family's career plan and had no talent for medicine. She only wanted to learn opera, for which she suffered a lot.
Her family gave her a warning and without a driver to pick her up, she took the bus alone, crossing most of Jiangdu, and went to her master's house before dawn every day to warm up her voice, do morning exercises, and learn basic skills.
She persisted from the age of five to eighteen, until she was admitted to the Central Academy of Drama and got a job ticket at the Provincial Theater. Only then did the Liang family have a slight change of attitude towards her.
She can sing on stage for three hours without making any mistakes because she is stubborn and demands perfection from herself for the career she loves.
Song Qiaoli pulled over, turned on the turn signal, turned the steering wheel all the way to the end, and turned the car around neatly.
"Where... are we going?" Liang Yanling had already decided that she could just put on another show when she got home. After all, life is like a play and she has to sing wherever she goes.
Song Qiaoli: "Go home and leave tomorrow."
"Tomorrow... isn't it too rushed?" Liang Yanling was really afraid that if she went into the stage in a hurry, she would not be in good condition.
"I'll send you there on a private jet tomorrow."
How could Liang Yanling forget that the man was in charge of the entire airline and had three private jets under his name.
The car stopped in the basement of the villa, and Liang Yanling followed Song Qiaoli out of the car.
He was walking in front, and Liang Yanling saw that there was no one around, so she sprinted and jumped onto his back.
"Be careful not to fall." Song Qiaoli stretched out his hand to protect her.
Liang Yanling hugged his neck: "Then hold me tighter."
Song Qiaoli had no choice but to put his hands behind his back and hold her up.
Liang Yanling lingered on him, her tone becoming sticky: "Teacher, can you take me there tomorrow?"
Hearing her address, he corrected her by saying, "Not in bed yet."
What I mean is, let her be more restrained.
Liang Yanling snorted proudly: "There's no one at home, and there are beds everywhere."
Ten minutes later, Liang Yanling was pressed against the entrance cabinet and kissed until she could hardly breathe. For a moment, she regretted that she had said such nonsense.
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The exhibition became a minor hit online, with many bloggers specifically seeking out rainy days to visit, making it a popular check-in spot. Qiao Qiaoyu's unique gallery also became popular.
The popularity of the exhibition gradually grew on the Internet, and ladies who came to visit that day contacted Qiao Qiaoyu one after another to buy paintings, and half of the paintings on display were sold.
When Chen Cheng went to a bank near his home to check his balance, he was shocked by the amount in the bank.
In her opinion, she had no ability to survive. She relied on the Shen family before marriage and on the Song family after marriage. She never thought that she could earn so much money.
After earning his first pot of gold, Chen Cheng had already planned how to spend it.
She went to a nearby mall and bought a Vacheron Constantin Tradition 4010T rose gold watch, which she had chosen after searching online for two months.
She and Song Jili shared a cloakroom. Watches took up more than half of Song Jili's jewelry cabinet, including mechanical watches, steel watches, and quartz watches of different brands. It was obvious that he liked to collect all kinds of watches.
There were also a few pocket watches, and it was obvious that they were made of old materials, so she didn't dare to mess with them easily.
So I spent a lot of time to choose a watch that is suitable for Song Jili but he doesn't have one.
In addition to the watch, I also bought a tie clip and sapphire blue cufflinks.
After swiping the card, only 50,000 yuan was left. Chen Cheng held the bag contentedly and wanted to rush back to give it to him immediately.
On the way home, Qiao Qiaoyu sent me a mysterious message.
Qiao Qiaoyu: [Orange!!!]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [A rich man came and wanted to buy all your remaining paintings. I saw the email early in the morning and almost opened champagne to celebrate.]
Chen Cheng was surprised: [Did you buy all the remaining sixteen paintings? ]
It is rare to meet customers who collect an entire series, because most customers who buy paintings may like landscapes, portraits, or oil paintings. Everyone has their own preferences.
Qiao Qiaoyu: [I am happy, but I think I should just forget about his request later.]
Chen Cheng: [What did he ask for that you would give up?]
Unless the request is particularly strange, Qiao Qiaoyu can handle it.
Qiao Qiaoyu: [After I replied to the email, he quickly replied to me, saying that he really liked your style of painting and wanted to meet you. I promised you that I would keep it a secret for you, so I rejected it.]
Chen Cheng understood.
He was generous and bought all the paintings just to buy a chance to meet her.
Qiao Qiaoyu added: [He was quite persistent and did not mention the meeting again. He wanted to come and see it in person. I am almost at the gallery. If you are not busy this afternoon, you can come and take a look secretly. Who is this saint with such good vision?]
Chen Cheng was not in a hurry either. He asked Assistant Jiang to relocate the destination and set off for the art gallery.
Half an hour later.
She pushed open the door of the gallery. The corridor had good sound transmission, and she could hear Qiao Qiaoyu talking and laughing with the clients.
Judging from the voice and words used, the other party should be a well-mannered elite.
Chen Cheng did not suddenly appear to interrupt them. He stood at the corner of the corridor, exposed his side and looked inside.
The man was leaning on his side, wearing a well-fitting suit, looking gentle and elegant.
He talked about his views on the work, praising it endlessly.
The moment he saw his face clearly, Chen Cheng unconsciously clasped the wooden cabinet with his hands, his fingernails squeezed to the point of being deformed, but he didn't feel any pain at all and his whole body was cold.
He turned around and ran away, not daring to stay for even a second.
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