After the rebirth of the wronged soft girl, the devil's crematorium

Seeing Su Wan eager to verify something, Liu Shang recalled an incident two years ago. On that day, Zheng Yanchen and Qin Jia Silang had finished drinking and bumped into Su Wan while she was out shopping. Su Wan saw that the painting in Zheng Yanchen's hand was actually hers. Zheng Yanchen didn't say anything at the time, but it was Qin Jia Silang who claimed that Zheng Yanchen had painted it himself, and Zheng Yanchen nodded implicitly. From then on, Su Wan fell deeply in love with him.

"Yes."

"But why? Why does Shen Wenqin have a painting exactly the same as his?" Su Wan suddenly had a bad guess in her mind.

Liu Shang and Liu Yan were shocked when they heard this. "Could it be that the painting wasn't painted by Zheng Yanchen? Was it painted by Shen Wenqin?"

But why did he lie to her? And why did he help Zheng Yanchen portray her? Su Wan felt a headache.

Soon, Su Wan's door was knocked again. Cang Yi walked in and said that the young master had invited Ren Qing into the room and asked Su Wan to go over and listen.

It turned out that Xie Yin wanted to tell Shen Wenqin that he had someone find the painting, so as to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings between Su Wan and Shen Wenqin and avoid leaving any evidence. Su Wan naturally knew what was right and wrong, and was still quite grateful to Xie Yin.

At this moment, Xie Yin was sitting at the table, staring at the person opposite him with a sharp gaze. The cold aura around him seemed to freeze the air around him.

Shen Wenqin, who was standing opposite him, was somewhat puzzled. "I wonder why Chief Xie asked me to come here?"

Shen Wenqin had naturally heard of Xie Yin. He had a cruel and eccentric personality. He came from a noble family but disliked noble families. Could it be that he was the person Su Wan wanted to introduce?

Xie Yin pushed the painting in front of Shen Wenqin. Seeing this, Shen Wenqin immediately stopped smiling and looked solemn.

"I'd like to ask who is this person?"

"Thank you, Chief, even if you hold a high position, you can't pry into other people's privacy at will, right?"

"What are you talking about, Mr. Shen? I picked this up." Seeing Shen Wenqin's suspicious look, Xie Yin said, "I picked it up from Mr. Su."

Shen Wenqin's eyes widened, then darkened. "Master Xie, if you want to do something, just say it directly. A husband should take responsibility for his actions. Why use others as an excuse?"

It is obvious that Xie Yin is a scoundrel, and Shen Wenqin naturally cannot expose the person above, otherwise it will be a disaster for that person.

"I wonder who's up here."

Shen Wenqin sneered, "It's just a painting, just for fun. I painted what I dreamed of. What? Is that a sin?"

Xie Yin smiled faintly, "If that's the case, how can this department have the right to punish you for it? However, this department has seen this painting in Shangjing, how could it appear in Mr. Shen's place?"

Shen Wenqin looked at Xie Yin dimly, and at this moment Su Wan was standing outside the door.

Shen Wenqin was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "How could such a coincidence happen? But what's so strange about it? Maybe we just happened to dream of the same person, or maybe the person in the dream is in Shangjing. But is a painting worth Xie Shousi's grief?"

Xie Yin: "If it were anything else, it wouldn't be worth it, but I actually saw this painting at the home of Duke Zheng." Xie Yin emphasized this, "I heard it was painted by Zheng Yanchen. Who do you think he painted?"

Shen Wenqin glanced at the painting and asked, frowning, "Who?"

"She is his former wife, now Madam Su." Xie Yin looked at Shen Wenqin and saw that the man's eyes kept changing. Even if he tried to hide his nervousness, Xie Yin was best at observing people's words and expressions, and no one could hide anything under his nose.

Shen Wenqin sneered again, "I don't know what happened between Chief Xie and the Su family, but don't try to involve me. I don't recognize it. This painting doesn't have any Madam Su."

Xie Yin looked a little disappointed. "Really? Then it seems you can't help our company with anything. Please."

Anger was evident on Shen Wenqin's face. "This is inexplicable!" He picked up the painting on the table and walked out of the room. However, he ran into Su Wan who was coming towards him.

"Why are you here?" Shen Wenqin looked nervous and hid the painting behind him.

"Are you sending me a painting?" Su Wan smiled, and then quickly took the painting from behind him.

"Wait!" But it was too late.

"This is something I gave to someone else. I didn't bring yours. I will definitely bring it to you next time." Shen Wenqin wanted to take the piece and leave, but Su Wan refused to let go, and finally Shen Wenqin compromised.

In the room

The two sat opposite each other. Su Wan looked at the person opposite her, but Shen Wenqin did not dare to respond to Su Wan's gaze. He just lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

"Could you explain, Brother Shen?" Su Wan had just listened for a long time and was certain that Shen Wenqin was not the Zheng family's executioner and posed no threat to the Su family. Therefore, it was better to be direct.

"Brother Su, it's me."

"You can also call me Madam Su." Su Wan looked at him solemnly, "I just want you to tell me where this painting came from."

Shen Wenqin clenched his fist and said, "I drew this."

"What about the painting in Zheng Yanchen's hand?"

Shen Wenqin lowered his head and said, "I drew it too."

"Did he ask you to draw it?"

Shen Wenqin closed his eyes and then looked up and said, "No, that painting is the original. It's just that Qianweilou was booked by them at the time. When I was about to leave, the painting fell to the ground and was snatched away by Zheng Yanchen. I only found out about what happened afterwards."

Su Wan stared at the person in front of her with dull eyes and said in disbelief, "Is that all?"

Shen Wenqin looked guilty, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

But Su Wanxiang had no intention of listening to him. She only knew that she had been living in a scam from the beginning.

Su Wan stood up abruptly, glaring at Shen Wenqin with a look she had never seen before. Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with anger and hatred, mixed with deep surprise. "Is that all?"

Shen Wenqin slowly raised his head, only to see Su Wan's bloodshot eyes. She sneered and said, "Is that all? A work you only cared about, and I foolishly believed Zheng Yanchen. In pursuit of that so-called respect and affection in my heart, I ruined myself like this?"

Shen Wenqin's expression was extremely complicated. He slowly stood up, his voice filled with helplessness and guilt: "This is all my fault."

When he unexpectedly saw Su Wan, the woman who had helped him in his childhood, here, he felt that this woman had never changed, still as unrestrained and bright as the sun. It happened that day, at Qianwei Tower, he saw Su Wan holding her cheek, gazing at the falling petals outside the window. The scene was so beautiful that he couldn't help but paint that moment.

Little did she know, Zheng Yanchen had long harbored feelings for Su Wan. When Zheng Yanchen stumbled upon Shen Wenqin's paintings, he forcibly demanded them, even threatening to make his entire family pay if he appeared before Su Wan again. Shen Wenqin was so cowardly at that moment, terrified. So, he compromised.

Watching Su Wan sink day by day into her feelings for Zheng Yanchen, listening to the ridicule directed at her by the entire capital, he hated himself and considered confessing his feelings. But then, Su Wan was the Su family's legitimate daughter, and he was nothing more than a nobody. How could he possibly have the right to ruin everything? He had thought Su Wan would finally get what she wanted, and he could return to Yangzhou in peace. But not long ago, the governor in the capital spread rumors that Su Wan had been framed and had left the Zheng family the very next day.