The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: 098 Bowing to Ying Zijin as a Master in Front of Zhong Manhua [1 Update]

This is great, now the embarrassment has gone international.

Besides this, Zhong Manhua really couldn’t think of any other reason for a distinguished professor from the Royal Academy of Arts in the Ancient O Continent to personally visit Verdant Middle School.

Of course, she had heard of the great name Berg Blaine.

Once, when she was selecting a painting teacher for Xiao Xuan, that painting teacher had highly praised Berg.

It could be said that Berg represents the pinnacle of Baroque oil painting in the Ancient O Continent nowadays.

Just at the Royal Academy of Arts alone, countless students wish to study under Berg.

However, Berg has a very quirky temperament, even more so than Sheng Qingtang, and has never taken on any apprentices. He just occasionally offers some guidance to younger artists.

Now, the thought of going out and being gossiped about makes Zhong Manhua’s heart and lungs ache with pain.

It’s the same story again.

If it were Xiao Xuan, she would never let herself lose face like this.

“Sister-in-law, what’s wrong with you?” Ying Luwei looked at Zhong Manhua’s complexion changing from green to white and asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“I’m fine.” Zhong Manhua pressed her temples and steadied her breathing, “Is Mr. Berg still at Verdant?”

“When I left the school, the principal was with him.” Ying Luwei said, “They must have gone to look for Xiao Jin by now, they might still be there.”

“Prepare the car.” Hearing this, Zhong Manhua stood up and made a decision, “We’re going to Verdant now.”

She must apologize before the issue blows up.

“I’m familiar with Verdant, I’ll go with you, sister-in-law.” Ying Luwei handed the medicinal diet to the butler and instructed, “Make sure to take good care of the Old Madam.”

The butler respectfully said, “Miss Luwei, rest assured, there will not be the slightest mistake with the Old Madam.”

After giving the instructions, Zhong Manhua and Ying Luwei set off for Verdant together.

**

Verdant Middle School.

The principal, hearing the report from the errand boy, felt as if he was splitting apart.

With Berg’s status, not to mention coming to Verdant, even if he went to Imperial Capital University, all the students studying painting would surely be scrambling to see him.

This…

However, to the principal’s surprise, Berg’s mood was surprisingly good this time.

He waved his hand generously, “No problem, just ask her when she’s free, and I’ll wait for her here.”

The principal, sensing some double standards: “…”

He was thoroughly splitting apart now.

“Oh.” The errand boy didn’t recognize Berg, he scratched his head, “Are you in a hurry? If you are, I’ll go back and talk to her again.”

“Not at all, not at all.” Berg was in a very good mood, “I will be staying in Shanghai City for a few days, so whenever she has time, I will be available.”

Principal: “…”

You didn’t say that just now.

“Alrighty.” The errand boy thought this foreigner was very easy to talk to.

Just as he was ready to scurry back, he heard Berg say, “Hey, wait, ask her if she’s a big fan of Qinuo Feng.”

**

After the errand boy conveyed this message to Class 19, he saw Daddy Ying raise those lovely phoenix eyes, yet his expression remained very indifferent.

“Not a fan, he talks too much, I want to bury him.”

“Then let’s bury him.” The errand boy offered his services, “Daddy Ying, where is he? Me and the guys will go up there and bag him right now.”

Xiu Yu spoke indifferently, “He’s been dead underground for hundreds of years, go ahead.”

The errand boy was confused: “…”

“Daddy Ying, you really have a great sense of humor.” Xiu Yu rested a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “You’ve never even met him, how do you know he’s a chatterbox?”

There are many records about Qinuo Feng, but most of them praise how well he painted.

He was born in 1623 and died in 1709.

He left behind hundreds of paintings, each one a testament to his brilliance.

Any surviving oil paintings are enshrined in various museums across the Ancient O Continent.

Imperial Capital Museum also has two, and it was there that Xiu Yu had seen the masterpieces of Qinuo Feng.

“Because—” Ying Zijin remained indifferent, “He would paint while reciting ‘The Bible’ at the same time, and he would use Latin.”

It was annoying enough to give her a headache.

Xiu Yu: “???”

No, what’s this all about?

Wait, why did she just believe everything Daddy Ying said so seriously?

Qinuo Feng has been dead for over three hundred years, even his bones must have turned to dust by now.

But on second thought, Xiu Yu remembered her visit to Qinuo Feng’s former residence in the Ancient O Continent. Indeed, she recalled that his study was filled with various versions of ‘The Bible’.

“Daddy Ying, you’re unbeatable,” Xiu Yu gave a thumbs-up, “I have to admit, you tell stories that ring with truth.”

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped, her gaze slightly withdrawn.

She had never been one to dwell much on the past.

Memories were abundant but quickly forgotten and muddled.

But she did have a relatively clear recollection of those three hundred years in the Ancient O Continent.

She had studied oil painting with Qinuo for three years, most of which she spent listening to his constant chatter.

This indirectly resulted in her being able to recite ‘The Bible’ in Latin without even looking at the text.

He was genuinely good at painting, but also genuinely annoying.

As long as he didn’t speak, he was quite a lovable old man.