Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

The baroque-style three-layer crystal chandelier slowly hangs down.

A dazzling and extravagant halo fell on everyone's champagne glasses.

When Shen Qinghuan was brought in by the waiter, he raised his eyes and noticed that there was an impressionist-style painting of a wine tasting lady on the second floor wall facing the gate.

The thin gold-strap high-heeled shoes on her feet stopped, her back was straight, and she was holding a pearl white vintage coin purse that matched her pearl sequined fishtail skirt.

The black long hair has three layers of slightly curly arcs, which was placed in front of Shen Qinghuan, revealing a beautiful swan neck and superior right-angled shoulders.

The whole person looked light and gentle.

If it weren't for Shen Qinghuan's infamous celebrity status, maybe she thought it was a rich lady.

Several beautiful girls leaning on a dessert table not too far from the door shook their glasses.

One of the girls in a dark blue dress "chicks": "Is she Shen Qinghuan?"

Another girl in a dark red V-neck dress showed contempt: "Yeah."

The girl in the dark blue dress continued: "What is she doing at the gate?"

The girl in the crimson V-neck dress took a sip of wine and laughed: "What else can I do? The soil buns pretend to look like, learn from us to appreciate the paintings."

The girl in the dark blue dress raised her eyebrows, her tone a little aggressive: "Then I have to take a lesson with her."

Although the girl in the crimson V-neck dress had the same idea, she quickly frowned, "But Shen Qinghuan is simple and complicated after all..."

"boom".

It was the sound of champagne glasses colliding with the dessert table.

Not a loud voice, but it also attracted a small area of ​​attention. At least two girls who were talking noticed it.

The girl in the dark blue dress and the girl in the dark red V-neck dress looked at the girl who put down the champagne glass.

The girl developed a bright and wanton face, with some sharp edges of beauty, but her face was cold and terrible right now, and the two girls next to her saw her like this, and their voices were much lower.

"Sister Lin Yan, what do you think?" the girl in the dark blue dress asked carefully.

Lin Yan squeezed the champagne glass in her hand, her chin raised slightly, her expression arrogant and indifferent: "It's time to teach her the rules."

The girl in the dark blue dress seemed to have received a certain order, and the whole person's momentum became much stronger. Stepping on expensive high heels, Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng walked to the side of Shen Qing Huan.

Shen Qinghuan didn't seem to notice the surroundings. He raised his head slightly and focused on the painting, as if he was engrossed in his appreciation.

Seeing her like this, the girl in the dark blue dress looked even more contemptuous. Without even calling her name, she said directly: "Do you know whose painting this is?"

Hearing the sound, Shen Qinghuan seemed to notice that there was a person beside him, his eyes slowly turned, and a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes fell on the girl in the dark blue dress.

The girl in the dark blue dress is named Zhong Jiajia, and she is also a member of the Bai Fumei circle, but her family is not considered a top-class luxury, and is most mixed in the rich circle, but because she has a good relationship with Lin Yan, others will look up She glanced at her, so that her character was very arrogant.

Except for Bai Fumei, who played well in Lin Yan's circle, Zhong Jiajia hardly puts other Bai Fumei in his eyes, let alone the female celebrities who are not at all influential at all.

But somehow, when Zhong Jiajia was stared at by Shen Qinghuan's beautiful Danfeng eyes, she was unexpectedly surprised.

This Shen Qinghuan... actually looks pretty.

It seems that Billin Smoke...

Bah, how can she compare such an infamous little role as Shen Qinghuan with Lin Yan?

She couldn't even match Lin Yan with a small toe.

Moreover, this Shen Qinghuan was quite arrogant, and she asked her by herself, but she didn't answer.

Zhong Jiajia was very upset: "Shen Qinghuan, what shall I ask you?!"

Although the movement between the two of them is not too big, Shen Qinghuan has an attractive BUFF today, and every move that happens around her can arouse the attention of everyone present.

Seeing Shen Qinghuan being found fault by the famous arrogant Bai Fumei in the circle, most people are in the mood to watch a good show.

Of course, it mainly depends on how Shen Qinghuan makes a fool of.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qinghuan hooked the bag he was holding in his hand, wrapped it around his chest, and put the bag on his arm at random, shaking it a few times.

There is no fear at all, but very leisurely, said.

"Before asking someone a question, shouldn't it be polite to expose one's family?"

"Sorry, this young lady is not a star, I shouldn't know you." Shen Qinghuan added up in distress.

When the voice fell, there seemed to be a little squeaky voice in the crowd for an instant.

Zhong Jiajia is a Bai Fumei in the wealthy circle. In other respects, he may be able to beat the stars, but he can't win in terms of fame. After all, even the 18th-line stars have a wave of fans. Walking on the road, maybe they can still be Ask for an autographed photo.

