Chapter Thirty-Six: Two Dog-Skin Plasters
One is the beloved daughter of the Qin family, whom they have let go of, and the other is a curatorial genius of international exhibitions.
He couldn't afford to offend either of them.
"Miss Su, Miss Qin, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
"Dad! They're the ones who bullied me, there's no misunderstanding."
The girl pouted, looking aggrieved, completely oblivious to the panic in her father's eyes.
I'm sorry.
With a smile on his face, Wang Yuan personally invited Su Xiao and Qin Yun back.
"Please feel free to choose any exhibits that catch your eye. Consider this my apology to you both."
Seeing that neither of them spoke, Wang Yuan felt sweat trickling down his face and said repeatedly:
"Miss Su, Miss Qin, my daughter is ignorant. I will definitely teach her properly later! Please don't take it to heart."
Miss Wang, who was standing next to him, was about to throw a tantrum when Wang Yuan glared at her fiercely.
The question "Why should I?" was forced back down his throat, and his cheeks flushed red.
Xia Zhi stood there, her fingers gripping the bag strap, her smile almost bursting from her lips.
"You're so immature, aren't you?"
Su Xiao did not ask for the painting of the lady.
Instead, he walked up to Miss Wang and slapped her hard across the face.
She didn't care, but since they dared to treat Qin Yun like this, it wasn't something that could be resolved with just a word of forgiveness.
"Ignorance comes at a price."
"Is this how Mr. Wang raises his daughter—always telling guests to leave?"
As she was speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Xiaoxiao!"
Yan Mingshen's voice was filled with obvious anger.
He had just finished a meeting and hadn't had time to change out of his suit.
"Did you have to make things this ugly?"
What did I do wrong?
Su Xiao struggled to pull her hand back; her hand injury hadn't healed yet, and his grip made it hurt again.
She now only feels bad when she sees Yan Mingshen.
"Is there some misunderstanding?"
Yan Mingshen frowned.
He knew Xia Zhi was wrong, but with so many people around, if Su Xiaozhen really hit someone, it would give people something to talk about.
Su Xiao looked at Yan Mingshen, then glanced at Xia Zhi, who was hiding silently behind him.
Suddenly I find it laughable:
"Misunderstanding? Yan Mingshen, no matter how many times I hit her, she deserved it."
The surrounding chatter grew louder, and some people secretly took photos with their phones.
Qin Yun wanted to step forward and speak up, but Su Xiao stopped her with a look.
She didn't look at Yan Mingshen's face, which darkened instantly, and turned to walk out of the exhibition hall.
Yan Mingshen wanted to chase after her, but Xia Zhi held onto his clothes tightly.
"Ming Shen, please don't go... I'm begging you..."
He watched Su Xiao's figure disappear at the entrance of the exhibition hall, his Adam's apple bobbed, and finally he stopped in his tracks.
Outside the exhibition hall.
Qin Yun caught up with Su Xiao and handed her the bag she had left in the rest area:
"Xiaoxiao, are you alright...?"
"fine."
Su Xiao shook her head, her fingertips tracing the red marks on her wrist, and forced a smile.
"Qin Yun, thank you for helping me today."
"Don't thank me."
Seeing her stubbornness, Qin Yun didn't say anything more, but simply patted her shoulder:
"Call me anytime if you need anything. I'll have someone look into that painting of a lady."
"Um."
Su Xiao nodded, said goodbye to Qin Yun, and turned to sit in her 911.
When I arrived at the studio, it was already dark.
Qin Yu was munching on takeout while slumped over the table when he saw Su Xiao come in. He waved a chicken leg at her.
"Senior sister, you're back? I checked with the warehouse this afternoon about the restoration materials for Grandpa Qin's painting, and they should arrive next week."
Su Xiao hummed in agreement, put her bag on the sofa, and walked to the easel.
Grandpa Qin's landscape painting has already been stretched on a wooden frame.
There are quite a few damaged parts, and without suitable paper, it would be difficult to completely hide the marks.
Qin Yu noticed that she was in a bad mood, so he put down his chicken leg and came closer.
"What's wrong, Senior Sister? Did I say something wrong yesterday? Don't take it to heart..."
"No."
Su Xiao didn't blame Qin Yu at all.
However, those two people were like leeches, impossible to shake off no matter what.
No matter where she goes, she always runs into these two jinxes; it's really annoying.
Su Xiao put down her paintbrush and rubbed her temples.
She didn't know how to explain it to him, so she changed the subject.
"By the way, Qin Yu, do you know any reliable renovation contractors? I'd like to do a simple renovation of that villa I had before."
The villa that was swindled from Yan Mingshen is still empty.
I just happened to have some money coming in recently, so I'll keep it for now.
It will be more convenient to move in the future.
Qin Yu was stunned: "Renovating a villa? Senior sister, you're moving out?"
"Um."
Su Xiao looked at his expression and couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you thinking? I didn't have a fight with your sister Xu An."
"That's good." Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then why did you suddenly decide to build a villa?"
“Xu An has been working the night shift recently, and it inevitably affects her rest when I get up in the morning. Also, I need a small studio, and I can’t keep up with running back and forth between the two every day.”
Su Xiao leaned against the workbench.
She's not made of iron; she can't work two jobs every day and still be full of energy.
Qin Yu scratched his head sheepishly and pulled out a contact number from his phone:
"I know a craftsman who installed my studio before. He's incredibly skilled and his prices are reasonable. I'll give you his WeChat ID so you can chat with him."
"OK."
Su Xiao nodded.
She rested in the studio for a while before slowly beginning to unravel the fate chart of Old Master Qin.
We haven't ordered the replacement paper yet, so there's no rush to take the next step.
In her spare time, Su Xiao sent a message to Old Tang, arranging to visit him on the weekend.
After her father passed away, Mr. Tang was the only elder she could trust.
She wanted to discuss the Yan family's affairs with Old Master Tang and ask for his opinion.
*
In the underground parking garage.
Xia Zhi sat anxiously in the car, waiting for someone.
Not long after.
Zhang Lei, wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap, and his dog stealthily came down from the elevator and knocked on Xia Zhi's car window.
"I've brought you what you wanted. When are you going to pay me the agreed-upon reward?"
"remuneration?"
Xia Zhi chuckled and tapped the file folder.
"Didn't you voluntarily sell yourself out and insist that I give you a chance? Why are you thinking about compensation now?"
"What do you mean!"
He anxiously tried to reach for the bag in Xia Zhi's hand, but was dragged into another car by the scarred man behind him.
Xia Zhi closed the car window; a woman wearing glasses was sitting behind her.
Xia Zhi casually handed the file folder to her and whispered.
"Check if there are any problems. If there are, Zhang Lei doesn't need to stay."
"knew."
The woman's voice was cold.
She sat in the back row, her features hidden in the shadows, making them difficult to see clearly.
Xia Zhi nodded in satisfaction, her eyes filled with determination.
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