Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 38 She is the pitiful "Chu Chu"

It was past ten o'clock in the evening after Wen Jiusi sent Jiang Chuchu home. Watching Jiang Chuchu enter the gate, Wen Jiusi restarted the car, and when he looked back, he unconsciously landed on a certain point inside the door.

On the groove of the car door next to the co-pilot's seat, there was a bottle of mineral water, which Jiang Chuchu took a sip after she put down the phone just now.

He bent down and took the bottle of mineral water in his hand, and there was still a faint trace of lipstick on the bottle cap.He tentatively touched it with his fingertips, so even his fingers were stained with rouge.

Wen Jiusi's eyes darkened slightly, and she stared at her fingertips for two or three minutes before sighing heavily and putting the bottle of water back where it was.

Maybe it's because tonight's dinner and the person who was having dinner with her are too appetizing. Even when she returns home, facing Jiang Fusheng and Jiang Shuyuan's sarcastic remarks, Jiang Chuchu can still go in her left ear and out her right ear.

After washing, Jiang Chuchu lay on the bed. Within a few seconds, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, she sat up and looked towards the window.

The easel by the window was empty, and her half-finished oil painting of a portrait of a girl was gone.

She took a few deep breaths, but she still couldn't hold back, and quickly got off the ground without even wearing shoes, stepped on the cold floor, and slammed the door out.

The Jiang family all lived on the second floor, but only Jiang Chuchu's room was on the west side, separated from everyone by the stairs.

She smashed open Jiang Mingzhu's door with a wooden face.

"Where is my painting, Jiang Mingzhu, can you show me some face!"

Jiang Mingzhu glanced elsewhere, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Jiang Chuchu said mockingly, "Again and again, you really don't know when enough is enough, do you want me to teach you?"

Jiang Mingzhu's face froze and she was about to close the door, but Jiang Chuchu resisted, and the two of them exerted force on each other, but Jiang Mingzhu lost her strength.The arm hit the door, and a shallow mark was drawn on the corner of the guard.

The loud noise of arguing attracted onlookers, and the servants downstairs carefully hid themselves. When Jiang Shuyuan opened the door, she saw Jiang Mingzhu holding the door frame in a precarious state.

Jiang Shuyuan didn't even ask any more questions, she rushed over with curses and yells, like a beast protecting a calf, full of maternal brilliance, she raised her hand high, as if she wanted to slap Jiang Chuchu hard on the face , but with some scruples, he endured it abruptly.

Sometimes, even Jiang Chuchu finds it unbelievable. With Jiang Shuyuan and Jiang Fusheng's dislike for her and their hot temper, she has never been beaten, scolded or abused since she was a teenager. He looks like a plague god, but he is far away and disgusted.

Jiang Chuchu smiled sarcastically, she looked up at Jiang Shuyuan, her voice was very soft, "She is your daughter, am I not?"

After shedding the camouflage under the daylight, Jiang Shuyuan looked into her eyes as if looking at some enemy, she said to her in a strange tone.

"Jiang Chuchu, in your life, don't try to achieve something in painting. If you want to be famous, go ahead and dream."

Strange to say, Jiang Fusheng and Jiang Shuyuan's dislike of her seems to be innate.

She heard this once when she was ten years old.

At that time, the summer was overcast, and she was full of anticipation. She gave Jiang Shuyuan an oil painting, but she received no compliments, only disgusted eyes.Later, she saw the painting again in a news interview, but the person holding the painting became Jiang Mingzhu.

In the thick and colorful summer starry sky, a full moon hangs high in the middle, and a girl with a blurred face holds evening primroses and looks up at the moon. She can't see her facial features clearly, but she can make people feel that the full moon is as bright as a pearl. He made a big fuss about this, and praised Jiang Mingzhu for incorporating his own name into the painting—a pair of "Moon Night", which won an international award. Cheng Jiang Mingzhu also became the only Chinese artist in the more than [-] years since the award was established. The winner is also the youngest winner.

With such an honor, she is also a girl from an aristocratic family with a flawed background. From this moment on, the two gradually draw a line between them.

It was that day that Jiang Chuchu completely understood the difference between the two.

She Jiang Chuchu is the pitiful "Chuchu", and Jiang Mingzhu is the "Pearl" of the apple of the eye.

I just don't know how long this pearl with a false name will shine.

(End of this chapter)