Because of the Tong family just now, the atmosphere in the Jiang family has always been very quiet.

Yu Zhenling felt it after she came back, so she used Jiang Xinran to ease the atmosphere as soon as she came back, and was instantly shattered by the slap.

Meng Fu paused. For the first time, she turned her gaze to Tong Eryu, her eyes clear and lush, and she couldn't see the bottom.

There was no obedient smile on his face, but Bingling's eyes and body make people feel cold to his heart.

At this time, Jiang Xinchen saw Meng Fu's clear and lingering eyes, and his hands were a little stiff for a moment.

"A C-level art exhibition at the age of 18, and before the age of 20, you have the potential to enter the A-level art exhibition. Xinran, you are a little more powerful than your uncle. There is no problem in joining the National Association in the future. I will definitely watch your art exhibition." Mrs. Tong stood up and smiled and broke the silence.

Hearing this, the Tong Father, who had been silent, also looked at Jiang Xinran in surprise, "General Association?"

"Mrs. Tong praised her. After a while, there will be people from the General Association as referees in T City's Youth Competition." Yu Zhenling explained with a smile, "her uncle recently added two art exhibitions to her, for the sake of resumes."

There are so many provinces and cities in China, and the odd number of capitals is the most crouching tiger and hidden dragon.

There are some tricks to talk about this. People in T City may not be clear about it. Apart from those families, the four major associations in Beijing are the most popular.

Among the four associations, only the Painting Association, as an art association, squeezed into the four major associations. These ordinary people do not know the reason, but they know that Daxia has a high status as a painter.

To give a single example, Yu Yong is just a painter. Once he joins the vice president of the T City Painting Association, he can be ranked alongside the Jiang family in T City.

When Yu Zhenling talked about this, Tong's father's eyes changed when he saw Jiang Xinran.

No matter who it is, as long as you can join the Association, there will be great opportunities.

Mrs. Tong discussed the time to go to the exhibition with Yu Zhenling, so she left and did not stay at the Jiang family for dinner. Today, she broke up her engagement with Meng Fu, so it was not easy for the Tong family to stay at the Jiang family for dinner.

Yu Zhenling and the butler went to see them off, "Xinran, come with me to see your uncle and aunt."

The group left to inquire.

Mr. Jiang curled his smile and glanced at Jiang Xinchen: "Jiang Xinchen."

Jiang Xinchen was also a little inappropriate, lowered his head and his voice became smaller: "I'm so responsive, but this is my sister's paintings participating in the art exhibition, so I can't move around..."

"Fu'er, you go upstairs to rest first." Old Master Jiang turned to Meng Fu, his tone was much gentler.

Meng Fu lowered his head and said nothing. Only the slightest drooping eyelashes could be seen at this angle. He could not see the emotions on his face clearly, but Old Master Jiang's face turned dark.

After Meng Fu went upstairs, Mr. Jiang's face suddenly sank.

He turned to Jiang Xinchen, "Come out with me."

Mr. Jiang took him to the ancestral hall outside.

"Grandpa..." Jiang Xinchen was a little nervous when he saw the hanging images of the ancestors above.

"Kneel down." Old Master Jiang spoke lightly.

Jiang Xinchen knelt on the ground with a "thump".

Mr. Jiang did not look at him, but instead lit a stick of incense and bowed respectfully for three respectfully before speaking in Jiang Xinchen's nervous mood: "Why don't you like your dear sister?"

Jiang Xinchen originally wanted to say nothing, but he couldn't say it under the tablet of his ancestors. After a while, he said: "She stole my sister's things."

"What did you say you snatched?" Old Master Jiang turned to him.

"My sister had wanted to move over to her second floor room, and there was Brother Tong." When talking about this, Jiang Xinchen turned his head.

The room on the second floor was originally something Jiang Xinran wanted to move over. He and Jiang Xinran discussed the decoration contents, and Meng Fu occupied the room as soon as he came back.

Meng Fu looked at him and the Jiang family with too much mercy, and was no different from those of the Jiang family's relatives.

Especially Jiang Xinran's anxiety recently made Jiang Xinchen extremely disgusted with Meng Fu.

"All this was originally Fu'er, how could he say that he would steal it?" Mr. Jiang's expression was still very light.

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but couldn't say anything: "But the Tong family doesn't like her either. She doesn't know anything, why do you have to force it to occupy..."

"Have you ever thought about why she can't do anything?" Old Master Jiang pressed his hand against his lips and coughed twice.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Xinchen was a little anxious.

Mr. Jiang waved his hand and signaled that he was fine, then continued: "She could have studied hard, learned piano, paint, illustration, and etiquette. Because she was brought wrongly by someone, she didn't know what to do. Have you seen the calluses on her hands? It should be Xinran who knew nothing."

As soon as this sentence came out, Jiang Xinchen was completely speechless.

