"Moreover, Master Yu Lei's last disciple just won the gold medal at the Venice International Painting Competition. This exhibition is the first time her work has been publicly displayed and auctioned. Three million is not expensive. It's normal that you don't usually pay attention to these things and don't know about them."
Fu Xing's words left Feng Shuang with absolutely no face, and indirectly mocked her as an ignorant frog in a well.
The staff had already brought the POS machine and kindly said, "After you pay the compensation, we can do some simple repairs on this painting for you. It cannot be completely restored, but it will not affect your ability to take it home and enjoy it."
Feng Shuang clutched the credit card tightly, and upon hearing this, she immediately shrieked, "Isn't it supposed to be repairable? Here's what we'll do: I'll pay you whatever it costs for the repair, but I don't need the painting."
The staff member smiled politely, "The simple repair I mentioned can only clean up the sauce you spilled; the underlying color is completely beyond repair—unless it's the artist himself who created the painting."
"Then bring her here!" Feng Shuang's tone grew increasingly agitated. "It's just a matter of adding a few lines, why should I have to buy it!"
As soon as she said this, not only did Fu Xing look disgusted, as if he wished he didn't know Feng Shuang, but everyone else also laughed.
The staff member noticed that Feng Shuang was upset and, with experience, stopped arguing with her. Instead, they looked at Fu Xing, who had spoken earlier, and asked, "Excuse me, is this your friend? Do you have her family's contact information? I think it would be more appropriate to let her guardian handle this matter."
Fu Xing didn't mince words. He glanced at Feng Shuang, waved his phone, and said, "Feng Shuang, should we call you Mom and Dad or Grandpa? How about Grandpa? Your parents probably aren't sure either."
"Don't shout!" Feng Shuang shouted, glaring at Fu Xing. "If you don't want to help, leave. Don't cause me any more trouble!"
She had feelings for Fu Xing, her childhood sweetheart, but she was even more unwilling for her family to know what had happened today—her parents were university professors with decent salaries, but three million was no small sum for them. Even her grandfather would have a hard time coming up with it in a short time, and their family would definitely have to tighten their belts because of this unexpected expense.
The credit card in her hand looks impressive, but it's actually a supplementary card to her father's credit card, with a monthly limit of only one thousand, which is the lowest limit.
Feng Shuang realized that this matter was far too outrageous. If her parents found out, they would definitely cut off her allowance and severely discipline her. She didn't want to live that kind of life.
Fu Xing was already used to Feng Shuang's behavior. In fact, if it weren't for Feng Shuang's grandfather's sake, he wouldn't want to have any interaction with Feng Shuang at all.
Now that Feng Shuang had told him to leave, Fu Xing didn't hesitate and turned to leave.
As I passed by Fu Jianzhi, Fu Jianzhi was looking up.
The staff were clearly not new to dealing with this kind of thing. They didn't argue with Feng Shuang, but instead signaled others to take photos as evidence, retrieve surveillance footage, and then they were about to call the police.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Feng Shuang gritted her teeth and shouted loudly to Ruan Chen, "Ruan Chen, can you lend me some money first?"
Ruan Chen clicked her tongue and sighed.
Fu Jianzhi chuckled softly again.
"Sorry, no way." Ruan Chen didn't even bother to explain why she refused.
Feng Shuang stared at her, "You were once a member of the Ruan family, surely you can come up with three million?"
Ruan Chen felt absurd and wanted to laugh.
“What are you going to do about it? You’ll still have to have your parents come eventually, won’t you? Why don’t you have them come now?” Ruan Chen hesitated for a moment, then said, “If three million is really a problem for your family, maybe the exhibition hall can help contact the author to see if it can be reduced, or to negotiate another solution.”
She genuinely offered a solution out of respect for Feng Yuankai.
If Feng Shuang's parents are willing to negotiate a solution, this matter will be a simple matter for Ruan Chen.
But somehow her sincere attitude provoked Feng Shuang, who said in a harsh voice, "What are you pretending to be a good person for? You clearly have money but you won't lend it to me, are you just deliberately trying to make a fool of me?"
The staff promptly added, "Miss, that's true. Master Yu Lei is currently in Jingzhou. I had the pleasure of meeting her once. Master Yu Lei is very easy to talk to. Our exhibition hall is willing to negotiate with her, as long as you have your parents come over."
The staff could also see that Feng Shuang was not a wealthy heiress who could afford to spend lavishly, and she couldn't cover up this herself.
"Can I give you an IOU?" Feng Shuang said in a desperate attempt, still not wanting her family to know about this.
The staff were too tired to argue with her, so they called the police directly.
Feng Shuang finally relented and reluctantly gave out her phone number.
Yu Lei also contacted Ruan Chen at this time.
Ruan Chen walked quickly towards the exit of the exhibition hall. On the other end of the phone was Teacher Yu's gentle and apologetic voice, "Chenchen, there was a small accident during our touring exhibition. Your painting 'Winter Begonia' was damaged. I don't know the specifics yet, but I will discuss compensation. I'm just letting you know in advance."
"Teacher, I'm in the exhibition hall. That painting was smashed right in front of me."
Yu Lei was somewhat surprised and anxious. "Then don't get into a conflict with them. I'll handle it. We don't even know who broke the things. You're just a young girl and you look too easy to bully. Just pretend you don't know anything."
"It's not a conflict." Ruan Chen described the whole story to Yu Lei, including her relationship with Feng Shuang and Feng Yuankai.
After hanging up the phone, Ruan Chen turned around and was startled to see Fu Jianzhi just three steps behind her.
"I was worried you'd be cold." Fu Jianzhi held up his coat. "I didn't hear anything, don't worry."
“That’s not what I meant,” Ruan Chen knew he was sensitive, “I was just startled by you.”
After thinking for a moment, she said, "It was my teacher who came. She said my painting was accidentally damaged during the exhibition and asked me to let her know. I told her I was at the exhibition hall and saw it. My teacher told me not to stand up for myself or I would be bullied by the other party."
The two of them happened to walk right up to the huge oil painting, where crows were circling over the golden wheat field.
Fu Jianzhi suddenly understood what the painting was about.
This is Ruan Chen's past and the future she hopes for.
He should probably be surprised that Ruan Chen had somehow learned a new skill and even won an international award.
But he wasn't surprised. Even if someone told him that Yu Lei... no, the director of the Martial Arts Research Institute and Ruan Chen were the same person, he would silently accept it.
That's Ruan Chen.
“It’s not that I didn’t say it on purpose, I just felt there was nothing to say,” Ruan Chen said, unusually nervous in front of Fu Jianzhi. “But if you don’t say it at the beginning, the more time goes on, the less you know how to say it… you know what I mean?”
Fu Jianzhi spoke up, "I understand, but Ruan Chen, I don't understand why you never ask or are curious about my past and my life."
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