Get a divorce! Do you really think I'm a toad?

Chu Yuxuan hurriedly turned around and saw a graceful woman wearing a cheongsam. Her hair was wavy and her figure was even more wavy. Her temperament was very much like that of a warlord's wife during the Republic of China. Nowadays, it would be more appropriate to call her a wealthy young woman.

"Did you draw it?" Chu Yuxuan asked.

The young woman did not respond, looked at Chu Yuxuan from top to bottom, leaned against the railing with her arms folded, and said with a smile: "I am a waiter, how can I be of this level?... It's your turn to answer me, do you understand?"

Chu Yuxuan recalled that when he went down from the third floor to the first floor, the waiters he met were all wearing various cheongsams, and they all looked good and had good temperament. He had no doubts about the identity of the woman in front of him.

If he knew that the seemingly ordinary traditional cheongsam worn by the woman was worth 1.2 million, he would not dare not doubt it.

Chu Yuxuan looked at the ink painting. According to his temperament, he should not pay attention to this waiter who appeared out of nowhere, but he was bored enough at the moment, so he replied: "I know a little bit."

"Oh?" The woman raised her chin slightly and said, "Tell me, what do you think of this painting after you have seen it for so long?"

Chu Yuxuan smiled miserably: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Nonsense...you don't know how to pretend to understand, do you?"

Chu Yuxuan glanced at her, then looked at the painting again, and said: "The key to painting is 'the intention comes first,' but this painting is 'the intention comes later'. Although the strokes are beautiful, they are lackluster and powerless." Although it is good, it can only be limited to imitating cats and tigers... Generally speaking, this painting makes me feel like a beautiful girl with big smart eyes. Tell me, does it look good?"

The woman bit her lower lip and her expression became a little darker: "So worthless? Can't you see anything else?"

Chu Yuxuan smiled slightly: "Since ancient times, we have been happy orchids and worried about bamboos. Who would paint bamboos if they are not seriously ill? Furthermore, in the painting, in order to show the desolation of the evening breeze, the bamboo leaves were messy everywhere. I think the person who painted them must have been upset at the time. Be confused."

The woman's red lips were slightly opened, and she looked at Chu Yuxuan with a little surprise. Her eyelids trembled slightly for a while, then she turned around and strode away.

Chu Yuxuan thought she was busy and didn't care.

And when he was about to leave, the woman came back again, still holding pen and ink in her hand, and raised her lips and said: "I see you know a lot, why don't you add a few more pens so that I can learn more?"

Chu Yuxuan felt a little baffled and asked again tentatively: "Did you paint this painting?"

The woman hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly.

Chu Yuxuan immediately felt that something was wrong. How could a waiter have free time to draw?

"who are you?"

The woman seemed a little displeased: "What? The waiter is not qualified to write or draw? Hey, a big man, can you stop chirping? Show your hands."

Chu Yuxuan did not respond and looked at her thoughtfully.

The woman is about the same age as him, and her looks, temperament, and figure are all top-notch. She is not far behind compared to female celebrities. How could she be an ordinary waiter? I didn't take a closer look just now, so I made a conclusion based on just wearing a cheongsam, which was a bit careless.

"Didn't you say you were working hard just now? Why, it's just lip service?"

Chu Yuxuan thought about it and realized that no one's background should be underestimated in a place like this. Since he had offended first, there was no reason to push back. He took the pen, thought about it for a moment, and wrote the word "quiet".

The woman looked at the word "quiet", the regular Wei stele style, and her profound calligraphy skills were fully revealed. She didn't expect that this arrogant-looking young man could have such good calligraphy!

There is a saying, in today's fast food era, there are very few people who can calm down and think about writing. Who cares if you are the top ten Chinese quintessences? Many young people even regard it as the dross of history and culture, which is really sad and pitiful.

And how many of those rich or powerful people whose offices are filled with calligraphy and paintings and the Four Treasures are just arty and showy?

"The writing is vigorous, the spirit is greater than the form, it is a rare good calligraphy... Such a miserable and messy painting, you mention the word 'quiet'? The artistic conception is also unique." The woman couldn't help but praise and said: "This' Is the word "Jing" given to me?"

Chu Yuxuan joked: "In your painting, I can't take it away even if I want to."

The woman smiled even more, stared at Chu Yuxuan for a moment, and said either sincerely or casually: "Thank you."

Chu Yuxuan nodded with a smile and returned the brush. By coincidence, Chu Zhiqing called and said he was ready to leave, so he answered the phone and walked to the front desk of the lobby on the first floor.

Not long after, Chu Zhiqing also went down to the first floor, holding two letters of recommendation in his hand, and handed them to a charming woman who looked like a manager at the front desk.

"Son, I'll get you a membership card. From now on, you can come to the Red Mansion as you please." Chu Zhiqing chuckled.

Chu Yuxuan didn't say anything. Naturally, he wouldn't come to this kind of place often, but having something like a membership card is better than nothing. What if it comes in handy?

At this moment, the woman who had just been discussing pen and ink with him on the balcony walked into the front desk in a swagger. The staff at the front desk all treated her with respect. Apparently she was a leader in the Red Building?

"Chu Yuxuan, my name is Situ Jingyao, thank you for the message you sent me today!" The woman smiled charmingly and threw a red card: "Here, this membership card counts as a return gift, giggle...Chu Yuxuan , I remember you, if you have time, come to the Red Mansion and teach me how to write."

Chu Yuxuan took the red card without even looking at it. Instead, he stared straight at Situ Jingyao and asked, "How do you know my name?"

Situ Jingyao smiled strangely: "Is there anyone in Jiangcheng who doesn't know about you, a playboy who is a groom every night? Giggle..."

Chu Yuxuan was a little speechless, but he felt that this woman was not a good person, so it was better not to have any social interactions in the future. He raised his red card and thanked her, then turned around and walked out.

Chu Zhiqing followed beside him, seemingly in disbelief, and snatched the red card from his son's hand, then looked at his black card, and muttered: "This red card is the highest-level membership card of the Red House. I They are all black cards... Son, that Situ Jingyao is the general manager of the Red Mansion, with an unfathomable background. I think she seems to be interested in you. You might as well go deeper... and get to know her better? If you can get her, appoint her. I can help you a lot.”

Chu Yuxuan said angrily: "You are good at this, you can go on your own...be careful not to die under your pomegranate skirt!"

Chu Zhiqing smiled and did not respond.

Watching the two men walk out of the red building gate, Situ Jingyao leaned over the front desk, resting her chin on her hands, smiling quietly and sweetly.

At this moment, a young man in a neat suit came down the stairs, walked leisurely to the front desk, looked at Situ Jingyao for a moment, and said, "Are you in Sichun?"

Situ Jingyao immediately darkened her face: "Get out!"

Man: "Hey... I saw you and him flirting on the balcony."

Situ Jingyao: "It's none of your business if I sleep with him. Get away, don't let me get upset by watching you!"