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

Her words were earnest, and every sentence revolved around An Cinian's presence. Wow, amazing! To make the Crown Prince say such things, this lady must be formidable.

"Mr. Xie, won't you say hello to Madam?" Li De glanced at the woman in the blue cheongsam below. Although he couldn't see her face, her temperament was definitely impressive.

Huang Feijing followed Xie Yu'an's gaze and rubbed his eyelids. "Hmm, Madam looks familiar!"

Xie Yu'an looked at An Cinian and said in an absolutely gentle voice, "My wife likes to joke around. If anything happens later, please don't be offended."

"No, no, no, Mr. Xie, you're too kind." Huang Feijing quickly shook his head and waved his hands. To be honest, he wouldn't say anything even if Xie Yu'an tore this place down.

Who would dare to go against the prince of the Beijing circle? Unless they don't want to live. This person's methods are beyond your imagination. In less than three years, he has ascended to the top of the North City. It's impossible without ruthless methods!

Besides, Xie Yu'an's parents are also talented individuals, excelling in their respective fields. He also heard that the Si family, the richest family in Nancheng, has private connections with the Xie couple.

However, the Si family never shows up, so even if she walks up to you, you won't recognize her.

Over the years, he has met all sorts of people. Some people just prefer to keep a low profile, so never go against someone before you have thoroughly investigated their background.

This is based on business experience, and he is quite satisfied with his current position, which he has built up through experience.

"The event is about to start. I wonder if I can buy my favorite painting here?"

Some of the paintings here are priceless.

"An Cinian, how about we make a bet?" He looked around and finally examined An Cinian.

An Cinian nodded. She wanted to see what tricks this person was up to. He always acted arrogantly and bullied people openly just because he was the daughter of the Wu family.

Over the years, this person has certainly gone against me quite a bit.

"I heard that Teacher Yan Yu is coming today. If you can get a few words with her, I'll give you a million."

Upon hearing this, An Cinian couldn't help but burst out laughing. What kind of stupidity was this person suffering from? She was right there, and she actually handed the opportunity to her.

“Okay.” An Cinian took a few steps, moved closer to Wu Teng, looked up slightly, and said with some regret, “However, I don’t think the stakes are too high. After all, I have a close relationship with the teacher Yan Yu that you mentioned. How about you buy this painting of the Dove of Peace?”

"An Cinian, don't go too far. Do you even know how much this painting costs? Besides, you're so arrogant. Do you really think you know Teacher Yan Yu? Do you even know who Teacher Yan Yu is?"

Wu Teng's friend immediately retorted, looking down on An Cinian completely.

It's not that she's being arrogant, but Teacher Yan Yu's paintings are priceless. She's talking big without even seeing him, isn't she afraid of breaking her teeth?

An Cinian didn't even want to look at her. Had she gotten too angry? If she knew her true identity, she would probably be scared out of her wits.

Because of An Cinian's words, even Hu Chunchun, who was standing silently beside her, was tugging at her sleeve, looking anxious and worried, afraid that something might happen to An Cinian.

"I just want to ask if you dare to bet. If Miss Wu thinks it's not worth it, and I lose, I'll kneel down and apologize to you."

The crowd erupted in uproar. This bet was huge; it would be a loss of face for either side to lose.

Wu Teng was initially hesitant, but everyone in the room felt that she should take the gamble, especially since she was the one who made the first bet. Once a word is spoken, there's no going back; otherwise, where would she put her face?

Besides, it's just An Cinian. The An family is a small, unfavored household. They haven't seen him paint a single picture in all these years. She felt she had to take a gamble, and she was going to be the winner.

"Then I'll thank Miss Wu in advance for her kindness."

An Cinian was completely unfazed. Hu Chunchun pulled her aside, saying, "Sister Cinian, why did you gamble with that woman like that? Aren't you afraid...?"

Even if their family intervened, they couldn't get Teacher Yan Yu to come over. How did my sister dare to gamble?

An Cinian gently shook her head, quickly extended her hand, and gently placed her index finger on Hu Chunchun's lips, her face beaming with an even brighter smile: "Baby, don't you trust your sister? Don't worry, sister has a way, relax~"

He also patted Hu Chun Chun on the shoulder, signaling her to relax and not worry too much.

This was the first time the beauty had been so intimate with her. An Cinian smelled so good. Her sister was so beautiful and confident. She felt a sense of disbelief, but she just wanted to believe her.

Is this what boys mean by having a beautiful woman in their arms, pampering her at will? She, a woman, can be captivated by An Cinian.

Thinking of this, Hu Chunchun couldn't help but cup her face in her hands, blushing shyly.

Xie Yu'an watched An Cinian's every move and thought Hu Chunchun was really pathetic. He snorted softly, his face full of disdain, "You're such a lovesick fool."

He then sat in the seat arranged by Huang Feijing.

At this moment, Huang Renfeng arrived at the scene, and everyone greeted him in unison.

Huang Renfeng smiled and nodded, indicating to the host to start by introducing the paintings at today's exhibition. Each one was more stunning than the last, and any painting he picked out was a masterpiece by a famous artist.

Among these masterpieces, we must mention Teacher Yan Yu, a new type of painter who suddenly became popular three years ago.

Her paintings are quite different from others, with bold colors, unrestrained use of paint, and colorful backgrounds. Although they may not be entirely brilliant, Ms. Yan Yu's paintings are stunning in every aspect.

Very influential!

Huang Renfeng took the microphone and said kindly, “I believe that everyone is here not just to attend the exhibition. Each painting has a price tag, and anyone can buy it. If two people like the same painting, then the one who has a deeper understanding of the painting will own it.”