Is that really her mother?

  "Is this painted by Manman Jie?" Wen Mingzhu followed Wen Yu's line of sight and discovered the painting, shocked.

  Wen Haoxue didn't learn painting, but the two of them had a similar feeling. However, seeing Manman was acquainted with Auntie and Uncle, which was also a small surprise.

  Under the strong guidance of Wen Huan and Wen Mingzhu, she walked towards the ink painting, her finger tracing a mark on the glass frame, asking Zhang Qing: "Auntie, do you know this painter?"

  Zhang Qing, who was pouring tea for them, didn't notice the expressions on their faces a moment ago. She said truthfully: "I heard that several new galleries have opened in the city recently. Your uncle and I were bored one day, so we went there to take a stroll. Unexpectedly, we discovered many young artists worth cultivating. Especially this female artist named Wen Man, your uncle took a liking to her paintings at first sight, saying they had a rare spiritual energy. He bought all of her existing works in one breath. Unfortunately, she doesn't have many works, but your uncle said that when she has more works, he will consider sponsoring a solo exhibition for her."

  What?!

  Manman is having a personal painting exhibition?

  The three Wen sisters' faces stiffened at the same time, and they all bowed down.

  Clasping her fist secretly, Wen Xuan lightly bit her lip and slightly raised the corner of her mouth: "Is that so? But are these paintings definitely painted by herself?"

  Zhang Qing, who was pouring tea, splashed some water out in surprise and hastily put down the teapot, turning around to ask: "Do you know her?"

  Wen Haosheng reacted slowly, and Wen Mingzhu immediately picked up the conversation: "Auntie, don't try to deceive us, Manman is our cousin, and also Yanyan's older sister. Would Yanyan not recognize her own sister's painting?"

  This is serious, letting someone else do the writing and painting for you, it's like being a thief, it's the most shameful thing in the cultural circle. Zhang Qing thought back, she and her husband had never seen Mianmian paint personally, they only saw Mianmian doing framing work as a framer. It's not that they looked down on framers, but framers and painters are two different industries, can't be mentioned in the same breath.

  Just because you're a framer, does that mean you can steal people's paintings and pass them off as your own whenever and wherever you want?

  Zhang Qing's face changed colors.

  The three sisters of the Wen family all secretly let out a sigh of relief in their hearts.

  "Tell me the truth." Holding onto Wen Huan's hand, Zhang Qing asked carefully, "What is your sister's painting like? Why do you think this painting isn't painted by your sister?"

  Wen Yu's face was like an awkward smile: "Auntie, you're asking me to do this, it's a bit too much, after all, she is my sister."

  "It's your sister, but she can't commit illegal acts either." Zhang Qing said in a serious tone.

  Zhang Qing's suspicions are more worthy of excitement for the three Wen sisters.

  "Auntie." Wen Xuan opened her phone and pulled out a painting, "Although my sister's paintings aren't that great, after all she is my sister. As her younger sister, I really like her paintings, so I often take pictures of them and save them on my phone."

  The painting on her phone was unmistakable, and Zhang Qing knew at a glance that it was absolutely not created by the same person as the ink wash painting hanging in their own home.

  Zhang Qing's face changed greatly, and she hastily entered the house as if to make a phone call.

  After seeing Auntie leave, Wen Haosheng jumped to Wen Huan's side, leaned in and looked at the picture on the phone together, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect you still kept this picture."

  The painting on the phone is indeed painted by Mianmian, but it was done when Mianmian had just started learning ink wash painting and hadn't even mastered the basic painting skills.

  Gently covering the photo, Wen Yu's mouth curved up: "Of course, this is my motivation. With Mianmian being so poor, Dad and Mom have to rely on me, how can I not work hard?"

  Wen Mingzhu's eyes sparkled with amusement. Wen Haosheng rubbed his nose.

  Anyway, Manman is definitely going down this time!

  "The Wedding Night"

  Du Yu went to the painting exhibition center and asked about helping Mengmeng sign up for the competition.

  But who would have thought that the staff on the other side suddenly changed their attitude towards him by one hundred and eighty degrees, directly driving him away, even scolding him for not knowing how to be a thief with a guilty conscience.

  Du Yu was furious and pulled out the introducer's credit: "I was introduced by Professor Westminster and his wife."

  Don't look at the Buddha's face, let's look at the monk's face instead.

  "It was Professor Westminster's wife who personally called us and told us that you guys allowed someone to forge your artwork, and we have to cancel your qualification immediately!"

  Du Yu was stunned, on the one hand calling Professor Feng Ximin because no one answered, and on the other hand walking back to the gallery with a worried heart, not daring to mention this matter to Manman.

  An artist who is slandered as a thief can be said to have his career in the cultural world ruined.

  As a result, when Du Yu and Chu Xia were discussing this matter, Man Man happened to pass by outside and overheard them.

  The teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

  Early summer hastily came out and said to her: "Don't worry, there must be some misunderstanding inside. Let's find Professor Feng's wife to clarify."

  "But they didn't answer our calls, did they?" Manman's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

  "We inquired about their address and then went directly to their home to find them." Chū Xià chattered on and on, only to discover that Màn Màn hadn't listened to a single word, so she had no choice but to call Jiǎng Dà Shào for help.

  Jiang Yan received a call for help, from the three words "Feng Xi Min", he immediately thought of Mo Wenyang. He rushed to the classroom and found Mo Wenyang, grabbed his neck and shouted in a low voice: "Your uncle and aunt bullied my wife!"

  "What?" Mo Wenyang was startled and jumped up.

  In fact, there is no need to ask Professor Fong and his wife for proof. If Manman thinks about it carefully, she will know who might be behind this matter.

  This time without informing her father in advance, Manman quietly and stealthily went to the hotel where her mother and sister lived.

  The family was not wealthy and should have been frugal, but for some reason, this time when they came to Beijing, Xu Yu'e went against her usual habits and insisted on the best of everything. Du Yu had originally booked a relatively inexpensive and practical underground hotel room for them, but Xu Yu'e and Wen Huan were dissatisfied and changed to a starred hotel within a few days.

  I asked my father and he said that the down payment for the guest house was all paid by Xu Yu'e, so it's hard to say whether Xu Yu'e is willing to spend her own private money to heavily invest in her younger daughter.

  Manman had already been deeply puzzled by this, thinking that even if her mother had a lot of money, such a large daily expense, plus the cost of giving gifts to help Yuanyuan transfer schools, would be too much for Xu Yuye to afford.

  Walking towards the Star Hotel, just as I was about to reach the entrance, a sedan happened to arrive, sending Hsu Yu-eh back.

  Second Aunt Zhang Qiuyan sent her mother Xu Yu'e to the door, patting her hand and muttering. From a distance, Manman couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could clearly see the middle-aged man getting out of the driver's seat, who was none other than Mr. Jin, whom Second Aunt had introduced to her as a potential suitor when he came to their home last time.

  Jin Ruowen took out big bags and small bags from the back seat and accompanied Xu Yuyao and others to go upstairs.

  It should be getting hot in late summer, but the gusts of wind blowing over my head are piercingly cold.

  A pair of straight eyes fixed on Xu Yujiao's back: Was that really her mother?