Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 325: Meeting Ji Xian

Xie Fangkai immediately picked up on his words, "Right, since the painting has already been displayed, it would be rather redundant to take it down now."

"I always thought that not eating tomatoes in ink painting was already excellent, but I didn’t expect the sketching of the character portrait to be so good too. It’s just like Young Master Xiao’s, as if it was copied."

Xie Fangkai stood on Gu Cong’s side, not afraid of offending Xiao Chen.

He was merely stating a fact.

Father Feng had long been curious about ’not eating tomatoes’ and could no longer hold back. He asked, "Elder Jiang, I don’t know who ’not eating tomatoes’ is. Can you let everyone know?"

Yaonan gave him a glance as if to say the person is right before your eyes.

These five ink paintings were most likely done by his apprentice; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been presented at such an important occasion.

"Hehe, it’s none other than my newly taken apprentice, Yun Yue." Jiang Wenshan was filled with immense pride and self-esteem.

Feng Qishun suddenly widened his eyes, looking at Yun Yue.

Even the masters of the Painting Association couldn’t produce paintings of this caliber; without decades of foundational skills and mindset, how could a teenaged girl paint with such depth?

But he didn’t have much time to ponder as a crowd around him surged forward to buy, and he quickly snapped back to reality.

It didn’t matter who painted it, as long as it was good, he too immediately joined the crowd offering high prices to secure a painting.

Mrs. Feng looked somewhat helplessly at him; he had a great passion for collecting paintings and calligraphies, owning not just a hundred but also dozens at home. Usually frugal, he spent all his money on this.

The 1,500 yuan paintings were snatched up in an instant, except for one last portrait that no one dared buy.

Although the painting was good, those eyes like a hawk’s seemed as if they were staring right at oneself. Buying it to use as a door god might work, but having it in front of oneself all day would be nerve-wracking, likely scaring one to death sooner or later.

Plus, the person in the portrait was right there; how could they dare buy it in front of him?

But their reluctance didn’t mean no one dared.

Mo Lingwei mustered the courage to speak up, "I’ll take this portrait."

The surrounding crowd shot strange glances.

Her expression unwavered, her eyes resolute. She was determined to get this painting.

Xie Fangkai looked on with interest.

Mo Lingwei fancied Xiao Chen since their university days; it was hardly a secret. Her intention in buying this painting was crystal clear to them.

Mo Huai Zhang frowned; with so many people watching her spend a high price on Xiao Chen’s portrait, what would people think?

The gallery director looked somewhat embarrassed, turning towards Yun Yue to see how she would decide.

After all, the portrait was of Young Master Xiao, and he had completely not anticipated anyone daring to buy it.

Yun Yue’s delicate eyebrows raised, her eyes nonchalantly playful, "I’m sorry, but I’m planning to give this painting to someone."

Mo Lingwei scoffed, "Since it was displayed, it was meant to be sold. What do you mean by saying it’s not for sale now?"

Yun Yue’s icy black pupils swept towards her, the smile not reaching her eyes.

"Since it’s for sale, then the highest bidder gets it. Lady Mo shouldn’t have any objections, right?"

Xiao Chen’s words reached Mo Lingwei’s ears, causing her back to stiffen.

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He wasn’t discussing; he was notifying.

The highest bidder gets it—aside from Lou Ting, who else in Beijing had more money than him?

"Since Young Master Xiao wants it, I’ll step back," Mo Lingwei spoke immediately, flashing him a smile.

Xiao Chen didn’t even glance at her, gesturing for Feng Ye to go pay.

After the apprenticeship banquet, Jiang Wenshan and Yun Yue saw off the guests. She sat in Jiang Wenshan’s office and poured him a cup of tea.

Jiang Wenshan took a sip and looked her up and down. "Have you had time recently?"

Yun Yue arched her brow, her voice lazy, "Yes."

He set down his teacup. "Alright, start coming to the Painting Association for training tomorrow. Your painting isn’t bad, but there is room for improvement. According to the levels at the Painting Association, you only qualify as a tutor, above that are the masters and grandmasters."

Yun Yue fell silent for a moment and asked with interest, arching an eyebrow, "What level are you?"

He knit his brows, his voice steady, "Grandmaster, the only one in the entire Painting Association."

Her painting indeed wasn’t bad, due to having spirituality and imagination, and an overall structure that was magnificent and atmospheric, which allowed her to create paintings at almost a master’s level. However, her overall strength was still far from that of a master.

"Got it," she said slowly. Her phone rang, and she glanced down at it. Her eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of a cold smile, "I have to go now."

"Go ahead," Jiang Wenshan spoke cheerfully. This tea was really good.

Yun Yue put on her hat, stepped out of the Painting Association, scanned the surroundings, and lowered her hat brim while hailing a taxi and reporting an address.

She sat in the taxi, handling her phone and sending out a message. Her fair, slender wrist rested on the window sill as she glanced in the rearview mirror, her eyes veiled with a cold hint of amusement.

The cab stopped at Tianxi.

Yun Yue walked straight to the main gate, pulled out a gold card from her pocket, swiped it, and walked in.

Those who had followed her exchanged looks as she entered; this was Tianxi, the most luxurious private club in Beijing, where ordinary people simply couldn’t enter. Yet she seemed to move about freely.

She entered the elevator, pressed a floor, checked the time, exited the elevator, and walked into a private room.

Housekeeper Ji broke into a smile upon seeing her, greeting respectfully, "Miss Yun."

Yun Yue nodded and sat down next to Ji Xian, crossing her legs and arching her eyebrow delicately, "So you’re the old Family Head of the Ji Family?"

Ji Xian chuckled wryly. "Yeah, who would have thought?"

"Indeed, I never thought." She slouched lazily against the sofa, realizing she should have guessed.

The girl’s eyebrows lifted, her irrepressible wild and arrogant demeanor showing. "What did you need from me? Don’t tell me you came to blame me for snagging your granddaughter’s marriage?"

Ji Xian poured her a cup of tea without changing his expression, glancing at her. He had never seen her this brazen before.

To think she’d talk so arrogantly even after seizing it.

But really, it wasn’t a seizure; the marriage was originally hers.

He had indeed wanted to test Xiao Chen today, before so many people, but hadn’t expected him to be so devoted as to give the Ji Family plenty of resources just to cancel the marriage.

Only time would tell how he’d react when he discovered Yun Yue’s true identity.

Ji Xian’s mouth twitched, revealing a faint smile. "Why would I blame you?"

"It’s Ji Ling who couldn’t hold onto Xiao Chen’s heart. This marriage was bound to be called off."

He had long speculated that Xiao Chen was not one to be manipulated by betroathal agreements. He had already prepared the conditions for annulment; she was just the unexpected variable.

He held his tea, taking a sip, his brows furrowing as he gazed into the pale yellow tea in the cup, his expression growing a shade more serious. "How have I treated you?"

Yun Yue’s eyebrows arched, her casual face carrying a trace of sincerity, "Like a dear granddaughter."

They had known each other for over a decade, and he had treated her very well. So even now, as the old Family Head of the Ji Family, even though Xiao Chen had called off his marriage to the Ji Family because of her, she harbored no resentment.

And she saw him as a grandfather, for after her own grandfather passed away, no one else had ever treated her this well.