Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

As she spoke, her mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, her face filled with astonishment. In less than a few days, her speed had far surpassed hers.

"I was just playing around, that's not allowed." An Cinian was a little reluctant to admit that she was still holding a grudge.

It would be best to write everything down in a small notebook so that Xie Yu'an can return it.

"Sis, are you teasing a kid? This is obviously a matching ring, and it's on the ring finger. Did you just buy any ring from your store and the size fits perfectly?" Hu Chunchun said smugly. She was quite observant.

Rensuke, standing next to him, also turned his gaze to the ring, as if he knew something.

An Ci Nian looked at Lian Jie with embarrassment.

"Yes, yes, yes! Your sister Ci Nian got married." Unable to hide it any longer, she simply admitted it.

In the morning, she was thinking of hiding the ring, but Xie Yu'an, that mind reader, saw through her true intentions at a glance and warned her not to take it off, or he would definitely not let her off.

Xie Yu'an kept his word, so An Cinian could only nod in agreement.

Hu Chun Chun was curious all the way about who An Cinian would marry. Over the years, many suitors had pursued An Cinian. After all, she was beautiful and talented, and was the dream of many young men.

However, all of these men were rejected by the beauty, and the one who ranked highest on the list of the men she was close to was probably her senior brother, Renjie.

She had even asked An Cinianlianjie about his senior brother back then.

As it turned out, this person was stubborn and kept rambling on about how Brother Lianjie was rigid, which made her directly interrupt Anci's rambling.

"Alright, hurry up and see who's at this exhibition, so you don't mistake anyone else for someone else." An Cinian couldn't help but point to Hu Chunchun's forehead.

At the last Yun Qingyang exhibition, a lady was not only mistaken for a gentleman, but the lady was so angry that she stormed off on the spot.

Hu Chunchun didn't dare to speak anymore. After returning home, her master scolded her for making such a basic mistake and forced her to memorize the names of everyone who had been there that day.

This exhibition will attract famous people from all over the world. It is not only an opportunity to see famous paintings, but also an opportunity to improve one's painting skills.

"Hey, look at this painting, it's a painting by Teacher Yan Yu: Dove of Peace."

This is a departure from the norm.

The painting depicts doves of peace, rendered with a large amount of paint, divided into three scenes: upper, middle, and lower.

From a high vantage point, the white doves suspended in the air represent freedom, while the red doves falling represent selfless sacrifice, and the black doves falling to the ground represent tragic death.

"I love Yan Yu's works so much. Yan Yu guides us to unlock the secrets behind each painting."

"Yes, yes, I just don't know if I'll be able to see Teacher Yan Yu at this exhibition."

Speaking of this, everyone feels it's a pity that no one has ever seen Teacher Yan Yu's real appearance.

"Hey, Cinian, do you think Teacher Yan Yu will really come?"

Well, I have to say, An Cinian did a great job keeping this a secret. Apart from Xie Yu'an, only Master knows who Teacher Yan Yu is.

Before An Cinian could answer, she was interrupted, "Oh, isn't this Miss An? Condescending to come to such a small place, aren't you afraid of squeezing your feet?"

This tone was full of disdain for An Cinian, as well as his own arrogance.

Following the gaze, An Cinian simply smiled and remained silent.

However, Hu Chunchun, who was standing to the side, was clearly not so good-tempered. She questioned in a dissatisfied tone, "The Botu Exhibition was an event personally organized by Master. From what you're saying, you think Master's reputation is not that great?"

Holding An Cinian's hand, head held high, how come I always run into this guy, Wu Teng, no matter where I go? He's not only useless but also a nuisance.

"I haven't seen a painting by someone as famous as Miss Wu. Where is it? Let me see." Hu Chun Chun looked around and finally fixed her gaze on Wu Teng's eyes.

They really think they're something special!

“What about An Cinian? If it weren’t for Master taking pity on her, would he have taken her in? Over the years, has any of you seen An Cinian paint a single picture? She’s never even shown it to us. I’ve at least won some small awards.”

Wu Teng was arrogant and haughty. She was a painter with a small reputation, and many people asked her to paint their works. Besides, she couldn't lose face in such a situation with so many people around.

Tsk!

