The fake daughter was not exposed today

Ling Mujiang just responded indifferently.

He knew very well that Xie Zhen's education of Jiang Yiran would never teach her how to control negative emotions.

So, once negative emotions come flooding in like they are now, she will only be more overwhelmed.

"If you regard her as your opponent, you might as well get in touch with her and learn from her strengths." Ling Mujiang guided her with a smile.

Although contact with Jiang Fu might really help Jiang Yiran to come to her senses, given her personality, she might become even more obsessed and suffer.

Jiang Yiran lowered his head, deep in thought.

Does she regard Jiang Fu as her rival...

Well, at least this way, it sounds much better than jealousy.

"Let's go to the exhibition and don't be so depressed." Ling Mujiang pulled her away.

Ji Qunqing, who had chased after them, stared at the backs of the brother and sister.

He originally wanted to come over and plead for his sister, at least to prevent her from really offending Jiang Yiran, but he didn't expect that he came at the wrong time and had to leave first.

Bar counter.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy that someone is investing in you to continue your creation?" Jing Bailu looked at the depressed little girl.

Ji Xueqing held the cup of brown sugar mousse and took a sip. The sweet taste made her feel a little better. "I just... hate my brother."

Even if it's just to make a living, there's no need to flatter Miss Jiang so much.

If Ji Qunqing was a hypocritical person with no humanity, she could easily break up with him, but Ji Qunqing was usually nice to her and never stopped offering her milk tea on holidays.

It’s more of an annoyance than dislike.

"So what? Sometimes I feel the same way, wishing he would stay away from me." Jing Bailu comforted her.

It is normal for children like them who have an older brother or sister to have some conflicts occasionally.

Just like when my brother started dating a girlfriend after he went to college, he kept it a secret and didn’t even tell her. As a result, she is now older than my brother and still doesn’t know who my sister-in-law is.

"That's true." Ji Xueqing felt relieved.

Then she turned her head in confusion.

"Miss Jing, aren't you an only child?"

Jing Bailu was quiet.

She forgot that, apart from herself and those players of the Ark Project, no one remembered her brother!

"He's an adopted son, right?" Pu Qiubai chimed in. "I remember the Jing family sponsored and adopted quite a few children."

"Oh, yes, yes, we have such a good relationship that I almost forgot." Jing Bailu breathed a sigh of relief and her eyes drifted towards the young man.

Jiang Fu silently took a sip of the special drink.

The atmosphere at the scene made her suspect that there was too much sugar.

"We agreed to come to the art exhibition, but we ended up sitting here chatting. Isn't that a bit off topic?" Ji Xueqing finished his milk tea and looked at the people chatting.

Jiang Fu quickly put down the cup and pulled Ji Xueqing away, "Yeah, let's go play first."

Next, let's leave time for her brother.

Before leaving, she made a cheering gesture to Pu Qiubai.

"She..." Jing Bailu didn't quite understand what Jiang Fu was thinking.

But it seems that he is hinting at Pu Qiubai.

Could it be that——

"She has recently become obsessed with counting steps on WeChat and plans to reach 30,000 steps today." Pu Qiubai's ears were slightly hot as he answered calmly.

At the corner, Jiang Fu covered his face in pain.

Is this how she creates opportunities for him to be alone?

"Fu Fu, are you okay?" Ji Xueqing was a little worried.

Jiang Fu waved his hands, "It's okay, I just fainted from anger."

The two continued walking towards the exhibition hall.

"The painting displayed by the Shan family is indeed extraordinary."

"It is said that this was written by the last friend of Mr. Shan before his death. He has achieved such great results at such a young age. His future is bright..."

"I'm afraid it will be a flash in the pan, hurting Zhongyong."

Too many people exhaust their talent on one work and end up achieving nothing.

Young geniuses are indeed worth looking forward to, but after the expectation comes endless doubts.

Jiang Fu looked at the painting hanging on the wall.

From a distance, she seemed to be able to see a figure from the splashed ink.

"No matter how hard you try, you can't create works like Master Lin Zhifang."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Xueqing frowned, turned around and glared at him.

Ji Qunqing ignored his sister's warning and looked at her, "Why are you looking at me? Just because Shan Zhe understands art doesn't mean you do too."

Jiang Fu pondered the meaning of his words, "You mean, you want to see me paint?"

"Why don't you draw one for me?" Ji Qunqing didn't believe that she could draw at all.

The next second, there was a shoe print on his new shoes.

"Fu Fu, don't really argue with him. He's just idle." Ji Xueqing reminded.

Jiang Fu put his hand on her shoulder and soothed her softly, "It's okay, it's just a painting, let's go."

It's true that she hasn't painted anything in a while.

Seeing that she was calm, Ji Qunqing felt inexplicably uneasy.

"You are Ji Qunqing, right? I remember you. Your use of colors is very unique. I also remember the painting "Willows in the Pond" that you painted when you were thirteen. That painting is very valuable." A middle-aged art dealer recognized them.

"Hello." Ji Qunqing obviously had no intention of greeting him and stared at Jiang Fu.

Seeing that he was busy, the art dealer was not angry at his rudeness. He looked at Ji Xueqing and asked, "Little sister, what are you going to do?"

"He doesn't like my friend, so I guess he's going to be taught a lesson." Ji Xueqing was full of confidence.

In No. 5 Middle School, even those tough school bullies are no match for Jiang Fu, so her brother may have little hope.

After listening to Ji Xueqing's words, the art dealer also became interested.

"Douhua, let's go, let's go and watch the fun."

A group of people gathered in the exhibition hall.

A young man wearing sunglasses looked at the girl's back in the crowd from afar and followed her.

The girl named Jiang Fu seemed to be the one that her superiors had asked her to pay attention to.

Jiang Yiran came to the exhibition hall alone. Looking at the painting signed by Jiang Fu, he suddenly felt that his sudden idea was ridiculous.

Jiang Fu was simply imitating a famous artist, so where did his strength come from? Let alone being her rival.

It's not worth it for her to worry about such a person.

"Have you heard that there's a painting competition going on over there? Let's go take a look."

"Go, go, go, find a good spot."

From what passersby said, there was a live competition, which was great. If she could discover one or two talented artists from it, she would have established a firm foothold in a field.

She followed the crowd and happened to see the two sides fighting over the paintings.

One was Ji Qunqing, and the other had his back to her. Due to the crowd, she could only see the man's long hair gathered on his shoulders.

The girl held the brush in her hand and carefully outlined the contours.

It seemed to be a painting of mandarin ducks playing in the water. The birds' feathers gradually took shape as she drew. Although only the tails could be seen, one could tell that the finished product would be lifelike.

Very good, you can tell at first glance that he is better than Jiang Fu.

Ji Qunqing finished his own work first, put down his pen, and was very satisfied.

He looked at the girl opposite him who calmly put down her brush and asked, "Are you done too?"

"Yeah." Jiang Fu put the pen back in its place and made way to show him his work.