Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

"I'm just checking on Xiaoyu. I saw that the boy liked our Xiaoyu, so I have to find out more about him. Don't you think I'm right, Old Shen?"

"Yes, yes, of course you are right."

Shen Changlong's reputation as a wife slave is not made up out of thin air.

Song Qingyu did not answer these questions directly, but fortunately Jiang Minya did not ask again.

"Song Qingyu, you are still young, don't think about nonsense all day long."

Shen Shian had a sullen face, and every word he spoke was powerful.

For some reason, he just couldn't stand Lin Yixuan, and he was also unhappy from the bottom of his heart about Song Qingyu's relationship.

Song Qingyu pretended not to hear what he said.

After basically going through the exhibition inside and out, Song Qingyu was still waiting to help with the final work, so Shen Changlong and Jiang Minya had to leave first.

"Xiao Yu, go back and rest early after you're done."

"I know, Mom."

After seeing my parents off, I turned around and found that Shen Shian had not left yet. He was standing in front of his two works, wondering what he was thinking about.

Song Qingyu just thought he was bored and picking flaws in his own work, so she ignored him.

This scene happened to be seen by Ning Yueqi who was just blending in the crowd.

"Shi An..."

She originally planned to go up and say hello to Shen Shian, but she found that Shen Shian had been staring at Song Qingyu's work, and seemed to be fascinated by it.

Ning Yueqi felt jealous.

She had just looked at the two paintings and felt they were just average.

Restraining her inner disgust, Ning Yueqi put on her signature smile and walked straight forward to hold Shen Shian's arm.

"Brother Shian, this is Xiaoyu's work, it's really well drawn."

Feeling someone approaching, Shen Shian came back to his senses and nodded subconsciously.

Ning Yueqi observed his instinctive reaction and became increasingly unhappy.

"Qiqi, when did you come?"

"When I first arrived, I saw my uncle and aunt leaving. It was such a pity that I didn't get to say hello."

In fact, Ning Yueqi had already arrived, but she disguised herself very well and was not discovered by the Shen family and Song Qingyu.

"It doesn't matter. There is still a chance."

Shen Shian noticed Ning Yueqi's slight loss and sadness, and comforted her in time.

"Brother Shian, let's go over there and take a look. I heard it's Mr. Lin's work. I really like his style..."

"it is good."

Shen Shian accompanied Ning Yueqi to visit the art exhibition again.

Lounge.

As soon as Lin Yixuan entered the door, he saw Song Qingyu sitting on the sofa by the window.

"Little Feather."

Song Qingyu turned around and met the visitor's straightforward and frank gaze.

"Senior."

"Xiao Yu, today's exhibition can be held smoothly, thanks to you."

"You're welcome, Senior. I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity to exhibit my work."

She was truly grateful from the bottom of her heart. As a newbie, it was a great honor for her to receive help from friends in the industry.

"By the way, Xiaoyu, I'm here to tell you a good news. Assistant Xu just told me that a customer wants to buy your work."

Lin Yixuan's eyes were filled with excitement and relief.

"really?"

Song Qingyu was very happy when she heard the news.

It is a matter of pride for the creator that his work can be appreciated by others.

It shows that one's abilities have been recognized.

"But the guest has left because he had something else to do. He said that if you are willing, all the subsequent handovers will be communicated to his secretary."

already left?

Song Qingyu felt lost for a moment.

She really wanted to meet the guest who admired her work.

But if we are destined to meet, we will meet again.

"Of course I would, please, Senior."

……

In the Internet age, the speed at which information spreads is unimaginable.

The fact that Song Qingyu's works at Lin Yixuan's private art exhibition were photographed was posted on the campus website shortly after the exhibition ended.

[As expected of my goddess. 】

【The new star of the art festival is rising. 】

【…】

Ning Yueqi was in the restaurant with Shen Shian when she saw this post.

While waiting for the food to be served, assistant Sun Ming came in and delivered a document.

"President, please take a look."

Shen Shian took the document, looked through it, indicated with his eyes that there was no problem, and handed it back.

After receiving it, Sun Ming left tactfully.

Ning Yueqi picked up the orange juice on her right and took a sip. It tasted a bit sour.

When Sun Ming was taking the document just now, she accidentally glanced at it and it seemed to be a contract for the purchase of some work.

Thinking about the post on the campus network she had just seen, she seemed to have discovered something.

Could it be that Shen Shian took the photo of Song Qingyu's work?

With doubt and jealousy, Ning Yueqi began to test.

"Brother Shi An, I just saw Xiao Yu's work was photographed on the campus website. She is so lucky."

Upon hearing this, the other party paused in wiping his hands.

"Yeah."

Just two simple words, with no ups and downs in the tone, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about this topic.

Ning Yueqi had no choice but to give up, but she already had a clear answer in her mind.

"You two, please use it slowly."

By this time all the dishes were served. This was a restaurant they frequented frequently.

Ning Yueqi ate absent-mindedly during the meal.

After dinner, Shen Shian sent Ning Yueqi back to the dormitory.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but on a whim he wandered around the university campus.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the School of Fine Arts.

Because it was the weekend, most of the teaching buildings were dark, with only one studio on the far right of the first floor having its lights on.

Although the curtains were drawn in the studio, the figures inside were clearly visible through the light in the room and the street lamp nearby.

Shen Shian recognized who it was at a glance.

It’s Song Qingyu.

She is still in the studio at this time.

"Hurry up, don't keep Teacher Song waiting too long."

"Come here, wait for me."

Two students passed by Shen Shian, one in front and one behind, and ran towards the teaching building.

Soon, the shadows in the studio began to move, and there were several more.

There were a lot of people around.

More people joined in one after another.

Shen Shian randomly stopped a student and asked him questions.

"Isn't today the weekend? Do you still have classes?"

The boy felt Shen Shian was a little unfamiliar to him and guessed that he was not a student of their college, so it was normal that he didn't know him.

"Yes, there are no classes, but Teacher Song provides free tutoring here every Sunday night. We can go and ask her if we have any questions."

"No more talk, buddy. I'm leaving now."

Without waiting for Shen Shian's reply, the boy rushed to the teaching building with his drawing board on his back, fearing that there would be no seats if he arrived too late.

When Song Qingyu has nothing to do on Sundays, she stays in the studio. Almost all the students at the Academy of Fine Arts know her and sometimes come to ask for advice. After she won the award, there is an endless stream of people coming to ask for advice.

Every Sunday night became the time when Song Qingyu would provide free tutoring to students.

Lin Yixiuan would sometimes come and join her.

Although she was a little tired, she was very happy.