Chapter 7
Sun Qingyan rolled her eyes, and said generously: emmmmm, if the buyer of my painting has the same IQ as those keyboard warriors, I'd be really sorry for my painting, but it's a pity that it found such an owner.

Qu Mingming couldn't help laughing: You did something wrong anyway, and someone will cover you up. It's been like this for so many years. Shao Ye has hired a public relations team. Within a day, a master of Chinese painting will stand up and say: You are not plagiarizing.

Sun Qingyan squinted her eyes and replied: The question is not about whether I plagiarized, but because I am too perfect.

Qu Mingming couldn't help laughing: I really don't know where your confidence comes from?

Sun Qingyan leaned sideways and raised her snow-white thighs to appreciate: it came out of the mother's womb.

Immediately afterwards, I called the gallery: put away all the paintings in the gallery, leaving only the pair of "Celebrating the New Year Landscape City".

This is to be tough with netizens.

Qu Mingming said: Don't take public opinion seriously.

Sun Qingyan's arrogance is engraved in her bones: rumors stop at wise men.Those who are rich enough to buy my paintings are not badass.

Qu Mingming sent a few thumbs up, and said by the way: Are you not afraid that these news will be seen by your family?
Sun Qingyan sat up suddenly: You are here to sell anxiety!
Sure enough, not long after, Sun Qingyan received a call from her old father.

The other end of the phone was furious:
"Look at the man you're looking for! There's a reason why he didn't want you for so many years! He doesn't want to spend his life with you at all, why are you still relying on him! Shame on you!..."

Sun Qingyan pulled the receiver far away, crossed her legs, and sat upright.

This is the old father's point of view. Even if the whole Internet is bullying his daughter, he still blames the man.

Sun Qingyan: "It's nothing serious, why are you so angry!"

Grandmother scolded grandfather beside her: "Why are you scolding your daughter!"

Grandfather turned his face to his wife and said: "Our Sun family has been a scholar for generations, and now we have been scolded all over for being a good daughter like you, and we still have to protect her!"

Sun Qingyan muttered in a low voice: "I haven't treated you badly for so many years, except that I didn't give birth to a grandson for you, and in terms of food and drink, I'm no better than..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Grandfather scolded again: You still have the face to say this, we have spent so many years cultivating you, and cultivating such a worthless thing like you!People are talking about why you don't get married, is there something wrong!Where do you put my old face!

Sun Qingyan twitched her lips: I'm not promising yet?Let's see who in our compound is more promising than me!I didn't embarrass the Sun family either!

Father Sun coughed twice angrily: There are three ways to be unfilial and having no descendants is the biggest, don't come back!Never come back!

As soon as grandpa coughed, Sun Qingyan's domineering arrogance disappeared immediately. This was a deep-rooted fear.

Then there was a burst of throwing and beating things, it should be grandpa throwing things to vent his anger.

Sun Qingyan heard her mother's voice tinged with tears.

Sun Qingyan felt another burst of heart-wrenching pain...

At this time, Shao Ye's video came in, "Smelly treasure, don't go to the gallery these two days..."

Sun Qingyan said impatiently: "I'm really annoyed by making you mess up today! Tell me what are you doing! Forget it, I won't tell you anymore!"

Shao also heard a rustling sound, and then a "bang" sound of closing the door.

While looking at the landscape painting that Sun Qingyan gave him in the office, he thought, the door of that house was airlifted back from Italy and it was quite strong. It should be quite painful for her to go up it.

(End of this chapter)

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