Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

"Qingjin, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so pale? Did something happen?" Qiao Zhizhi hurriedly supported Wu Qingjin.

Wu Qingjin, however, forced a smile and pushed her hand away: "I thought you were being honest with me, but it turns out you were learning all these good things behind my back. Now you are going to be famous in the capital, and I——"

Her smile was bitter.

Qiao Zhizhi didn't expect Wu Qingjin's reaction to be so big.

Although sincerity is necessary between friends, it does not mean that everything needs to be said.

She originally thought that Wu Qingjin would be happy for her, but it turned out not to be what she imagined.

Qiao Zhizhi truly realized that something was wrong.

She was a smart girl who could figure out other people's intentions. Wu Qingjin's attitude seemed more like she didn't want to see such a situation, rather than whether she told him or not.

But if that was the case, why did she urge her to hold an art exhibition and choose the venue as Prince Guangping's Mansion?

She clearly told her to focus on realism, and she did it, but she described it like this.

Could it be that——Qiao Zhizhi had a new guess in her mind.

Wu Qingjin doesn't wish her well.

I also thought that after adding brush and ink to those freehand paintings, they not only lost their beauty, but were far inferior to the original ones.

Qiao Zhizhi's heart gradually grew cold.

Everyone thought she was only seventeen years old, but in fact her mind had grown two years longer, and her judgment of a person or a thing was much more accurate than before.

She looked at Wu Qingjin seriously: "Qingjin, don't you want my exhibition to be a success?"

There was a bright light flashing in Qiao Zhizhi's eyes, as if she had insight into something.

Wu Qingjin felt that this look seemed to see through her heart, making her feel uncomfortable.

Qiao Zhizhi had never faced her with this attitude before.

Her heart suddenly became a little flustered. "You are my friend. Of course I hope your exhibition is a success. But you have learned such good painting skills, but you never told me. We are friends, and we should improve each other."

"This is an innovative breakthrough. Before the exhibition, I didn't know whether it would succeed or fail. What if I had taught you then and let you go astray? Now you've seen everyone's reaction, which proves that this method is feasible. It's not too late for me to teach you again. Why are you so dissatisfied?"

"I--" Wu Qingjin couldn't utter a word.

Qiao Jianer almost couldn't help but applaud Qiao Zhizhi. In this family, Qiao Zhizhi also had a kind heart, but she was also a person who valued feelings. She might have felt something was wrong before, but because she trusted Wu Qingjin, she didn't think too much about it.

Now, his mind has grown two years older than his peers, and Wu Qingjin's behavior was a bit obvious, so he recognized her intention.

A handsome young man came up to Qiao Zhizhi and said admiringly, "These paintings seem to be beyond the clouds and sky, in a dream. They are beyond imagination. Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, this is what I say from the bottom of my heart. This scene deserves the best praise in the world. Witnessing it once is a great honor."

He cupped his hands and said modestly, "I wonder if I could ask Miss Zhizhi for some advice."

Qiao Zhizhi didn't recognize him and was wondering how to address him. The young man quickly realized this and said, "I am Lin Songyan, the third son of the Yuhua Mansion."

Qiao Zhizhi glanced at Qiao Lian'er, who understood what she meant and nodded. This painting skill naturally could not be kept to one person, otherwise the Qiao family would have a reputation for being stingy and narrow-minded.

It would be better to open a class and charge fees, teach it openly, and earn some money for materials. Qiao Zhizhi can become a teacher and teach painting skills, which is also a great progress in her career.

Only through fair competition can one’s true ability be revealed. Qiao Zhizhi has been learning for two years and is not afraid of losing to others.

"Mr. Lin, just ask." Qiao Zhizhi said.

Seeing that the girl was so generous and elegant, Lin Songyan was even more appreciative and gestured towards the painting that interested him the most.

Qiao Zhizhi walked over without even looking at Wu Qingjin.

Seeing the person he had admired since childhood approaching Qiao Zhizhi, Wu Qingjin's face turned from pale to blue, and he bit his lips in grievance.

For so many years, Lin Songyan had never even looked at her and was merely polite to her, but when he looked at Qiao Zhizhi just now, his eyes were shining with admiration.

Such a look was like stabbing a knife into her heart, making her feel sour and jealous.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity she had fought so hard to get to ruin Qiao Zhizhi's exhibition ended up helping her.

That's right, she saw that Qiao Zhizhi was very talented and had the potential to surpass her, so she became alert. She had obviously started learning painting at the age of three and had received guidance from Prince Guangping and many celebrities. Qiao Zhizhi had only studied for three years and was about to surpass her. How could she allow this to happen?

However, Qiao Zhizhi shines brightly at the exhibition and amazes everyone. Even Lin Songyan, who has always ignored her, is attracted by Qiao Zhizhi.

Why, why.

"Miss Wu, everyone has their own cause and effect. Perhaps my cousin is destined to become famous in the capital, and you have pushed her a big step forward." A calm voice sounded beside her. Wu Qingjin looked and saw that it was Qiao Lianer.

The other person's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had just watched a joke.

Wu Qingjin suddenly realized that Qiao Zhizhi didn't care that much about her, and she was afraid that Qiao Jianer was interfering. Otherwise, how could she explain the fact that there were so many different paintings in just over a day, and the style seemed to be more mature.

"I know Zhizhi's level, and she has never touched these paintings. Could it be that the princess painted them?"

If that was the case, she would expose it immediately and discredit Qiao Zhizhi. She would not give her the chance to ride on her head. She wanted to see with her own eyes that the light in Lin Songyan's eyes would go out.

Qiao Jianer looked in another direction, hinting at something.

Wu Qingjin also followed her gaze and saw Qiao Zhizhi set up a drawing board and arranged the painting tools.

"Miss Zhong, let me draw a portrait of you."

Miss Zhong is one of the most beautiful women in the capital. She dressed up beautifully for the art exhibition today and looked radiant.

After seeing Qiao Zhizhi's level, such a high degree of restoration, as if recreating the real scene, touched people's soul. When Qiao Zhizhi spoke like this, she was naturally moved.

"Then I'll have to trouble Miss Zhizhi."

Qiao Zhizhi settled Miss Zhong on a chair, placed a flower arrangement beside her, and instructed her to strike an elegant and leisurely posture.

Then she began to paint on the drawing board.

It wasn't that she intended to show off. Murong Shu had just suggested that she paint in public, and then other people began to respond. She knew that everyone still didn't trust her, so she decided to make everyone convinced.

Kamaer seemed to have anticipated this and had even prepared a toolbox.

Everyone wanted to know how such a painting came about and gathered around.

In order to allow everyone to see it, the servants of the palace added cushions for the people at the back.