Why do you mess with her? She is a black and white person.

Fu Rong was as if facing a formidable enemy, "You really can do it?"

Shu Mowan liked to see her alert but unable to defeat her the most. With a smile on his face, he said, "Yes."

"Come, sister, let me help you take a look."

She extended her hand toward Shu Xueyin.

Shu Xueyin let Shu Mowan appreciate the painting just to bet that she couldn't draw. After all, this thing depends on talent. But now seeing how confident she was, she was a little reluctant to give the painting away.

"Give it to me."

Shu Mowan urged.

Shu Xueyin had no choice but to hand the painting to her reluctantly.

Shu Mowan took it, looked at it, and gave her evaluation, "Sister, your painting is okay, isn't it?"

After saying that, Fu Rong was the first to quit. "Mo Wan, what do you mean by 'okay'? Did you know that Yin Yin's paintings were praised by the only closed disciple of the famous Chinese painting master Shu Mo?"

Shu Mo? The last disciple?

Shu Mowan glanced at Fu Rong.

How come she didn't know that Shu Mo had a disciple?

"Grandma, are you talking about Shu Mo, the Chinese painting master who has become very popular in recent years?"

She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's her."

Fu Rong thought of how Shu Xueyin had been praised by Shu Mo's closed disciple. She was filled with pride and said with disdain, "Mo Wan, you still have some knowledge."

"Grandma, if it's her, as far as I know, she doesn't have any closed disciples at the moment. You must have been deceived."

Shu Mowan said lightly.

Fu Rong was angry, "You are talking nonsense."

"Grandma, do you know this person?"

Shu Mowan clicked on a certain WeChat avatar’s circle of friends and said.

Fu Rong took a closer look and recognized him as the chairman of the Kyoto Painting Association.

Her heart skipped a beat. "How do you have his WeChat?"

"He asked me to add it."

Shu Mowan said, "If you don't believe me, I can video call him."

Seeing how confident she was in her words, Fu Rong more or less believed that she knew the chairman of the Kyoto Association.

"Mo Wan, I..."

She wanted to decline the WeChat video call, but she saw Shu Mowan had already clicked it, and the sound irritated Fu Rong and Shu Xueyin.

After the line was connected, the hearty laughter of the chairman of the Kyoto Painting Association was heard.

"Xiao Wanwan, what's the weather like today that made you want to video call an old man like me?"

Shu Mowan curled her lips and said sweetly, "Uncle Zhang, I miss you, is that okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay, I don't know how happy I am to hear you say a word."

Chairman Zhang laughed even more heartily, and expressed his regret that she was adopted into the Shu family and couldn't attend the banquet. "When you were adopted, we in the circle said we wanted to go celebrate with you, but you refused. We feel really sorry."

"When you're free, you have to come find me. We're going to make up for your homecoming celebration, okay?"

President Zhang said.

Shu Mowan readily agreed.

"Uncle Zhang, I have a question for you. Do you know Shu Mo?"

she asked.

"Ah? Shu Mo is..."

President Zhang was confused. He was about to mention Shu Mo's identity when he met Shu Mowan's look. He swallowed his words and changed his words to, "Xiao Wanwan, if you are talking about the painting genius Shu Mo, of course I know him."

"Why, do you have something to do with her?"

he asks.

"My grandmother wants to ask if she has any closed-door disciples. Could you please answer this question for her?"

Shu Mowan said.

President Zhang had vaguely heard that the old lady of the Shu family favored her adopted daughter, and she might be hostile to Shu Mowan being suddenly adopted home.

He was thinking about it, and said, "Okay."

"Grandma, please."

Shu Mowan handed the phone to Fu Rong.

Fu Rong, with a grim expression on her face, had to take the phone and forced a smile when facing President Zhang.

"Hello, Madam Shu."

President Zhang greeted her warmly, "When I first met Xiao Wanwan, I wondered how good-looking her family must be to have given birth to such a delicate and beautiful girl. Now that I've met you, I realize she takes after you."

Fu Rong hated Shu Mowan the most, so naturally she didn't like President Zhang praising her for taking after his roots.

But even if she was unhappy, she still had to agree with it with a smile.

"The child looks good because of her mother. She looks like her mother."

Fu Rong said.

She just disdained Shu Mowan to be like her.

"Old Madam, Xiao Wanwan said you wanted to ask if Shu Mo has any closed-door disciples?"

Chairman Zhang got back to the topic.

Fu Rong nodded with a stiff face.

"Not that I know of."

President Zhang said, "I chatted with her a few days ago. She had mentioned that she wanted to take in a few disciples, but she hadn't met anyone suitable, so she decided not to do so for now."

After receiving his affirmation, Fu Rong's throat felt like it was being pinched by an invisible hand, and her face turned slightly red.

