Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Because of what happened to the Tong family just now, the atmosphere in the Jiang family has been very quiet.

Yu Zhenling felt it when she came back, so she used Jiang Xinran to ease the atmosphere as soon as she came back, but she was instantly shattered by this slap.

Meng Fu paused, and for the first time, she turned her gaze to Tong Eryu, her eyes were clear and piercing, bottomless.

There was no obedient smile on his face, but this Bingling's eyes and body made people feel cold in his heart.

Seeing Meng Fu's clear and lingering eyes at this time, Jiang Xinchen rarely stopped, and his hands were a little stiff for a moment.

"C-level art exhibition at the age of 18, and the potential to enter the A-level art exhibition before the age of 20. Xinran, you are a little better than your uncle. It will be no problem to enter the National Federation in the future. I will definitely see your art exhibition." Madam Tong got up and broke the silence with a smile.

Hearing this, Father Tong, who had been silent all this time, also looked at Jiang Xinran in surprise, "General Association?"

"Mrs. Tong is awesome. After a while, there will be people from the General Association as referees in the Youth Competition in T City." Yu Zhenling explained with a smile, "Her uncle added two art exhibitions to her recently, also for the sake of resume."

There are so many provinces and cities in China, and the odd capital is the most crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

There is a way to say this, people in T city may not be clear, except for those few families in the capital, the four major associations are the most popular.

Among the four associations, only the painting association squeezed into the four major associations for an art association. These ordinary people don't know the reason, but they know that Daxia's painters have a high status now.

To give just one example, Yu Yong is just a painter, and if he becomes the vice president of T City Painting Association, he can be on a par with Jiang's family in T City.

When Yu Zhenling mentioned this, Father Tong's eyes on Jiang Xinran changed.

No matter who it is, as long as they can enter the General Association, the chances are great.

After discussing with Yu Zhenling about the time to go to the art exhibition, Mrs. Tong left and did not stay at Jiang's house for dinner. She broke off her engagement with Meng Fu today, and it was not good for Tong's family to stay at Jiang's house for dinner.

Yu Zhenling and the housekeeper went to see them off, "Xin Ran, follow me to see off your uncles and aunts."

A group of people left to inquire.

Old Man Jiang suppressed his smile, and glanced at Jiang Xinchen: "Jiang Xinchen."

Jiang Xinchen was also a bit wronged, lowered his head, and his voice became quieter, explaining in a low voice: "I reacted too much, but this is my sister's painting that participated in the art exhibition, so I can't move around..."

"Fu'er, you go upstairs to rest first." Mr. Jiang turned to Meng Fu, his tone was much gentler. He had been strict for almost his whole life, and he used his rare gentleness and patience on Meng Fu.

Meng Fu lowered his head and said nothing. From this angle, he could only see the slightly drooping eyelashes, but couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly, but Mr. Jiang's face darkened.

After Meng Fu went upstairs, Mr. Jiang's face suddenly sank.

He turned directly to Jiang Xinchen, with dark eyes: "Jiang Xinchen, come out with me."

Mr. Jiang took him to the ancestral hall outside.

"Grandpa..." Seeing the hanging portraits of his ancestors above, Jiang Xinchen felt a little uneasy.

"Kneel down." Mr. Jiang said lightly.

Jiang Xinchen pursed his lips without asking, and knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

Old Man Jiang didn't look at him, instead he burned a stick of incense first, bowed respectfully three times, and then said in Jiang Xinchen's anxious mood, "Why don't you wait to see your own sister?"

Jiang Xinchen originally wanted to say no, but he couldn't say it under the tablet of his ancestors. After a long while, he said bluntly: "She robbed my sister."

"What did you say you robbed?" Mr. Jiang turned to him.

"My sister originally wanted to move to her room on the second floor, and Brother Tong." Speaking of this, Jiang Xinchen turned his head away.

The room on the second floor was originally intended to be moved by Jiang Xinran, and he and Jiang Xinran discussed the decoration content, and Meng Fu occupied that room as soon as he came back.

Meng Fu looked at him and the Jiang family with too philistine eyes, no different from those relatives of the Jiang family.

Especially Jiang Xinran's anxiety recently made Jiang Xinchen extremely disgusted with Meng Fu.

"All of this belonged to Fu'er in the first place, so how can you grab it?" Mr. Jiang's expression was still very calm.

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't say anything: "But the Tong family doesn't like her either, she doesn't know anything, why do you have to force her..."

"Have you ever wondered why she can't do anything?" Mr. Jiang put his hand to his lips and coughed twice.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Xinchen was a little anxious.

Mr. Jiang waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then continued: "She could have studied hard, she could have learned piano, painting, illustration, and etiquette, because she was hugged wrong, so she can't. You Have you seen the calluses on her hands, it should be Xinran who doesn't know anything before."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Xinchen was completely speechless.