Hu Chun Chun looked disdainful. She only approached Wu Teng because he was Huang Renfeng's apprentice and she herself came from a prestigious family. She wanted someone to curry favor with her. She was so confident that she really thought her paintings were of a high standard.

On second thought, they had to admit that they hadn't seen An Cinian paint all these years. At most, he had just given them guidance. Their master hadn't said anything. What was the reason for that?

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the second floor was exceptionally lively, with everyone surrounding the same person, like a star being fawned over.

Huang Feijing stood to the side, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

Upon learning early in the morning that Xie Yu'an was coming to Nancheng, he rushed to the airport to greet him without hesitation.

For him, being able to meet this rumored prince of Beijing's elite circles was already a great honor. If he could exchange a few more words with him and make friends, he could boast about it for the rest of his life.

"It's an honor to have you here, Mr. Xie," Huang Feijing said respectfully, his tone full of reverence.

Xie Yu'an smiled slightly and replied politely, "It is my honor to meet your father this time."

Huang Feijing nodded in agreement. Although he himself had not achieved anything remarkable in his career, he had a father who was very famous in the art world—the great painter Huang Renfeng.

His name is renowned in the art world, and his works are admired by countless people. This alone makes him someone many can only dream of.

Just as they were getting into a lively conversation, Xie Yu'an suddenly stopped and limped.

Hei Xiang, who was behind Xie Yu'an, almost stepped on Xie Yu'an's heel, which startled him so much that he quickly took a few steps back. He couldn't afford to pay for the price of those shoes.

Standing on the second-floor corridor, just a step away from the railing, his gaze quickly locked onto the girl he loved above and below. She resembled a blooming camellia, with a beautiful smile on her lips and a face overflowing with satisfied joy.

"Look! There's a handsome guy up there, so handsome!"

Someone said this, and Wu Teng and Hu Chunchun, who were still arguing, stopped talking and looked at the crowd on the second floor.

Xie Yu'an was born handsome, perfectly inheriting all the advantages of his parents. His smile was indeed devastating, and even An Cinian had to admit that he was handsome.

"Oh my god, he smiled! Who is he smiling at? Do we know anyone here?"

It's hard not to notice a man who is so tall and handsome.

However, when An Cinian looked up, her expression suddenly changed. She quickly turned her head away, lowered her head, and covered her face with her hands. She was the epitome of burying her head in the sand!

No, why is he here? Didn't he say he had a meeting to attend? Attending a meeting at the exhibition?

big liar!

Wu Teng was a little confused. Why was this man here too?

One person remained silent while the other pulled on An Cinian's arm, asking, "Sister Cinian, why is he here? Who exactly is he to you?"

Despite having a ton of questions, she was still smitten by such a handsome guy.

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie, are there any people you know down here?" Huang Feijing was still quite perceptive.

It would be impolite not to answer this question.

Huang Feijing has good taste; he can't help but show off his wife.

"Excuse me, I forgot to introduce you all. That lady in the light blue cheongsam is my beloved wife." As she spoke, she looked down at the crowd.

Seeing An Cinian still anxiously trying to find a crack to crawl into, he laughed even harder.

Is it because he's ashamed of himself, or did he hurt her last night and make her angry?

"My beloved wife? When did President Xie get married? He didn't even tell us." Standing next to Huang Feijing was Li De, the president of the Li Group.

Wang Jing, from the construction company next door, was very proud. She had the honor of working with General Manager Xie before, and they even had each other on WeChat.

"Hey, it's obvious you don't have CEO Xie's WeChat. CEO Xie made an official announcement on his WeChat Moments early yesterday morning, and everyone is still commenting, wondering what kind of angel has stolen the young master's heart."

Looking at the smug Wang Jing, Li De opened his mouth slightly, and immediately felt as if he had been shot several times: "Hey, little brother, you've really hit my fragile heart. I'm not going home today until I add President Xie on WeChat!"

"So you don't want your wife either?"

Wang Jing glanced at the people around her and teased Li De.

"That won't do, my wife is still the most important..."

They chatted back and forth, creating a lively atmosphere. Xie Yu'an didn't interfere with their conversation, but there was one fact he needed to clarify.

“Mr. Wang, that’s not right. While I admit my wife is indeed beautiful, she is more talented than anything else. She is also gentle and understanding. In short, I, Xie Yu’an, am lucky to be with her.”