She said that Shu Xueyin's paintings were praised by Shu Mo's last disciple, but in the end the disciple refused to accept her, which made her feel very embarrassed.

Under Shu Mowan's gaze, she just felt embarrassed.

Ever since her granddaughter came home, she has become increasingly unhappy and is always frustrated at what she does.

It was also in this way that her disgust towards her reached its peak.

"Ah? Oh, I see. I thought she had a closed disciple."

Fu Rong was so embarrassed that she even spoke perfunctorily to President Zhang.

"President Zhang, I suddenly remembered something else, so I'll leave it at that for now."

Fu Rong made an excuse to leave and hung up the video call. Then she remembered that it was Shu Mowan's phone. She said embarrassedly, "I'm hanging up."

Shu Mowan took the phone and said with an understanding look: "Grandma, it's okay, Uncle Zhang will understand."

What do you understand? Do you think she is running away?

The more Fu Rong thought about it, the angrier she became, and she was filled with anger.

"Grandma, my sister might have been deceived by that closed disciple. You should stay away from him. Be careful that he might use Shu Mo's name to ask for things from you. You will suffer great losses if he does that."

Shu Mowan pretended to be kind and gave a reminder.

Based on her understanding of this pair of grandparents and grandchildren, they must have been cheated out of a lot of benefits, otherwise she would not have been so complacent and said that Shu Xueyin's paintings were praised by that person.

As expected, both of their faces froze.

Fu Rong felt even more upset when she thought about the benefits that were cheated away by that person.

"Sister, come here, I will teach you how to draw."

Shu Mowan waved to Shu Xueyin.

Shu Xueyin's face became even stiffer.

She has been learning painting since she was a child, but now she is being taught by a newly recognized person?

For her, it was a great humiliation.

"Sister, come here."

Shu Mowan was still waving in front.

In Shu Xueyin's eyes, her appearance at this moment was like a devil coming to the world.

But because of the face-saving project, Shu Xueyin resisted the urge to flee.

She had no choice but to walk at the pace of a snail.

"elder sister."

Shu Xueyin called out obediently.

Shu Mowan picked up a sketchbook and started drawing on it with a pen, and the rough model of the tough bamboo came out.

"Sister, do you know why your painting is only okay?"

As she painted, she looked up at Shu Xueyin, but the pen in her hand seemed to have eyes and the painting fell into place.

Shu Xueyin's face turned pale as she watched her drawing like this. She slowly clenched her hanging hands into fists, but was afraid that Shu Mowan would find out, so she had to let go.

Compared to Shu Mowan's casualness, she knew that she, who relied on hard work to achieve some success in painting, was destined to lose.

It has to be said that diligence is worthless in the face of talent.

"Your paintings are too formulaic, too deliberate, and too conventional. If you don't break out of the box, it'll be hard to create something eye-catching, you know?"

Shu Mowan didn't care whether Shu Xueyin answered the previous question or not, and said to himself: "For someone like me, I never knew the painting techniques, so I just paint spontaneously, which makes me feel more comfortable."

"Sit down, I'll teach you step by step."

She patted the seat next to her and said.

Shu Xueyin had no choice but to sit down stiffly.

Shu Mowan really didn't hide his incompetence in teaching her, but she didn't hear a single word he said. The only thing that remained in her mind was that he was better than her.

After teaching for an hour, Shu Mowan finally said, "Sister, do you understand?"

Shu Xueyin felt very uncomfortable and reluctantly said, "I know, I know."

"Sister, my stomach hurts a little, can I go to the bathroom?"

She was afraid that Shu Mowan would ask her to paint on the spot, so she had to use a stomachache as an excuse.

Shu Mowan said cheerfully, "Go ahead."

Shu Xueyin got up and left.

When she went upstairs, she found Yun Yun standing there, which made her even more embarrassed.

"Mother."

She greeted him hesitantly.

Yun Yun said gently, "Don't you want to go to the bathroom? Go quickly."

"it is good."

Shu Xueyin nodded obediently and left her.

Fu Rong downstairs had a very dark face, but she couldn't really lose her temper with Shu Mowan.

After all, they are teaching Shu Xueyin with good intentions.

But she couldn't get angry, and Shu Mowan came up to her and said, "Grandma, you look so unhappy, don't you like me teaching my sister?"

"...How could that be? You two sisters have such a good relationship. I'm so happy."

Fu Rong forced a smile.

Yun Yun was still on the second floor. If she lost her temper, this person might take the opportunity to say that she liked to turn the house upside down, and he would probably bring up the contract again.

The existence of the contract limits her temper.

I'm very angry, but I have to endure it.

"Grandma, if that's the case, I'll teach you more in the future."

Shu Mowan smiled: "I learned a lot of extra things when I was in Beijing University, and I can teach my sister well."

Fu Rong became even angrier.

Why does it sound like Yin Yin is a fool who knows nothing?