He remembered the rumors he had heard before that Meng Fu had raised pigs and planted land in the countryside, and his hands had a thin layer of calluses. Because of this incident, he was often used by his brothers as an after-dinner conversation.

But now, what Old Master Jiang said woke him up, what was wrong with Meng Fu?

She shouldn't have done these things in the first place. She was originally the eldest lady of the Jiang family, and she was supposed to live a refined life.

"As you wish, the Tong family is retiring the engagement today," Mr. Jiang looked at him, his eyes were cloudy, "Xinran has a chance, are you happy? I haven't been right for more than ten years because of my health. You disciplined me more and handed you over to your mother. Now that you have grown up, there are some great principles that I don’t need to teach, and I won’t be able to teach you for long.”

"Fu'er didn't like staying at Jiang's house in the first place. This is the first time she came back this month, and I let her come back with the cheek. I don't care what you think. Since she is your sister, she is in Jiang's house. You have to respect her and respect her."

After saying this, Mr. Jiang left.

He left, Jiang Xinchen could have gotten up, but he didn't, just sat on the ground, unable to say a word.

He had always been thinking about problems from Jiang Xinran's standpoint, but what the old man said today stunned him.

During the two years since Meng Fu came back, he had heard Jiang Xinran cry many times, but he had never heard Meng Fu tell him once. Every time he saw her, she always looked like she deserved a beating.

But obviously, the most wronged should be Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinchen knelt in the ancestral hall for an hour, and he didn't get up until Jiang Xinran came to look for him.

"You...you can eat first." Seeing Jiang Xinran, Jiang Xinchen didn't know what expression to use, so he knelt down again facing the tablet of the ancestral hall.

Jiang Xinchen's attitude changed obviously, Jiang Xinran looked at him, pursed his lower lip, and didn't speak any more.

**

Meng Fu stayed at Jiang's house for a day.

The next day she was going to shoot the magazine cover, Su Di's car was already waiting at the Jiangjia intersection, when she came out after getting dressed, she saw Jiang Xinchen standing at the door with a cold face.

Meng Fu didn't say anything, and just put on the mask on his own, as if he didn't see him.

At this time, Jiang Xinchen should be sarcastic, but he didn't. He just said stiffly: "This is the ticket for the art exhibition. If you like painting, you can go and see it."

He handed his ticket to Meng Fu, and left without caring whether she wanted it or not.

Meng Fu looked at Jiang Xinchen's back, raised his eyebrows, and murmured, "Not as cute as Ah Xun."

She casually put the ticket into her bag, put on her hat again, and left directly, wearing the clothes she wore back to Jiang's house last time, and she didn't wear the clothes in Jiang's closet.

Meng Fu is going to shoot a magazine today, and after the shoot, he has to go to the training of the global competition stage, he is a bit busy.

Of course, today is also Jiang Xinran's painting exhibition.

In recent years, painting has always been popular due to the relationship between the four major associations. There are a lot of people queuing up at the door early in the morning. Although it is only a city-level art exhibition, many people fly over from all over the country to see the art exhibition.

Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling and Mrs. Tong arrived early.

They are VIPs, so naturally they don't have to line up.

The paintings in the exhibition belong to individuals.

There are still two hours until the ten o'clock art exhibition.

Several people sat in the lounge for a while, and the person in charge of the art exhibition came to the lounge to look for Jiang Xinran. He was very respectful: "Miss Jiang, the vice president asked you to give me the painting, and it has been arranged for your booth."

Jiang Xinran nodded, she was also a little nervous, Jiang Butler smiled and told her not to be nervous, and went to the lounge to get Jiang Xinran's painting by herself.

The painting is packed in a brocade box, and the packaging is very careful.

The person in charge of the exhibition took it carefully, and did not leave immediately, but inspected the painting with Jiang Xinran face to face. This is the rule in the industry, otherwise, if the painting goes on display and there is an error, there is no way to verify it.

As soon as he opened the brocade box, he froze.

Jiang Xinran's brocade box was empty.

Madam Tong and Yu Zhenling, who were laughing and feasting, saw the empty box in an instant, and the corners of the lips of the two smiled instantly.

The smile on Jiang Xinran's face also disappeared. She got up suddenly, went back to the lounge, searched it from beginning to end, and her face instantly turned white.

The Youth Competition is coming soon, if something goes wrong with her art exhibition, it will have a great impact on her.

"Miss Jiang, did you go anywhere before you came here? Who did you contact?" The staff knew that something was wrong when they saw her, so they spoke directly.

The painting association is very competitive, and this is the time again.

Jiang Xinran shook her head, her complexion was very pale and she couldn't speak.

Yu Zhenling shook her head: "No, we were very careful and took it home for safekeeping..."

Speaking of this, Yu Zhenling paused, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly turned to look at Steward Jiang with a gloomy expression: "Housekeeper, call Meng Fu and ask her to come over to me right away."

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