Xu Anyuan smiled. “That’s right.”
The Yuncheng Art Exhibition this time was organized by Boss Qiu.
It had invited world-renowned figures.
There was only one most central booth left, and after learning that Murong Qiyue would be participating, practically no other serious oil painters dared to come.
After all, competing with the prodigy Murong Qiyue for that spot was simply too difficult.
Those established oil painters didn’t dare to come; losing to a young person would be too embarrassing, wouldn’t it?
That’s why Murong Qiyue made that remark.
Neither Xu Anyuan nor Evelyn found anything wrong with her statement.
Evelyn, holding some documents, saw Ye Shaohua casually carrying a wrapped oil painting. Her usually haughty gaze now held a hint of sympathy as she looked at Ye Shaohua.
Although on the surface, Ye Shaohua seemed luckier than her or Murong Qiyue, having married Xu Anyuan, in reality… Ye Shaohua was the most unfortunate and pitiful one.
She was Xu Anyuan’s capable executive assistant; he would never let her go, as losing her wouldn’t be good for the Xu Corporation.
And Murong Qiyue went without saying; Xu Anyuan protected her like she was something precious.
Only Ye Shaohua, not only was she kicked out with nothing, but now she couldn’t even return to the Wei family and had resigned.
Thinking this, Evelyn’s gaze towards Ye Shaohua grew increasingly pitying.
She glanced at Ye Shaohua several times before leaving with a file folder.
Ye Shaohua found the assistant’s constantly changing expressions somewhat baffling, but she didn’t dwell on it. She simply handed her document bag to the exhibition organizer’s assistant.
Seeing this, Xu Anyuan frowned deeply. “Is she desperate for money? Her mother said she learned oil painting in high school, but she majored in Finance in university, and she dares to submit something to an art exhibition? Is she out of her mind?”
Murong Qiyue didn’t pay much attention to someone she could crush with one hand. She said casually, “Maybe she found out I studied oil painting, so she quit her job specifically to compete. But oil painting isn’t something you can master overnight.”
The two of them exchanged sarcastic remarks.
Just then, the office door opened.
Murong Qiyue stood up gracefully from the sofa, a smile already forming on her face.
“Mr. Liu, I’ll send my painting over tomorrow,” she stated coolly.
Mr. Liu, who had come out with Ye Shaohua, looked a bit dazed. He snapped back to attention at Murong Qiyue’s voice. “Wait, Miss Murong, what did you say?”
Murong Qiyue lifted her chin with a slightly arrogant air, not bothering to repeat herself.
Xu Anyuan, however, frowned and glanced impatiently at Ye Shaohua, then said to Mr. Liu, “Mr. Liu, Qiyue means she’ll deliver the painting for the exhibition tomorrow.”
Hearing Xu Anyuan’s words, Mr. Liu came to his senses.
He paused for a moment, then immediately spoke, “I apologize, Miss Murong, for making you wait in vain. For our exhibition this time, we have selected Miss Ye’s piece, ‘Heaven’.”
Murong Qiyue had already been putting on her sunglasses. Hearing Mr. Liu, she stopped and took them off.
She asked incredulously, “What did you say? You’re not using my oil painting? Whose else could you possibly use?!”
Xu Anyuan also felt there was something wrong with Mr. Liu suddenly accepting Ye Shaohua’s work. He frowned. “Mr. Liu, what exactly happened between you in the office just now? Aren’t you afraid Boss Qiu will find out?”
Hearing this, Mr. Liu frowned and directly gestured. “Both of you, please come in and see Miss Ye’s painting before saying anything more.”
Ye Shaohua had learned oil painting in her previous life.
Moreover, the system came with attached skills.
Her oil paintings might not have the mastery of a peak artist, but they possessed a spirituality many lacked. Coupled with her experiences across dozens of worlds, even Murong Qiyue in this world couldn’t match her in terms of insight alone.
Murong Qiyue, having been reborn into this world, had always prided herself on her identity.
Especially since the people with special abilities in this world were so weak.
Given enough time to restore her Jindan (Golden Core), she would look down upon all the people with special abilities in this world.
As for oil painting, it was just a whim. However, as a spiritual cultivator, her paintings carried an ethereal quality ordinary people simply couldn’t achieve, making them appear much more lively and dynamic than average works.
Naturally, no one else could compete with her.
But unfortunately… she had encountered Ye Shaohua, who was even more talented and spiritual than she was.
Seeing Ye Shaohua’s painting, even Xu Anyuan, who knew nothing about oil painting, felt it was far more shocking.
Yes, shocking.
It depicted a staircase stained with fresh blood, each step leading towards the light.
On the staircase was a girl walking on the tips of knives, the stairs dyed red by the blood she shed.
Xu Anyuan never knew his ex-wife could paint like this. Thinking about it, a strange feeling stirred within him.
Before he could dwell on it, Murong Qiyue’s phone rang. It was the specialized communication device from the Dragon Group.
“Number One has escaped from prison,” Murong Qiyue’s expression turned serious. “Anyuan, I might need to leave immediately.”
Xu Anyuan snapped back to reality. Seeing the level-one member’s communication device in Murong Qiyue’s hand, he understood the severity and instantly forgot about Ye Shaohua.
As they went downstairs, they happened to see Wei Zhengxuan in his car.
“When did Wei Zhengxuan get so close to her?” Seeing Ye Shaohua get into Wei Zhengxuan’s car, Xu Anyuan couldn’t help but frown.
Remembering the oil painting he’d just seen, he glanced at Ye Shaohua and issued a warning, “Ye Shaohua, you’re an ordinary person. I advise you not to get involved in this circle.”
