But her whole demeanor doesn't look like that of a painter at all. There is no artistic air in her. Instead, she looks like a beautiful woman who only knows how to dress up carefully.

Ling Feng strode over and asked her, "Do you have any evidence?"

"I believe everyone has seen the work that was originally in Zhang Shen's hands, right?" the woman said in a raised voice.

Rong Qian also said: "Stop talking nonsense and show us the evidence that you are Jia Yan, otherwise it will be hard to convince people."

The woman took out a painting from the paper bag in her hand. It was the one that An Yan had painted in Wancaotang's office before. She couldn't help but be even more surprised, and at this time she had an idea.

An Yan didn't want to alert the enemy, she wanted to see what this woman was up to.

The woman directly took down one of Ling Feng's paintings, put that one on the shelf, and said, "Of course I will bring my work. Look at this work and let it speak for itself."

Ling Feng was the first one to lean over to take a look. He had nothing to say. After seeing the seal on it and the painting style that was indeed from Jia Yan, he began to feel unhappy. He instinctively looked towards An Yan.

She originally said she would help him contact Jia Yan, but she didn't expect that she would be the one to ruin his own plans.

Although Rong Qian didn't understand painting, she understood when she saw Ling Feng didn't refute anything. She thought that this woman was really Jia Yan.

The woman smiled complacently, looked around, and then said to Ling Feng: "From today on, I will be the president. Please move out of the office as soon as possible."

"Why did you choose to show up at this time?" Ling Feng asked. He was always a little unwilling. He originally thought that his life journey was about to begin, but he didn't expect it to be ruined again. How could he swallow this?

"Because you are not worthy of being the president. With your ability, you are not even as good as the former president Zhang Shen. How can you convince others? Besides, what kind of family background do you have to dare to take this position?" The woman was very proud and looked down on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was hit in the sore spot by someone. He was most ashamed of his background. He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And being mentioned like this in public made him even more embarrassed. However, he wanted to protect his dignity even more. He said, "I got to the top with my real ability. Zhang Shen gave it to me willingly. Even he feels inferior to me."

"No need to say anything else. Anyway, the position of president is mine." The woman put away the painting and asked, "Does anyone else have any objection?"

Rong Qian was always angry. She walked up to the woman and said, "You planned this all along. You showed up at this time, not earlier or later."

"I can show up whenever I want. It's none of your business, slut." The woman gave her a disdainful look.

Rong Qian was embarrassed, angry and annoyed by her last two words. She immediately took a few steps back and stood back beside An Yan.

An Yan took two steps forward and asked the woman, "Who was that slut scolding just now?"

"Who are you?" the woman asked, looking arrogant.

"Pa, pa" two consecutive sounds, the woman fell to the ground. She was startled and yelled: "What are you doing? How dare you hit me? Who do you think you are?"

"I hate people who talk nonsense the most. Let me remind you to speak nicely." An Yan said to her indifferently.

Rong Qian looked towards An Yan and felt secretly happy for some reason, thinking that with a friend like her, she would never have to suffer any loss.

The woman got up and tried to hit An Yan in the face with her bag, but she grabbed her hand, turned over, and put her hand on her shoulder, saying to her, "Apologize to her."

"What are you apologizing for?" The woman felt her arm hurt as if it was about to break after she said this, and quickly said to Rong Qian, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."

"Take your painting and let's go out together." An Yan said and let go of her hand.

Everyone present was watching the drama. One of them said, "How can you treat Jia Yan like this? She is a rare painting genius. If she is willing to be the president, we will be very happy."

"Think carefully, how do you think she is like a painter?" An Yan asked him back, and then said, "Such a valuable painting, she just put it together with her lipstick and powder, is this what a painter would do?"

The man stopped talking.

An Yan added: "This person came here on purpose to mess things up. He just can't stand seeing Ling Feng become the president, but his tricks were a little off."

The woman immediately retorted: "That painting is real."

"You are fake anyway. Are you going to become the president and turn the painting world into a brothel, and have them all follow you to entertain customers?" An Yan continued to ridicule her, causing the painters nearby to roll their eyes.

One of them said: "The position of the president cannot be changed overnight. We should respect the decision of former president Zhang Shen and believe in the ability of President Ling."

Everyone nodded.

Rong Qian became more and more grateful and couldn't help but look at Ling Feng again. He didn't look grateful at all, but instead looked a little disgusted, and she didn't know who he was disgusted with.

An Yan asked Rong Qian to help put the painting away, and then said to the woman, "Let's go out."

The woman couldn't beat An Yan, so she had to go outside. Although she was reluctant to part with the painting, she had to give up.

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The two got in the car together.

An Yan sat in the passenger seat and let the woman drive. She said, "Don't play tricks on me, or I'll cut your face a hundred times."

The woman was startled after hearing this, and immediately started the car. She asked, "Where are we going now?"

"We'll go wherever you originally wanted to go." An Yan motioned for her to drive.

The woman hated An Yan, but she couldn't do anything about her. She wondered where to take her. But then, she heard An Yan say, "You'd better take me to find the person who can make the decision, otherwise I will settle the score with you. As long as you can afford it, I don't mind."

"I understand." The woman naturally didn't want to take the responsibility herself, and added, "I'm just following orders, I'm not the boss."

"Why don't you leave quickly?" An Yan glanced at her.

It immediately made her speed up.

The car quickly drove to a more secluded place and entered a villa complex. It stopped in front of one of the villas. The woman said, "You can't park inside, so just park here."

An Yan also got out of the car with her, and she followed the woman inside. Although there was a security guard watching at the door, he was sleeping and couldn't see them walking in at all.

"You go in first." An Yan let her go first.

The woman had no choice but to obey and went into the house.

Lu Tong in the room saw her come in and asked, "How is it going? Is everything going well?"

The woman replied hesitantly, "Not bad."

"As for the painting, return it to me when you are done with it." Lu Tong stretched out his hand, motioning her to hand it over quickly, and then said, "It is really strange, how did the painting get into An Yan's hands?"

"Because this painting was drawn by me." An Yan said as she strode in.