Zhao Cheng said, "I'd also like to ask you to paint a picture for him. After all, among the living painters in our Great Jing, you are the most famous."
Chen Feier was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "What happened to Master Tu?"
"Dead."
Chen Feier immediately got up from Zhao Cheng and asked, "Did you kill him?"
"He wanted to kill me."
Zhao Cheng poured himself another glass of water and said, "Then he was killed by Zhao Yan."
Chen Feier covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief, and said, "He's just a painter, why would he kill you?"
"It's a long story. Tu Wanhu is not only a painter, but also the de facto head of the Tu family in Jiangcheng, and a top-notch martial arts master."
"Him..." Zhao Cheng sneered, "...because of you, he hates me to the core..."
Chen Feier kept her head down and remained silent, seemingly still processing the news.
"In short, there will be no more national champions in Dajing from now on." Zhao Cheng stood up, grabbed Chen Feier's hand and said, "You must work hard to become Dajing's one and only national champion, the future Master Chen."
“No…” Zhao Cheng immediately shook his head and said, “Master Chen is too awful to hear, but Mr. Chen is quite nice.”
Chen Feier said somewhat blankly, "Can...I really do it?"
"Remember this: artists must have strong self-confidence."
Zhao Cheng stared into Chen Feier's eyes for a while, then his gaze moved down to her chest, then to her legs. He involuntarily reached out and said earnestly, "You haven't just gained weight, you've become voluptuous! Full-figured! You're a lucky charm for your husband..."
"We've only rested for a short while, don't you dare touch me!"
"Let me weigh it and see how much it weighs..."
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