But like Zhong Jiajia, a middle-class Bai Fumei, except for climbing Lin Yan in the wealthy circle to gain some fame, and walking out on the street, no one can name her.

In this regard, she was overwhelmed by the celebrities she always looked down upon, and she was also spotted clearly by Shen Qinghuan as if she didn't intend to.

But there were all human beings, everyone could see that Shen Qinghuan was mocking Zhong Jiajia for being rude.

Zhong Jiajia's face flushed, and he was furious.

"You...you unexpectedly..."

Zhong Jiajia originally wanted to say that Shen Qinghuan actually compared her with the influential celebrities, but she was interrupted by Shen Qinghuan before she could finish her words.

The face of Shen Qinghuan in front of him seemed to have suddenly realized: "Could it be that you are also an invited star. I don't know what crew this young lady has been with, and what works have you had before? Hey, you said we are peers, why haven't I heard of it? How about you, is it possible that you are worse than me...

In the last sentence, Shen Qinghuan even gave a hint of sympathy and pity.

One more blow after one blow.

The suffocating laughter in the crowd suddenly increased.

Bai Fumei, who is less well-known than the "incompetent star", or the 18th-line star who has not mixed up in the entertainment circle.

It seemed that every identity made Zhong Jiajia suffocate to the point that the anger could not stop running up.

How could she have imagined that Shen Qinghuan's satirical ability was so high.

But abruptly, there was a cold voice not far behind Zhong Jiajia.

"Jiajia, come back after speaking."

As soon as the words came out, the laughter in the crowd faded a little.

Shen Qinghuan raised his eyelids, passed Zhong Jiajia, and looked at the bright and beautiful women not too far away from them, with a little curiosity in his eyes.

Lin Yan also looked back at her without shy.

The two had their eyes in the air, as if they clashed silently.

In his ear, Zhong Jiajia, who was obviously calmer after being reminded, had no good air.

"My name is Zhong Jiajia, now you can answer."

As Shen Qinghuan knows how much he knows about the paintings, Zhong Jiajia thought that he would soon see Shen Qinghuan being beaten in the face, but he endured his temper for a while and exposed himself to his family.

"Problem." Shen Qinghuan twisted her eyebrows, as if she was reminiscing.

Seeing her frown, Zhong Jiajia's face faded a little, and the corners of his mouth turned upwards.

Sure enough, where the incompetent little star would appreciate the elegant paintings.

Zhong Jiajia adjusted his state and just prepared a wave of mockery.

But when Shen Qinghuan raised his head suddenly, the corner of his mouth turned upwards: "Bai Yin, a well-known domestic impressionist painter, became famous for a picture of a rice field at first, and then successively created the Four Seasons Landscape Series, the Haitian Yushuang Series, and his landscape impressionism. His paintings are unique in the industry and have benchmarks in machinery. In recent years, they have won world-class painting awards and are well-known around the world. However, he seems to seldom paint portraits. He painted two in total. I want to come to this portrait painting. It should have been a lot of money. After all, Bai Yin's landscape painting at the M country auction last year could be auctioned for nearly 100 million yuan."

It was as complete as if the introduction of a certain degree of encyclopedia came out of Shen Qinghuan's mouth so smoothly.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Everyone, including Zhong Jiajia, was obviously taken aback.

Bai Yin is indeed very famous in the painter circle, the art circle and the wealthy upper class circle, but compared to the general public, people who may not know him don't know him at all.

What's more, what is hanging here is not a landscape painting with obvious and unique Bai Yin's style.

It's an unpopular portrait painting.

Even this group of celebrities, when they didn't know it before, hardly a few could recognize that this was Bai Yin's painting.

And how did Shen Qinghuan know?

I still know so much detail, not only know this person, but also his experience, preferences, and even pay attention to the auction works last year.

This is obviously not a perfunctory answer.

It seems that Shen Qinghuan really understands it.

Shen Qinghuan smiled on his face at that time: "I'm sorry, I just remembered it, and it took a few minutes."

She just spoke lightly, standing still, the pearl white coin purse resting on her arm was still shaking gently.

It seemed to tell Zhong Jiajia silently, telling everyone.

"You can use your moves as you wish, anyway, sister can catch it" calm and hard.

Zhong Jiajia also didn't expect Shen Qinghuan to understand, she blocked her heart with a breath of malice, and she couldn't make it out if she didn't see Shen Qinghuan's embarrassment.

Of course, Zhong Jiajia doesn't believe that Shen Qinghuan has any elegant artistic cells, and knows how to appreciate paintings. Most of them are stealing teachers from Jian Fan's side. She may be listening to Jian Fan.

For a time, Zhong Jiajia despised Shen Qinghuan even more. The pheasant had been a canary for a few days, and he really regarded himself as a phoenix.

