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

Qiao Jianer knew that Qiao Zhizhi was very talented, but she didn't expect that Wu Qingjin would be so wary of her and wanted to use the opportunity of holding an art exhibition to destroy her.

The Wu family is not on the same side as the eldest prince, and they have no grudges with the Qiao family, which makes Wu Qingjin's jealousy even stronger.

Two years ago, Wu Qingjin became good friends with Qiao Zhizhi. She believed that Wu Qingjin was sincere in the beginning, but later on, when she saw that Qiao Zhizhi was making progress every day while she was stagnant, her original intention changed.

As good friends with common pursuits, comparisons are inevitable. Healthy competition is conducive to the progress of both parties, while malicious means will harm both parties.

The Prince of Guangping's Mansion prepared a dinner, and during the meal, everyone praised Qiao Zhizhi. People kept toasting her, but she drank less and replaced the wine with tea.

"Miss Zhizhi, can we go to the Qiao family to learn from you how to paint this kind of oil painting?" someone asked.

Qiao Jian'er and Qiao Zhizhi had already discussed this. Qiao Zhizhi said, "You're most welcome, but I need to paint, so I don't have the time or energy to constantly entertain guests. I'm planning to open a class. Anyone who wants to learn oil painting should come to class on a designated time. That way, it will be easier for everyone."

"I teach everyone the basic techniques, and how much you can understand depends on yourselves."

Everyone is happy to attend the class as soon as they hear it has started. This way, everyone hears the same content and starts from the same starting line.

Since they are opening a class, they must charge a fee, but the last thing they lack is money.

They also support Qiao Zhizhi charging fees. Only by charging fees can she have greater motivation to teach everyone.

"Mr. Qiao, I'll be in trouble from now on. This kind of painting is of great significance. It can depict the truest appearance of a person and record the scenery you have seen like writing." Some people even called him "Mr." in advance.

"You might as well charge a little more, and Mr. Qiao should teach you more. Don't be polite to everyone."

Seeing everyone's direct response, Qiao Zhizhi said confidently, "Okay, I'll start teaching in a few days. It would be an honor for me if you all come to support me and don't mind my poor paintings."

Everyone's attention was on Qiao Zhizhi, and Wu Qingjin left the table unable to bear it any longer.

But even when she left the table, almost no one noticed her.

Even the noble ladies and gentlemen who were friends with her were eager to learn oil painting. They had been captured by Qiao Zhizhi.

Only Murong Shu followed him out.

Prince Guangping raised his eyelids and took a look, with a serious look on his face. How could he not know what Mu Qingjin was thinking?

This child has been arrogant since she was young, especially in painting, which she is good at. She wants to be the center of attention and doesn't like anyone to be above her. Now that Qiao Zhizhi has attracted attention and become the focus, she certainly can't accept it.

"Qingjin, wait for me." Murong Shu chased forward and grabbed Wu Qingjin's hand.

Wu Qingjin stopped where he was, clenched his fists, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"What are you following me for? You all just want to learn that damn oil painting. As for our friendship, you've already thrown it out of the window."

She turned around and saw that Murong Shu was the only one there, and tears finally fell.

So many people were invited to destroy Qiao Zhizhi, not to fulfill her wish.

Why did things end up like this? She felt a stench rising from her chest, and she leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Murong Shu was already very angry when he heard that, but when he saw Wu Qingjin was so angry that she was about to die, he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"I don't want to learn. I truly consider you a friend. Otherwise, why would I care about your situation at all times? But Qingjin, this time you really helped Qiao Zhizhi. You have no idea that she is hiding her incompetence."

Thinking of this, Wu Qingjin felt the fishy smell in her throat become stronger, and her eyes flashed with a cold light, mixed with a sinister hatred.

"Yes, she has been lying to me, hiding her abilities. Look at her technique; it's impossible without years of hard training. Yet, she never told me she could also paint in oils."

"I finally managed to get her a chance to exhibit her paintings, hoping to give her a small boost to pave the way for the future. Instead, she pulled out this weapon, becoming famous throughout the capital, making me look like dust. She deliberately wanted to step on my head and show off in front of me. I thought she was sincere to me, but I didn't expect her to be so vicious and cruel."

"What a bitch." Murong Shu couldn't help but curse after hearing this. "You two met two years ago, and she hasn't told you a word in those two years. She's deliberately hiding it from you, waiting for the opportunity to step on you in the mud."

"Everyone's attention is on her now. Who knows how many noble young men have a crush on her? And Lin Songyan is also secretly watching her. You are obviously prettier than her. You are all blind. What's so good about a little girl from a remote mountain village?"

Wu Qingjin listened to these words, hatred and resentment surged in his heart. He closed his eyes and tried hard to control his emotions.

The reason why she was hit so hard was not only because Qiao Zhizhi became famous all of a sudden, but also because the person she liked was completely attracted to Qiao Zhizhi. She even suspected that Qiao Zhizhi had already set her eyes on Lin Songyan and took this opportunity to seduce him.

"Jin girl." A voice sounded from behind, with a bit of majesty.

Wu Qingjin was startled, turned around and saw Prince Guangping.

Her tears burst out, she rushed over, grabbed Prince Guangping's sleeve, and burst into tears.

"Uncle Nan, did you see that? Qiao Zhizhi has become famous, and no one can see me anymore. Qiao Zhizhi has been lying to me all this time. I treated her as a friend for the past two years."

Seeing that Wu Qingjin actually had such thoughts, Prince Guangping frowned.

"How could you think that? She brought out a groundbreaking and innovative painting today, stunning everyone. Seeing the novelty, everyone's attention was naturally on her. That doesn't mean you can't paint well, nor does it deny the value of your paintings. If you calm down and practice hard, you'll be a famous artist in twenty or thirty years."

"Twenty or thirty years?" Wu Qingjin's heart was about to collapse: "But what I have achieved after working hard for twenty or thirty years is not even as good as what Qiao Zhizhi is experiencing right now."

"Jin girl, your attitude is not right, and your concept is also problematic. When it comes to painting, you should surpass yourself. If you improve year by year, that's a good thing. What you need to achieve is your life's achievements and ideals, not just focus on defeating others."

Seeing Prince Guangping speaking so righteously, Wu Qingjin was choked.

She refused to admit that she was driven by jealousy and didn't want to see others better than her. She racked her brains and squeezed out a sentence: "I don't care about what happens in the future. I can't accept Qiao Zhizhi lying to me and using me. Uncle Nan, you have spoiled me since I was a child. Please avenge me."