He thought Shu Mowan was so pretty that he assumed she was just there to pretend to be a cultured person.
After all, many socialites in name only like to take photos at art exhibitions and then post them on social media to attract the attention of wealthy people.
It's commonly known as "fishing for rich men to make money."
"Compared to someone like you who's not even a half-baked expert, I naturally know a lot more."
Shu Mowan said.
"Then let's have a competition. If you can beat me, I'll never say that traditional Chinese paintings are ugly again."
Ji Li shouted.
Shu Mowan readily accepted the challenge.
Today, she'll show this overly arrogant young master just how beautiful traditional Chinese painting is, far surpassing anything foreign paintings can offer.
Ji Li had someone bring over a table and prepared brushes, ink, and paper to draw these things. Today, he was going to thoroughly deflate this woman's arrogance and let her know how good his paintings were.
To say his paintings are graffiti is because this woman doesn't know how to appreciate them; he should just paint something she can understand.
After preparing the table and pens, Ji Li crossed his arms and said, "Woman, I'll let you draw first, so you won't lack confidence after I finish."
Shu Mowan didn't argue with him, and stood on the table to draw.
This time, she painted the magnificent landscape of the motherland. With each stroke of her brush, the majestic mountains and rivers leaped onto the paper.
Ji Li had originally intended to watch the spectacle unfold, but she never expected that she could draw so skillfully, and with such grandeur and magnificence.
The artistic conception in that painting is something that a camera absolutely cannot capture.
A camera can capture images that resemble real objects, but they are lifeless and soulless. However, Shu Mowan's paintings imbue them with a soul, making them appear exceptionally vibrant.
Even if Ji Li was confident, thoughtless, and unwilling to admit it, he had to admit that Shu Mowan's painting was truly excellent.
His mediocre painting skills are a joke compared to Shu Mowan's.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, he felt a burning sensation on his face.
I should have listened to Grandpa and not brought the painting to the exhibition today; it's so embarrassing.
After Shu Mowan finished drawing, she slightly raised her chin and pointed to Ji Li's table, her meaning clear: he could draw now.
Ji Li didn't want to embarrass herself by painting, so she could only hide her guilty conscience with an arrogant and picky attitude.
"With a drawing like this, you think you can compete with me in drawing? Are you out of your mind?"
He sneered, "How about this, since I'm somewhat satisfied with your looks, apologize to me, and I'll reluctantly let you win, okay?"
Shu Mowan only uttered a few cold words: "You draw it for me!"
Ji Li was startled by her imposing manner and felt humiliated. Instead, she jumped up and down, saying, "You damn woman, what kind of attitude is this? I let you win because I think highly of you. Otherwise, believe me or not..."
Before he could finish speaking, a dagger was pressed against his neck.
He didn't even know when Shu Mowan made her move.
Shu Mowan looked at him coldly, "Any more nonsense?"
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