No, she has to rub Shen Qinghuan's vigor to let her know that there are some things that she can't dream of.

Whether it's the white, rich and beautiful circle, or the simple and traditional.

Zhong Jiajia's eyebrows condensed, and his eyes swept across the portrait painting hanging on the second floor.

She seemed to think of something, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she hummed softly, her tone of voice was not good.

"I think Ms. Shen's "homework" is still not complete. Bai Yin is not very rarely painting portraits. The one on the second floor is the only portrait painting he has ever painted."

"So, ignorance is not ashamed, and it is the most ashamed not to pretend to understand."

Zhong Jiajia was not polite, and the word "homework" was bitten heavily by her, which was obviously a metaphor for Shen Qinghuan's desire to squeeze into the upper circle and try to pack her own comical behavior.

Oh, this funny behavior, she hasn't done it yet. When she thought of it as "remembering the manuscript", she remembered it wrong and didn't remember it well.

High society is full of talents.

Hearing Zhong Jiajia's words, the eyes cast towards Shen Qinghuan in the crowd suddenly flashed a little contempt.

In fact, these people dare to be so presumptuous, not only because Shen Qinghuan's identity is not enough, but also because simple and traditional are different.

Isn't a woman who Jian Fan doesn't want to take with celebrities at gatherings is just a plaything?

If you play things, you can't get into the eyes of these people.

The interest of this group of people is even a little weak, just waiting to see Shen Qinghuan make a fool of himself, and leave the stage in embarrassment, don't imagine that you can be in the same room with people like them.

However, this "plaything" seems quite thick.

Everyone saw Shen Qinghuan not panicking at all and let out a slow "Oh".

"How do I think that Miss Zhong did not do her homework well."

Zhong Jiajia seemed to hear a joke: "In our circle, Bai Yin is much more famous than you. Who didn't know that Bai Yin drew such a portrait."

On this matter, Zhong Jiajia didn't lie.

Every well-known painter has a little temperament, and Bai Yin is no exception. He used to be Jinkou Yuyan, and he personally said that he would never paint portraits for people.

But Jinkou Yuyan couldn't stop the accident. Bai Yin owed Jian Si's mother a great favor, and Jian Si's mother liked Bai Yin's paintings very much, so she wanted to let him draw a portrait of herself to meet the favor.

Of course, in addition to personal preferences, the title of "Bai Yin's only portrait painting" is the title that Janes's mother would like to increase her status and add to the cake.

This gimmick was just promoted.

Everyone here knows.

At the moment, everyone sees Shen Qinghuan's eyes, only when she is trying to protect her face and lies in public. As everyone knows, the more she lies, the more she looks like a joke.

Shen Qinghuan could feel these eyes, and she lightly looked around, just about to say something.

Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded behind Shen Qinghuan.

"Zhong Jiajia, don't be ashamed of you."

"This is really not the only portrait painting of Mr. Bai."

The person who makes the noise has slightly fluffy hair, looks very young, handsome, and has clear eyebrows. Even if he wears a suit, he can't hide his vigor and vitality. When he laughs, he still has cute little tiger teeth.

Very unforgettable look, but Shen Qinghuan doesn't know him.

Shen Qinghuan glanced at him, and pondered slightly.

As if feeling Shen Qinghuan's gaze, the young man turned his head and smiled at her.

The bright and clean smile stands out in the circle of wealthy and drunk fans.

At the other end, Zhong Jiajia's voice also sounded, but his attitude was clearly different from that of Shen Qinghuan. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a big change of 180 degrees, and his voice was full.

"Brother Ziqian, why do you say the same, you shouldn't..."

"What should it be? Stand by your side?"

"Hey! I will help you or not, by the way, I will help you correct your wrong views, so as not to be ashamed and thrown in front of the old man."

"But this is obviously Bai Yin's only portrait painting, and Sister Jian Si said so too." Zhong Jiajia is still fighting for reasons.

"Then you don't believe me?"

"...No."

"You people have stayed in the north for too long." The man named "Ziqian" put one hand in his pocket and held his champagne glass in the other, slowly approaching Shen Qinghuan and Zhong Jiajia.

"The first portrait of Mr. Bai was also his first portrait painting willingly, but it was hung in the home of the richest man in Nancheng."

When he heard the words "the richest man in South City", Shen Qinghuan grabbed the hand of the pearl white coin purse and looked at the man approaching her with a somewhat casual smile on his face.

"Don't doubt my hearsay, but I came back from Nancheng. I just paid a visit to Father Bai and listened to him with my own ears."

"Of course, what his old man meant was to let me come back and help him clarify the rumors. I didn't expect someone to take a step forward."

Ziqian glanced over Shen Qinghuan intentionally or unconsciously while speaking.

As soon as Ziqian finished speaking, the scene was quiet for a moment.

