Rong Qian was late because she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep yesterday. She arrived earlier than An Yan and Li Rongsen. She was even a little afraid of the art exhibition, fearing that Ling Feng would make fun of her.

Li Rongsen had been waiting for An Yan downstairs early in the morning. The two of them came after having breakfast together.

The museum is not open yet and we need to wait another hour before we can welcome people to see the exhibition.

The door was opened, and the paintings on the second floor were safe and sound, but Rong Qian's paintings on the first floor were all ruined, and almost no painting was worth seeing.

All of them were painted black.

"I still couldn't defend myself. Ling Feng is a villain, a bad guy." Li Rongsen's tone was cold and he wished he could tear Ling Feng's skin to pieces right now.

"We have no evidence, so we can't do anything to him." An Yan signaled Li Rongsen not to get angry, and then said, "We need to solve the problem."

"I wonder if Rong Qian has other paintings." Li Rongsen asked.

At this time, she saw Rong Qian coming in. She found that all her paintings were destroyed and said, "What happened? Was it Ling Feng who did it? How could he be so despicable?"

"Don't worry, we will find a way." An Yan signaled her not to be too angry.

Rong Qian looked at every painting and said, "Oh no, we are done, we are doomed." She looked to the second floor and asked, "Where are Ling Feng's paintings? Are his paintings okay?"

"He's fine." Li Rongsen answered her.

"This is simply unforgivable. I'm going to destroy his paintings as well." Rong Qian said as she was about to rush up to the second floor.

But he was stopped by Li Rongsen, who tried to persuade him kindly, "Calm down first. The staff are coming over one after another. We can't let them have any reason to blame us. No one can prove that Ling Feng damaged your painting, but now that you damaged his painting, it has become a fact."

"Your brother is right. Besides, we wouldn't do the same thing as a dog." An Yan motioned for her to calm down.

Rong Qian calmed herself down and said, "Why didn't I realize before that he was so bad?"

"Do you have other paintings?" An Yan asked her first.

"No more, they're all here." Rong Qian was really angry, and she saw Ling Feng walking in triumphantly.

Ling Feng asked: "What made you so angry?"

"You still have the nerve to say that." Rong Qian walked up to him.

"What are you doing? You look like you want to eat me. Is something wrong?" Ling Feng sneered, showing complete contempt for Rong Qian.

An Yan gave Li Rongsen a look, and then the two of them put away all the paintings together.

Ling Feng asked: "Why, are you guys admitting defeat in advance?"

Rong Qian went up and slapped Ling Feng once. When she was about to hit him a second time, he grabbed her wrist and said, "Who do you think you are? How dare you hit me!"

"Why can't I just hit you? You owe me more than just a slap in the face. I deserve to beat you to death." Rong Qian said to him in a sinister voice.

"If you dare to do that again, I will call the police." Ling Feng threatened her.

"I'm not afraid of you now. There are only An Yan, my brother, you and me here. Who can prove that I hit you?" Rong Qian sneered at him.

Ling Feng shook off her hand and said, "I accept the loss."

"We haven't lost yet. We still have one last painting. Let's go get it now. The exhibition will start on time." An Yan told him and held Rong Qian's hand to reassure her.

Rong Qian walked to the door and said to An Yan, "That painting is only half finished."

"Don't worry, your brother and I will go get it. Don't bother with him. We will be back soon."

Li Rongsen ordered Nissen to take all the paintings out, and asked him to help look after Rong Qian, and then took An Yan to Wancaotang.

The painting was in An Yan's office. She opened the door and walked in, first observing the painting carefully.

Li Rongsen said: "This painting is only half done, and it's still a little short of perfection."

"It's okay. I'll make it up to Rong Qian." An Yan said as she began to mix the paints and add color to the unfinished painting.

Li Rongsen stood next to An Yan. He watched her add a field of wheat ears, and then drew a man's back. He was holding a little girl in his left hand, and the little girl had a gentian flower on her head.

The wind blew the wheat waves, blew up the man's clothes and the little girl's white skirt. Everything seemed so real that I could even feel the wind in the painting blowing on my face.

Li Rongsen said: "You are a very talented painting master."

"Thank you for the compliment." An Yan put down her pen and said, "Let's go quickly. Fortunately, this painting is not too big, otherwise we wouldn't be able to take it."

Li Rongsen looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time, let's go."

The two went to the art museum again, and when they arrived it was just opening time.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Rong Qian was still standing at the door, feeling unsure, angry and annoyed.

Ling Feng went to the second floor to admire his own paintings.

At this moment, some visitors have arrived, including Ling Feng’s newlywed wife Shan Shuluo. She was wearing a white dress and exquisite makeup today, and she came specially to support her husband.

Shan Shuluo was holding Ling Feng's arm and said, "The painting is really good. How could that woman compare to it? She is too arrogant."

"Of course. I'm a professional painter. Who is she? She's just a novice who changed her painting skills halfway through. Besides, her painting level was also taught by me. She is not worthy to compete with me." Ling Feng has always been confident in his paintings, and he is becoming more and more conceited.

"It's a pity that I can't paint anymore." Shan Shuluo sighed. The reason she had always been fascinated by Ling Feng was because of his talent. Who knew that his hands would never recover.

Ling Feng quickly rebuked her: "Keep your voice down, do you want everyone to know?"

"There's no one here." Shan Shuluo felt a little aggrieved.

"You shouldn't say such things." Ling Feng was not angry with Shan Shuluo, but he had no place to vent his anger, so he could only direct it at her.

He took Shan Shuluo to the fenced residence on the second floor and saw Rong Qian walking in with a painting in her hand. She said, "She has already taken the painting. Let's go downstairs."

"Watch how I humiliate this ignorant woman." Shan Shuluo sneered. She was actually not familiar with Rong Qian and they had not even had any contact. However, she was inexplicably jealous of her and thought that she was ungrateful.

Rong Qian placed the painting that An Yan brought on the wooden shelf facing the door.

So everyone who came in could see him at a glance, and was deeply impressed by the painting, praising it one after another: "It's a really good painting, and he really has some skills."

"It would take at least ten or twenty years to achieve this level of painting."

"You make it sound simple. Some people can't draw it in their entire lives."

Ling Feng felt a little uncomfortable after hearing these words. He wondered what was wrong with those people. They didn’t even know that he, the president, was here. They should be more tactful.

Sure enough, when those people saw Ling Feng coming, they all kept silent. After all, they had to take Ling Feng's identity and status into consideration.

Shan Shuluo also walked towards the picture, thinking that no matter how Rong Qian's painting was, she only needed to say it was not good or that it was too bad. With her level, it was either in the sky or in the clouds.

If she says nothing good, Rong Qian and the others will definitely lose.