Chapter 731: Strength Slaps the Face, Having a Good Wife (1)

The award ceremony of the design competition held by Beijing University’s art school arrived as scheduled. Last year, Song Fengwan was a new student and had helped behind the scenes. This year, some students called her senior sister.

“Senior Sister, your seat is here. Later, you need to go on stage to accept the award. Someone will bring you up.”

The area where the award-winning students sat was close to the school leaders and sponsors. When Song Fengwan sat down, there was a light stick, a program schedule, and a bottle of mineral water on her seat.

On the back of the program schedule was a promotional picture of the Duan family’s Thousand Treasures Mall.

At this moment, the students were basically seated. The auditorium was bustling with noise. She was looking down at the program flow when she suddenly heard someone call her. “Miss Song.”

She found the voice familiar and looked up to see Jiang Ershao.

He had sponsored the art school’s senior year banquet last time, and he seemed to have sponsored a little in this year’s competition. There were two rows of seats between him and Song Fengwan, and he kept waving at her.

He was wearing a suit today, which was a little out of place with his aura, but he still looked decent.

Song Fengwan smiled at him. Just as he was about to say something, the man beside him pulled him to his seat.

“Big Brother?”

“Many students are watching. You look like a fool. You’re shameless, but I’m not.” The man had already found a seat and sat down.

Jiang Ershao snorted angrily. “Your face is the most valuable.”

“I’m under a lot of pressure bringing a mentally handicapped child out.”

Jiang Ershao was dumbfounded.

You’re the f*cking mentally handicapped one. Your entire family is mentally handicapped! He cursed in his heart and suddenly felt that something was amiss. His entire family mentally handicapped?

The last time he came back from the Jing residence, when he arrived home, he screamed a little crazily. His brother didn’t say anything. The next day, two psychiatrists came to the house and said that they were here to treat him.

F*ck, does my brother think I have a mental problem? He even brought me to a CT scan to check my brain.

“I’m f*cking fine! I’m not sick!” a certain someone shouted wildly.

The man looked at him lightly. “You came back acting crazy yesterday. I thought you were scared silly after going to the Jing residence.”

Jiang Ershao snorted coldly. “You’re just jealous that I have a good big brother now.”

The man smiled helplessly.

But he still didn’t agree for him to be too close to Duan Linbai and the others. In his words, they weren’t in the same circle. It was fine if he followed them to learn some things, but he shouldn’t be too overfamiliar. He should keep a low profile and restrain himself. He shouldn’t go out and show off under someone else’s name either. It would be easy for him to become the target of public criticism.

Jiang Ershao knew this very well. Moreover, most people thought that he and Duan Linbai were just drinking buddies, so no one paid attention to him, this prodigal.

Song Fengwan sat at the back and sized up the Jiang brothers, who were talking with their heads tilted.

The two of them didn’t look alike, and their actions and speech were completely different. The eldest brother of the Jiang family was a businessman, but he didn’t have the aura of a businessman. He looked refined and delicate but also reserved and sharp. He wasn’t someone to be trifled with. Jiang Ershao was more jumpy. No matter how she looked at them, they didn’t look like biological brothers.

While she was in a daze, the school leaders and the judges sat down one after another. Qiao Xiyan had come at the last minute, and his seat was arranged beside the dean of the art school. The two of them turned their heads and were talking about something, looking very familiar.

When Duan Linbai appeared, it naturally caused quite a commotion.

A certain someone was still dressed very flamboyantly like a peacock. Fortunately, he had a lean and handsome face.

But when Tang Jingci entered the venue, the hissing and boos made Qiao Xiyan frown.

Her facial features were cold, but they also had a dazzling sharpness. She was participating in a domestic event today, so she was specially wearing a cheongsam. Her figure was exquisite and slender, and she was like a graceful vase among the judges in their fifties.

The live camera was also capturing everyone’s movements and putting them on the big screen. When the camera landed on Tang Jingci, she was shaking hands with someone. When she raised her hand and casually combed her hair, almost all the art students noticed her hand.

There were no filters or embellishments on the lens. Her fingers were very tender, and even the lines on her knuckles were very light. The skin on the lens was unbelievably thin, as if it could be broken with a touch.

She didn’t look like an artisan at all.

“I heard that many people use the name of an artist. But in fact, they have someone else’s help behind the scenes, and they might not have much real talent.”

“So, even if they show her works today, she might not have done them herself?”

“Who knows? Anyway, her style is completely different from the masters and professors beside her. They’re not the same kind of people.”