His identity seems to be convincing, and everyone believes his words.

If this is done in peacetime, it will be said, and everyone will have gained new knowledge.

but now…

This is to help Shen Qinghuan get a head start.

However, when it comes to the identity of "Ziqian", everyone just thinks it's a coincidence.

Zhong Jiajia's face was red and white, and white and red. She wanted to make Shen Qinghuan embarrassed severely, but now she has made a big ugly.

Still in front of Brother Ziqian.

Zhong Jiajia pursed his lips, gave Shen Qinghuan a fierce look, turned around and was mad, and returned to the dessert table where Lin Yan was.

And Lin Yan, staring at the light and windy clouds not far away, smiled calmly, Shen Qinghuan, his arrogant eyebrows were slightly dense.

But now no one pays attention to Zhong Jiajia's side, their eyes are cast on Shen Qinghuan.

For a while, everyone looked at Shen Qinghuan's eyes slightly unusual.

Some were shocked and some were curious.

This incident is not a big deal. It is just a trivial matter of women fighting and laughing at each other's ignorance, but it is such a trivial matter that they don't know about the entire northern wealthy circle.

In Shen Qinghuan's eyes, it seemed that they were the ignorant group.

Everyone obviously felt a bit of scorn on their faces, and they showed their ignorance in front of an uninfluenced little star.

But they are also curious, how did Shen Qinghuan know something that the entire northern wealthy circle might not even know about Jian Fan?

Isn't she just a female star with no background?

Shen Qinghuan ignored the curiosity of others.

After all, she can't let her tell them that Bai Yin has painted the first portrait painting, and now let's set the footsteps of her study in her home.

Therefore, when Shen Qinghuan entered the door and looked up to see the portrait painting that was solemnly hung on the second floor, he still felt a little choked for a while.

If Jian Si's mother knew the effect of Bai Yin's other portrait painting, she would probably be so angry that her mammary glands would proliferate.

…

The banquet continues.

What happened at the gate just now was like a short-lived farce, and it was forgotten before too much.

Everyone continued to socialize and socialize with a smile.

Shen Qinghuan walked to a dessert table at random, watching the boring and hypocritical high-class social interactions around him, a little bored in his eyes.

She took a piece of cake casually and swept her eyes lightly.

I want to see where Jian Fan is today.

She didn't come with Jian Fan, she just stunned Zhong Jiajia in a disguised form. Now Bai Fumei's eyes are not friendly when she sees her, let alone come forward to pay attention to her.

Of course, this kind of "isolation" in disguise seems to be a way for them to see her jokes.

Shen Qinghuan didn't care about this kind of boring tricks among girls. She came here for only one purpose, to protect the simple and complex.

However, when the name "Jian Fan" struck Shen Qinghuan's mind, her brows and eyes slightly wrinkled somehow.

However, she changed her mind and thought of the Jian Fan described by the little secretary, and Shen Qinghuan tightened her mind abruptly.

She had to find Jian Fan as soon as possible, and she could not figure out where Jian Fan was being bullied now.

Suddenly, a sense of responsibility appeared in Shen Qinghuan's eyes.

Just when she just put down the cake and was about to look for Jian Fan, a male voice stopped her.

"Miss Shen."

Shen Qinghuan turned her head and saw the visitor. He paused, squinting his eyelids, politely.

"Hello there."

The visitor was a young man previously called "Ziqian". He raised a champagne glass to talk to Shen Qinghuan at this time, but he caused frequent attention around him.

"Miss Shen, like dessert?" Ziqian glanced at the cheesecake that Shen Qinghuan had already taken a bite.

"Ok."

"Miss Shen is also strange. Few people who come to this occasion really appreciate food. Besides, I heard that Miss Shen is a star. Shouldn't she control her diet?"

"Oh, I don't appreciate food either, I'm just hungry, and I can't eat fat." Shen Qinghuan's tone was a little alienated, but he obviously wanted to choke back to a man and quietly be a topic terminator.

"Puff...Is Miss Shen's words so interesting?"

Ziqian laughed twice, staring at Shen Qinghuan with clean eyebrows, as if he really thought Shen Qinghuan's words just now were interesting.

If this were to be someone else, maybe the topic would be ready, and it would be a normal polite greeting.

But Shen Qinghuan raised her eyebrows: "If you find it interesting to talk awkwardly, it means you have a different taste."

"Go ahead, what do you want to do near me?"

Ziqian was really choking this time, and a trace of surprise crossed his smiling eyes.

Maybe she didn't expect Shen Qinghuan to be so direct.

But he quickly adjusted his expression, took a piece of cheesecake exactly like the one that Shen Qinghuan had just eaten, took a bite with a fine silver fork, and said casually as if saying, "This cake is so delicious."

"I want to be your spare tire."