The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: 091 Disgraced!【4 updates】

[Fuck, I’m stunned, so this calligraphy was also written by her?]

[And she still called these characters trash? Can’t understand.]

[To the one in front, you just don’t get it, huh? I study painting at the art academy, and every time I look back at my old paintings, I think they are trash.]

[Me too, me too, it’s unbearable to even look at them, wondering how I could have painted something so ugly.]

[Absolutely amazing, I’m in love with this classmate, didn’t you say the calligraphy wasn’t written by me? There you go calling the calligraphy you think is good trash, and then I write another one on the spot to slap your face, how painful is that?]

[Ouch ouch ouch, Lin Xi’s face has turned blue.]

Lin Xi became famous at a young age, full of pride.

He began his career early, and his teacher is a calligraphy master of the same generation as Sheng Qingtang.

This was the first time he had been scolded by Sheng Qingtang and criticized by so many others.

All just because of a “cheating” incident.

Lin Xi wasn’t a fool; he naturally thought of something.

Glancing around, his gaze fell upon Zhong Zhiwan sitting in the audience.

His eyes were extremely cold.

Zhong Zhiwan hurriedly avoided Lin Xi’s gaze, her face grew even paler, and she began to tremble.

The head of the Literature and Art Department noticed her discomfort and asked with concern, “Zhiwan, are you okay?”

Zhong Zhiwan forced a smile, “I’m fine.”

She pinched her palm and looked towards the stage.

Sheng Qingtang had a very high status in the art world, even Old Master Zhong couldn’t invite him.

Yet, Ying Zijin, a person like her, could actually know Sheng Qingtang?

And even invited Sheng Qingtang to appraise her calligraphy?

What a joke.

She had been learning calligraphy for fourteen years, and in the eyes of calligraphers, she was just getting started.

Ying Zijin who grew up in Qingshui County, without even having a teacher, could write such good calligraphy.

It was just too unfair.

Zhong Zhiwan released her hand and gripped her school uniform tighter, restless in her seat.

But, as the Student Council president, she couldn’t leave.

She could only stay put, enduring the torment of jealousy within her heart.

Wei Hou wasn’t faring any better than Zhong Zhiwan.

The barrage of questioning from Sheng Qingtang caught him off guard, leaving him with no room to salvage the situation.

Especially since he had publicly admitted the calligraphy was his, the evidence was simply a fatal blow.

“Wei Hou, oh Wei Hou, I didn’t expect that you would actually steal from little Ying’s work,” Sheng Qingtang grew even angrier. “And you even stamped your own seal over it, who do you think you are?”

“I didn’t steal it!” Wei Hou’s face turned beet red as he argued, “Someone gave it to me.”

The barrage mocked on Sheng Qingtang’s behalf.

[Give up, someone gives it to you, and you just take it, thinking your face is that big?]

[Let’s investigate this Wei Hou and his students, I guess there’s quite a few incidents.]

[Right, where are the few who were hyping up Wei Hou earlier? Too ashamed to show up now? Wei Hou isn’t just anyone, he’s a shameless piece of trash.]

[Is Wei Hou as amazing as this female high school student? Have you keyboard warriors seen the calligraphy she wrote?]

“Get out!” Sheng Qingtang didn’t want to hear another word from Wei Hou, “Stop disturbing the city’s appearances here.”

Two staff members again helped Wei Hou down.

“The rest of you, continue,” Sheng Qingtang still fuming, “I’m going to grab a melon to cool off.”

The Chairman of the Shanghai Art Association quickly said, “I’ll take you to the resting area.”

But just a few steps away, Sheng Qingtang stormed back, furious again: “This piece of calligraphy, I’m taking it, no one else think of touching it.”

Audience: “…”

They wouldn’t dare to touch it anyway.

Ying Zijin yawned and turned to go back to her seat.

Having just sat down, she looked up to see Xiu Yu and a group of his lackeys standing at a respectful distance away.

“…”

With a slight raise of her eyebrows and a soft voice tinged with amusement, Ying Zijin said, “Don’t be afraid.”

“Afraid, very afraid,” Xiu Yu wrapped his school uniform tighter, “Daddy Ying, you are seriously fierce, I can’t help but admire you.”

It has to be said, her mental fortitude was really strong.

Moreover, she even suspected that Daddy Ying had set a trap specifically, waiting for someone to fall into it.

And then Wei Hou had done exactly that.

“So, that piece of calligraphy was also yours?” Jiang Ran turned his head. “How did it end up in Wei Hou’s hands?”

Ying Zijin put on her baseball cap again, covering half her face and exposing only her chin: “Who knows.”

“We need to investigate this thoroughly,” Jiang Ran snorted coldly, “I would like to see—”

Xiu Yu picked up where he left off: “Who has dared to mess with our Daddy.”

Jiang Ran: “…”

God damn ‘our Daddy.’

It’s as if he had married into the family.

**

After the commotion, the opening ceremony finally began.

Outside the school gates, Zhong Manhua also arrived.

She got out of the car, still so angry she was dizzy, nearly bumping into a tree.

It was only the quick reflexes of the butler that saved her: “Madam, be careful.”

Zhong Manhua took a moment to compose herself: “When does the opening ceremony end?”