Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 121 - 74 Managing Subordinates_2

Chapter 121: Chapter 74 Managing Subordinates_2

"She, where is she?"

Fu Yang, who had originally been reluctant to attend any photography class, now felt even more irritated that he had been dragged into it because of the class. He was determined to seek out Shu Wan and hold her accountable.

"She’s at Mr. Qi’s place," said Qin Lv as he spoke and looked towards Liu Yun, "The second lady should come along too."

Then Liu Yun caught up with Qin Lv and the others and took a carriage to the Qi Family estate.

Led by the gatekeeper, the group entered the garden, where Shu Wan was discussing Mr. Qi’s paintings with the elderly Mr. Qi Yu.

"I didn’t expect a young girl like you to have so many unique insights into calligraphy and painting."

Through conversing with Shu Wan, Mr. Qi Yu found that she had views on calligraphy and painting that differed from those of others.

Having been distinguished for so long, when others talked to him, they were all exceedingly reverent, treating his words like treasure, never daring to contradict a thing. This was also why he later became reluctant to entertain guests—it was too dull.

But Shu Wan was different. She seemingly did not regard him as the person with the highest achievements in calligraphy and painting in the country but as an ordinary friend, allowing the two to freely exchange their thoughts on the arts.

"Mr. Qi overpraises me," humbly demurred Shu Wan.

But in reality, she was quite confident in her own level of calligraphy and painting.

In her previous life, Bailu Academy had gathered great scholars from all walks of life, among whom were the calligraphy master and the Master of Painting.

Shu Wan was their most outstanding student, the product of a lifetime of their combined teachings.

At the age of 15, her artworks under the pseudonym "Sheyu Hermit" had already become renowned far and wide.

Not to mention, Shu Wan had continually advanced her skills, always practicing calligraphy and painting whenever she had spare time.

Even her teachers had once praised her for surpassing the master, which goes without saying in the modern era, where traditional calligraphy and painting had declined.

"Master, the Young Master from the Fu Family has arrived." While the two were conversing, a gatekeeper approached with someone.

Mr. Qi Yu turned around; after all, as a reclusive artist who had long been out of touch with the outside world, he was utterly unaware of the fashion trends of the youth.

His gaze fell upon Fu Yang’s silver-white hair, and after hesitating for a moment, he couldn’t help asking, "Mr. Fu, why have you gone prematurely grey?"

"....." Fu Yang was at a loss for words. If it had been anyone else, he would have snapped back with "old-fashioned" immediately.

But on the way over, Qin Lv had briefed Fu Yang.

Considering that this elderly gentleman before him could save his life, Fu Yang forced a smile, "I had it dyed this way on purpose."

Mr. Qi Yu did not understand, but being a man of good character, although he didn’t understand, he didn’t ask further. Instead, he beckoned Fu Yang, "Come here. I heard from your mother that this painting was a gift to you from a reclusive master."

Fu Yang walked over and glanced at the painting spread out on the table.

It was a mountain and cloud rain scene painting. Fu Yang did not understand these arts, but he unexplainably felt that the painting conveyed a very ethereal vibe.

Fu Yang’s gaze instinctively turned to Shu Wan, only to see her nodding slightly towards him. Only then did Fu Yang look back at Mr. Qi Yu, "It was gifted by an old gentleman. I don’t know his name."

"Ah, that’s a pity," Mr. Qi Yu took Fu Yang’s words without a hint of doubt.

He knew, after all, that those like them who were involved in the arts often acted on serendipity and personal freedom.

Perhaps the master thought Fu Yang was fateful, and so he gave him a picture.

"Did the master not tell you if he would contact you again in the future?" Shu Wan suddenly interjected.

Looking into Shu Wan’s clear eyes, although she said nothing, Fu Yang seemed to understand something. He cleared his throat, "That old gentleman seemed to really enjoy the pineapple cake made by our family’s cook. He said that come summer, he would trade a painting for a plate of our lotus cake."

"Oh?" Hearing what Fu Yang said, Mr. Qi Yu’s eyes lit up. Initially finding it far-fetched, he soon thought that an artist capable of creating such a transcendent piece would indeed do something like trading a masterpiece for a plate of lotus cake.

"This Mr. Fu, I have a bold request." Mr. Qi Yu even stood up to show seriousness.

Mr. Qi Yu, after all, was advanced in years with white hair; seeing his grave manner, Fu Yang felt a bit uneasy, "Just tell me what it is."

"Next time Mr. Fu meets this master, could you bring me along? Of course, if the master prefers not to meet strangers, I would still be delighted to see more of his paintings."