He remembered the rumors he had heard before that Meng Fu had raised pigs in the countryside and planted them with a thin calluse on his hands. He was often used by his brothers as a topic of conversation after dinner because of this matter.

But now Mr. Jiang’s words awakened him. What’s wrong with Meng Fu?

She shouldn't have done these things at first. She was the eldest lady of the Jiang family and should have lived a refined life.

"As you wish, the Tong family came to break the engagement today," Mr. Jiang looked at him, his eyes full of turbidity, "Xinran has a chance, are you happy, are you? I haven't disciplined you more for more than ten years because of physical reasons, and I have given you to your mother. Now that you have grown up, there are some great principles that I don't need to teach you, and I haven't been able to teach you for a long time."

"Fu'er didn't like to stay in the Jiang family. This month, this is the first time she has come back. I've asked her to come back with shamelessness. No matter what you think, since she is your sister, you have to respect her and respect her."

After saying this, Mr. Jiang left.

He left, Jiang Xinchen could have gotten up, but he didn't. He just sat on the ground and couldn't say a word.

He always thought about problems from Jiang Xinran's position. Today's old man's words made him stunned.

In the past two years since Meng Fu came back, he had heard Jiang Xinran cry many times, but he had never heard Meng Fu tell him once. Every time he saw her, she looked like she was very worthy of beating.

But Mingming, the most aggrieved person should be Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinchen knelt in the ancestral hall for an hour, and he didn't get up until Jiang Xinran came to find him.

"You...you eat first." Seeing Jiang Xinran, Jiang Xinchen didn't know what expression he used, so he just knelt down again at the tablet of the ancestral hall.

Jiang Xinchen's attitude changed significantly. Jiang Xinran looked at him, pursed her lower lip, and didn't say anything again.

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Meng Fu stayed at Jiang's house for a day.

The next day she was going to take pictures of the magazine cover. Su Di's car was already waiting at the intersection of Jiangjia Road. After putting on her clothes, she saw Jiang Xinchen standing at the door with a cold face.

Meng Fu didn't say anything, just put on a mask on his own, as if he didn't see him.

At this time, Jiang Xinchen should have sarcasticted, but he didn't, and just said stiffly: "This is the ticket to the art exhibition. If you like painting, you can go and have a look."

He handed his ticket to Meng Fu, and left regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

Meng Fu looked at Jiang Xinchen's back, raised his eyebrows, and murmured: "It's not as cute as Ah Xun."

She put the ticket into her bag, put on her hat, and left directly. She was wearing the clothes she wore when she returned to the Jiang family last time, but she didn't wear the clothes she had in the Jiang family's wardrobe.

Today, Meng Fu is going to shoot a magazine, and after filming, he has to participate in the global competition training, so he is a little busy.

Of course, today is also Jiang Xinran's painting exhibition.

Painting has always been popular in recent years due to the relationship between the four major associations. There are a lot of people queuing up at the door early in the morning. Although it is just a municipal art exhibition, many people flew over from all over the country to see the art exhibition.

Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling and Mrs. Tong came early.

They are VIPs, so naturally they don’t have to queue up.

The paintings at the exhibition belong to individuals.

There are two hours left before the exhibition at 10 a.m.

Several people sat in the lounge for a while, and the talent in charge of the art exhibition came to the lounge to find Jiang Xinran, very respectfully: "Ms. Jiang, the vice president asked you to give me the painting, and it has been arranged to your booth."

Jiang Xinran nodded, and she was also a little nervous. Butler Jiang smiled and told her not to be nervous, so she went to the lounge to get Jiang Xinran's paintings.

The painting is in a brocade box, and the packaging is very careful.

The person in charge of the art exhibition took it carefully and did not leave immediately. Instead, he tested the painting with Jiang Xinran in person. This is the industry's rule. Otherwise, if the painting is on the exhibition, it will not be verified.

As soon as he opened the brocade box, he stopped.

Jiang Xinran's brocade box is empty.

Mrs. Tong and Yu Zhenling, who were in the Yanxiao Banquet, instantly saw the empty box, and the corners of their smiling lips instantly lowered.

The smile on Jiang Xinran's face also disappeared. She suddenly stood up and turned back to the interior of the lounge. She searched from beginning to end, and her face turned white instantly.

The Youth Competition is about to be around. If something goes wrong with her art exhibition this time, it will have a great impact on her.

"Miss Jiang, have you been to any place before you come? Who have you ever contacted?" The staff knew that something was wrong when they saw her, so they spoke directly.

The Painting Association has a lot of competition, and it is this time again.

Jiang Xinran shook her head, her face was very pale and she couldn't speak.

Yu Zhenling shook her head: "No, we are very careful and took it home for custody..."

Speaking of this, Yu Zhenling stopped and suddenly remembered something. She suddenly looked back at Butler Jiang with a gloomy face: "Butler, call Meng Fu and ask her to come here immediately."

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Chapter completed!