After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

As soon as Tong Xueqing finished speaking, she successfully drew everyone's attention to the scroll in Yan Niannian's hand.

but……

Without exception, they all showed disdain the next second.

This scroll looks a bit old, made of ordinary material, unremarkable, and doesn't seem worth much.

Is this the first gift you've ever given?

Sure enough, those from humble backgrounds are not up to par.

Old Master Fei didn't seem to care much.

He was simply scrutinizing Yan Niannian.

We had spoken on the phone several times before. Her voice was very pleasant and gave people a comfortable and relaxing feeling.

Seeing the real person now makes it even more comfortable.

Especially those eyes, so clean and pure, devoid of any ulterior motives—such a pure nature is truly rare in today's highly utilitarian society.

The more Mr. Fei looked at it, the more he liked it.

Yan Niannian glanced at Tong Xueqing, "Yes! This is a gift I gave to Grandpa."

"Niannian, Grandpa is already very happy that you could come. Why did you bring any gifts?"

"Come here and chat with Grandpa."

Knowing what others were thinking, Mr. Fei wanted to cover up the matter of the gift.

To his surprise, Tong Xueqing didn't give him that chance at all.

Almost at the same moment she finished speaking, she snatched the painting from Yan Niannian's hands, saying, "Sister Yan, don't be stingy, let us admire it too."

The painting was opened.

Everyone stared intently.

A landscape painting.

The continuous mountain peaks stand steeply, and the pine forests covering the mountains are faintly visible through the light mist.

At first glance, it has a very artistic feel to it.

only……

At the very bottom, the signature was actually Mr. Qi's personal seal.

"Ah!"

At this, faint, mocking laughter could be heard from the crowd.

Tong Xueqing was also amused.

idiot!

It's one thing to casually offer a tattered painting, probably picked up from who-knows-where, as a first meeting gift, but to make matters worse, it's a fake of Qi Baishi's work.

Isn't this slapping the old man in the face?

Tong Xueqing deliberately feigned a "kind" demeanor and reminded Yan Niannian, "Oh dear! Sister Yan, you've been fooled. This painting by Master Qi is fake."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

But make sure everyone can hear it.

Yan Niannian frowned.

She wasn't stupid; she naturally saw through Tong Xueqing's little scheme.

“It’s not fake, this painting is indeed Qi Lao’s work.” Staring at her face, Yan Niannian said calmly, enunciating each word clearly.

"This……"

Tong Xueqing pretended to be embarrassed, but inside she was almost ecstatic.

It's clearly fake, yet this woman insists on it in public.

It seems that calling her stupid is too kind of her.

"Hey! Little girl, you should be honest. You're not being honest."

"That's right. It was already a huge mistake to try to fool Mr. Fei with a fake. Now that they've been exposed, they still won't admit it. Their character is seriously questionable."

"Siyu! Where did you meet this person? Don't be fooled."

"Absolutely. Nowadays, girls from poor backgrounds often pretend to be innocent or pitiful in order to rise to a higher social status. They'd better keep their eyes open."

Fei Siyu's face darkened.

He stepped forward, shielding Yan Niannian behind him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Niannian is the best girl in the world, she..."

"I must have been scammed."

Like everyone else, he didn't believe the painting was genuine from the beginning.

"Alright! Why are you all arguing with a young girl all the time?" Old Master Fei smoothed things over. "No matter what, it's all from Niannian's heart."

"That's the end of this topic."

"Mr. Fei, that's not right. She used a fake painting to fool us. How can you just let it go like that? She should at least apologize to us, shouldn't she?"

Dong Yan pursed her lips and took over the conversation.

She wasn't prepared to let Yan Niannian off so easily.

Tong Xueqing looked completely innocent and said, "Yes, it's right to apologize after realizing your mistake."

Now, all the attention is back on Yan Niannian.

Everyone acted superior, waiting for her to apologize.

But who knows...

Yan Niannian showed no sign of panic. She calmly repeated, "I'm not lying, this painting is real."

The scene suddenly fell silent.

The next second, anger boiled over.

"Mr. Fei, you see what kind of person she is? It's a shame that you two, grandfather and grandson, are so protective of her!"

"For someone of her status to even attend a gathering like this is already an honor for her. But look what happened—they treated us like fools!"

"Exactly, it's an insult to our intelligence."

"Stop talking nonsense and get rid of this kind of person quickly!"

While the reprimanding was taking place, someone nearby took the opportunity to reach out and try to push Yan Niannian away.

who knew...

Yan Niannian had already noticed her actions.

He grabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand, then took the initiative and pushed him hard, saying, "Sneaking in and injuring someone in secret, is this what you call superior manners?"

Ding Ding Deng!

The man took a few steps back, lost his balance, and almost fell.

Shocked, she stared at Yan Niannian in disbelief.

However, after questioning her, Yan Niannian's contemptuous gaze swept over her, showing no intention of getting entangled with her.

Because at this moment she was facing not one person, but a group of self-proclaimed superiors who thought themselves above everyone else.

"What makes you think this painting is fake?"

"Just because you come from a good family and have some money, you've entered high society, while I'm just an ordinary person with no money or power. So, you don't even need to verify anything before making a hasty conclusion."

"Is it right?"

An unnatural look flashed across everyone's faces.

It is indeed the case.

Judging people by their appearance and their family background.

How could she possibly have a genuine work by Master Qi that they couldn't even acquire with a fortune?

But they naturally wouldn't admit such a truth.

"A fake can never become real, and a real can never become fake. We all know that Master Qi did indeed create such a landscape painting. There are many fakes on the market, but there is only one way to verify it."

"Master Qi is the founder of the layered ink school. His paintings will not only not be damaged when they get wet, but will also produce wonderful changes."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd who knew about painting spoke up.

His reminder made the others realize it as well.

"That's right, that's true."

"Yes, I've heard about it before, but I've never seen it in person."

"Hey! You woman surnamed Yan, since you say this painting is real, do you dare to verify it?"

"Exactly, let us see it, so we can be publicly humiliated!"

The crowd laughed maliciously.

They were all certain that Yan Niannian would never dare to do that.

Fei Siyu became anxious.

Niannian must have gotten herself into this predicament because of her pride.

He truly cared for her.

“Niannian, let’s not dwell on this anymore. Come on, I’ll take you for a tour of the courtyard.” Fei Siyu suddenly took Yan Niannian’s hand, wanting to take her away from the hall for the time being.

"Haha, see! She doesn't dare to verify it at all."

"A fake is a fake; it's not presentable."

The upper-class people behind him burst into laughter, their mockery undisguised.