Rebirth of the Real Daughter: The Max Level Boss is a White Lotus

Zhou Feifei took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She knew that her words and actions just now were indeed a bit extreme.

But she couldn't accept that the work she had created with all her heart was denied like this.

She looked at Chairman Lan and said word by word, "I am not questioning the professionalism of the judges. I just want to know, what is wrong with my work?"

"I hope the judges can give me a reasonable explanation instead of just using some empty words to brush me off."

Her tone was firm and sincere, and her eyes were full of pursuit and desire for art.

Chairman Lan was silent for a moment, seemingly moved by Zhou Feifei's sincerity.

He put down the score sheet in his hand, looked at Zhou Feifei, and said slowly: "Your work is indeed very outstanding, with skillful techniques and perfect emotional expression."

“But it lacks a certain punch, a power that can touch people’s hearts.”

"Your works are too focused on perfection and technique, but you have neglected the most essential thing in art - emotion."

“Art is the expression of emotion and the transmission of ideas.”

“I hope you can understand that skills are just tools, and emotions are the soul.”

Although Chairman Lan's tone was stern, it was full of expectations and encouragement for Zhou Feifei.

Zhou Feifei stared at Chairman Lan in a daze, his words echoing in her mind.

Skills are just tools, emotions are the soul...

She thought what Chairman Lan said was bullshit.

How come she didn't put any emotion into this painting?

She refused to accept the result. She had spent many days and nights preparing for today's painting final.

“So my work is denied just because of the word ‘emotion’?”

This was actually a live broadcast, and many netizens saw Zhou Feifei's doubts and left messages on the barrage.

"Zhou Feifei may have focused too much on technique and neglected the expression of emotions."

“Although Li Xiaoli’s paintings appear chaotic, I can feel the freedom and unfettered emotions.”

“I feel like the mystery guest’s paintings have more depth and are more relatable.”

"Yeah, I think so too. Once you take a look at the mysterious guest's painting, you can't help but want to explore more, as if you can interpret countless stories from it."

The live broadcast room was gradually led astray by the mysterious guest, and the focus was on the mysterious guest and her work.

In fact, compared to Zhou Feifei, Wang Qianer found it even more difficult to accept this result.

She watched her daughter, who had loved painting since she was a child, make great efforts for this competition, but ultimately failed to achieve her wish.

Or maybe she had already secretly conducted appropriate "communication" with the judges of this competition and thought everything was foolproof, but she didn't expect such an accident to happen.

But at this moment, she couldn't show it and could only try her best to calm Zhou Feifei's emotions.

"Feifei, sometimes things are not what we imagine."

Wang Qianer said softly, "Art is subjective, and everyone has a different understanding of beauty. Although you didn't win the championship this time, everyone can see your talent and hard work."

"Besides, you are still young, and there will be many opportunities waiting for you in the future."

Wang Qianer added, "As long as you maintain your love and pursuit of painting, I believe that one day you will stand on a higher stage and show your talent."

Zhou Feifei still wanted to continue arguing.

Then I heard people in the audience expressing their dissatisfaction with her.

"Stop embarrassing yourself. How can a work without emotion move people?"

"If you are not as skilled as others, don't act unreasonably here."

Zhou Feifei's heart sank. She knew that if she continued arguing, it would only lead to more criticism and accusations.

She lowered her head silently, tears welling up in her eyes.

She is not willing to give in, she really is not willing to give in.

Zhou Feifei stumbled out of the venue carrying her heavy dress.

Wang Qianer hurriedly chased after him.

"Where did Lotus go?" Seeing his mother busy chasing Zhou Feifei, Zhou Chengfeng looked around in the audience.

Still no sign of Zhou Lianhua.

"Where did this girl go?" Zhou Chengfeng was puzzled and took out his cell phone to call her.

Zhou Lianhua, who was in the lounge, was changing out of her dress.

Zhou Lianhua breathed a sigh of relief, finally she could take off this gorgeous battle robe.

She walked to the corner of the dressing room and prepared to take off her dress.

Suddenly, the locker room door was pushed open.

Zhou Lianhua turned back suddenly, only to be met with a pair of eyes as deep as the night sky.

"Bai Yu? Why are you here?"

Bai Yu's eyes fell on her fair shoulders, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I'll help you."

Before Zhou Lianhua could react, Bai Yu had already walked up to her, gently stroked her cheek with his slender fingers, and tucked her scattered hair behind her ears.

"Don't move." Bai Yu's voice became even deeper, as if he was suppressing something.

Bai Yu's fingers touched her skin, bringing a tingling electric current that made her tremble slightly.

"Very sensitive?" Bai Yu noticed her strangeness and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I really enjoy your service."

Zhou Lianhua raised the corners of her mouth slightly and looked at him with her beautiful eyes.

Bai Yu's fingers gently slid across her shoulders and slowly moved down along her graceful curve.

His movements were slow and gentle, as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Bai Yu's fingers rested on her waist, and with a light hook, he unzipped her dress.

"Do you want to be here..."

Bai Yu grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"you dare?"

Zhou Lianhua raised her hand and stroked the man's handsome face.

"What am I afraid of?"

He lowered his head, his nose touching hers.

Zhou Lianhua did not dodge and let Bai Yu's thin lips wander on her face.

"Um……"

Their breaths blended together, and his thin lips brushed every inch of her face.

When the dress was taken off, her fair skin glowed an alluring pink under the light.

The man's palm touched her delicate skin.

Warm, soft, tender...

Zhou Lianhua felt as if her body was burned by fire, itchy and numb.

"Don't mess around!"

She blocked his arm with her other hand.

"Heh," Bai Yu chuckled, "You just said I didn't dare."

He would not be here with her...

"This is a public area," she murmured.

"So what?" Bai Yu raised his eyebrows.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

He smiled, kissed her lips, and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't touch you here."

After that, he picked up a T-shirt and said disdainfully, "Are you going to wear this today?"

"Is it not okay? I think it's fine."

She has a well-proportioned figure, and wearing this white shirt, she looks simple and fresh, adding a touch of youthful beauty.

She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, so she could only let Bai Yu control her.

Bai Yu's movements were very gentle, as if he was treating a precious work of art.

His eyes fell on her fair and slender legs, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Zhou Lianhua felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter. She didn't dare to look into Bai Yu's eyes and could only turn her head to the side.