The fake daughter was not exposed today

Sheng Yu still has high expectations for his son. From what he has heard, his son's academic performance and the dark Chinese style that went viral on the Internet some time ago are enough to prove that his son is an intelligent and excellent heir.

But he never expected that his son would be raised with an abnormal painting style by his ex-wife.

This shiny pink thing in front of him, is it his son?

"you……"

"Daddy? Don't you recognize me?" Shanzhe looked at him puzzled.

The voice quietly shifted a degree.

Sheng Yu's silence was deafening.

Ms. Shan, who was sitting nearby watching the show, lowered her head slightly, trying her best to avoid being seen gloating. Her hands on the table were clenched into fists and trembling constantly.

There's nothing more entertaining than watching your annoying ex-husband get humiliated.

Shan Zhe clasped his hands together, his eyes shining like stars, "Daddy, do you want to remarry Mommy? I agree."

He had been expecting his handsome son to turn out to be a sissy, and he was already in a bad mood. Now, after hearing his cooperative words, Sheng Yu suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart, as if a storm was about to come.

"After all, Daddy is deeply in love with Mommy and loves me so much, he will definitely find a rich woman for me to rely on, right?" Shan Zhe looked at him.

He didn't mention finding a live-in son-in-law, and Sheng Yu was unexpectedly relieved.

"Men, don't be so lacking in ambition. You will be laughed at if you rely on women." He taught.

Dan Congqing couldn't help laughing and looked at him, and ripples appeared on the surface of the water in the teacup.

The woman's face reminded him of his youth.

Before he made achievements and was recognized by the Sheng family, he also relied on this woman for support. He was a man without ambition.

"Daddy, I've made up my mind. Find me a strong and rich woman who is two meters tall and has broad shoulders. She can give me a sense of security and help you manage the family business. How great is that." Shan Zhe planned while cracking his paws.

"Are you kidding me?"

If he really wanted to find someone to take care of the household affairs, he could just invite a son-in-law to come over. Why would he have to fight with his ex-wife for his son?

He was reluctant to let Sheng Nian go, and his son was so disappointing, so he was at a loss for a moment.

"How did you raise him?"

"Just raise it normally." Shan Zhe was puzzled. "Daddy, you have to understand. We are artists, so this is normal."

Artists are always labeled with interesting labels because of their various quirks, so it's not surprising that he does this.

"For us artists, this is normal." Dan Congqing imitated him.

But her last breath revealed the fact that she was about to burst out laughing.

"you--"

"Forget it, it seems you don't mean that. I'll leave first." Shan Zhe left the tea room.

He wore this outfit just to disgust Sheng Yu. Now that he has disgusted him, it's time for him to change his clothes.

After all, an engagement party is not a fashion show, and there is no need for him to dress too ostentatiously just to disgust the old man.

Sheng Nian was in a rather irritable mood.

"Sister Fu, do you have any way to cure my father?" She looked at Jiang Fu.

"I've said before that the best way is to become a good person and leave him behind completely," she explained patiently, "but the process won't be so pleasant."

There are not so many things in the world that can be easily mastered. Even for her, after extracting the other person's memories and abilities, it takes time to familiarize herself with them.

"Didn't I say this? Isn't there anyone who can find trouble for him in a short time?"

Jiang Fu looked at her and said, "He cares about you a lot. You can only use this as a joke. Don't go too far."

"He cares about me? Really..."

"He chose to find your brother instead of forcing you to make progress. He still dotes on you." Jiang Fu spoke based on the facts.

"He... Never mind, let's not talk about him." As she walked forward, she happened to meet someone she had known before.

The eldest uncle of the Shan family is Shan Congrui.

"It's you?" Shan Congrui obviously recognized the two of them, "Jing..."

"My name is Jiang Fu."

"Little sister Sheng Nian, you are here too."

"I came here with my old man."

Just by looking at her attitude, Dan Congrui roughly guessed that the person who came to the Sheng family today was most likely the little girl's father.

"The banquet hasn't started yet. There's a studio on the second floor of the Shan family. Why don't you go and have some fun?"

The Shan family's studio is usually only used by their own children. They are willing to open it now because there is a baby in the family.

"Let's go." Sheng Nian took her upstairs.

The Shan family's studio on the second floor is quite quaint, with many collected paintings hanging on the wall. One of them is the most eye-catching.

It was not a complete painting, but a splash of ink as a base.

The seal was added later and belongs to a famous calligrapher and painter.

Lin Zhifang.

Jiang Fu thought of the old man lying in bed and sleeping soundly.

Before he fell asleep, he looked into her eyes, pointed to his desk, and said he wanted to read the "Tao Te Ching". She took the book, sat next to him, and began to read.

"One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things..."

The old man fell into a deep and long sleep.

The creation process of this painting came from the inspiration that came after the old man had realized a certain truth.

But when he was halfway through his creation, his body suddenly collapsed and he never got up again.

Sheng Nian took the brush and casually drew street graffiti, thinking from time to time and adding a few strokes.

Jiang Fu took the pen and spread out the brand new rice paper on the table. She picked up the pen and put it down according to the old man's condition at that time.

Amidst the ink-colored rendering, she seemed to be able to see that scene.

In the darkness, many images seemed to emerge: the prime minister who was stirring up the situation, the general who was showing off his military power, the mysterious and treacherous Taoist priest, and countless people, the hungry people crying for food, the wandering women, and the children who were ignored by everyone.

That is, sentient beings that existed at a certain time and space in the past.

Jiang Fu put his pen to paper.

"What are you drawing? You made a mess of it!" The speaker was a man who looked younger than Shan Congrui.

Shan Congyi, the youngest son of Shan Lao, is mainly engaged in calligraphy and painting appraisal. Therefore, he values ​​creation more than his other brothers.

Old man Shan, who was sitting next to him, didn't say anything, his eyes were dazed.

Jiang Fu ignored him and continued to paint.

She chased the remaining emotions in her memory and slowly outlined a corner of the picture.

Shan Congyi stared at her painting and was about to grab it, but Jiang Fu had already put down his brush and he missed.

"Uncle, how old are you? Don't you know that you can't disturb others when you are drawing?" Sheng Nian warned.

It was only when he heard her voice that Shan Congyi noticed another person at the scene.

That face...sister?

His face lit up with excitement. "Who is your mother?"

"My name is Sheng Nian, and I don't know who my mother is." Sheng Nian was puzzled.

Shan Congyi rushed over excitedly, "Is her name Shan Congqing?"

"I said I don't know who she is, and I don't care whether she's your relative or not." She pushed him away irritably. "My dad said my mom would be here today, maybe at the banquet..."