Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Shang Jing frowned and replied respectfully, âMr. Liang, the artistic conception of this piece is not something that a 20-year-old girl can achieve. Coincidentally, I heard that Mr. Yi lost a piece of calligraphy, so I took this piece of calligraphy to ask Mr. Yi. Itâs indeed the piece he lost, but I donât know how it ended up in Teacher Qiaoâs hands. This is enough to prove that she stole Mr. Yiâs work!â
âHehâ¦â Liang Pingchuan sneered. âJust because Yi Cang said that his work is his, does it mean itâs his? Didnât Teacher Qiao produce an even more perfect piece? She has already proven herself with her ability. Thereâs no need for her to steal Yi Cangâs work. â
Shang Jingâs expression was a little gloomy, then he frowned and said, âMr. Liang, the calligraphy piece that Teacher Qiao wrote on the spot is a copy of Mr. Yiâs work. It can only mean that sheâs indeed talented, but sheâs just a 20-year-old girl. How could she have written such a perfect piece?â
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Pingchuan slammed the table. âItâs all nonsense!â
He looked at Yi Cang coldly and said in a serious tone, âYi Cang, is this piece really yours?â
Yi Cang was so scared that his entire body trembled. He really did not understand why Liang Pingchuan was angry. Could it be that this calligraphy piece was personally written by Liang Pingchuan? If that were the case, he would be in trouble.
However, when he took a closer look, the basics of this painting were not good enough. Liang Pingchuan had written calligraphy for his entire life, so it was impossible for it to be his handwriting. Moreover, the style was very different. It was fine as long as it was not Liang Pingchuanâs work. Even if he refused to admit it, Qiao Xi could not do anything to him.
Yi Cang pretended to be calm. âItâs mine!â
Even though Liang Pingchuan had a noble identity, he could not determine that this was not his work with just one sentence.
Liang Pingchuan gritted his teeth. It seemed that Yi Cang had predicted that they would not have any evidence and was prepared to deny it. He sneered. Did Yi Cang really think that he could not do anything to him?
Seeing Liang Pingchuanâs angry look, Shang Jing was afraid that he would be implicated. He hurriedly said in a low voice, âMr. Liang, today is the calligraphy competition. Why donât we hold the competition first? We can settle the matter of cheating laterâ¦â
âShut up!â
Liang Pingchuan berated, his eyes filled with anger. âDo you have the right to speak here? Cheating is no small matter. How can we start the competition if we donât investigate clearly?â
In everyoneâs eyes, Liang Pingchuan had always been gentle. They had never seen him flare up in public. Shang Jing was so scared that he lowered his head and did not dare to say another word.
Yi Cang was slightly unhappy in his heart. Hearing that Liang Pingchuan wanted to protect Qiao Xi, he hurriedly said, âMr. Liang, youâre a senior in the art world. We should respect your wishes, but today is Li City Universityâs calligraphy competition. We canât delay everyoneâs matters because of Qiao Xiâs cheating. If you insist on supporting Teacher Qiao, thenâ¦â
âThatâs right! I want to support Qiao Xi!â
Liang Pingchuan interrupted Yi Cang coldly and said in an icy-cold tone, âLet me tell you, this calligraphy piece was written by Qiao Xi half a year ago. I saw it with my own eyes. How did it suddenly become yours?â
He waved his hand, and his assistant went forward with his phone. He played a video and projected it onto the big screen. He said loudly, âMiss Qiao rarely practices calligraphy, so the last time she wrote, our master instructed me to record it.â
In the video, Liang Pingchuan was leaning against the couch and lazily watching the girl in front of the wooden table waving her brush and ink. The girl frowned, but she quickly completed a calligraphy piece and handed it to Liang Pingchuan with a smile.
Liang Pingchuan took the calligraphy piece and sized it up. Then, he shook his head helplessly. âItâs still not good. You really donât have any talent.â
The video was short, but the content was very clear. The girl in the video was Qiao Xi, and the calligraphy piece in her hand was the work submitted to the competition!
The art hall was eerily quiet. Yi Cang was stunned on the spot. He felt a dull pain in his temple as if he had been hit hard. His mind was a mess.
Lu Muxue gasped and stood up abruptly. Her body swayed, and her vision darkened. She hurriedly supported herself on the chair and finally stabilized herself.
Qiao Xi knew Liang Pingchuan? Moreover, this calligraphy piece was completed half a year ago?
This was impossible!
Her breathing gradually quickened, and her chest heaved. She could not accept this fact.
After a long time, the scene instantly became noisy.
âOh my God! Whatâs going on? Qiao Xi actually knows Mr. Liang Pingchuan?â
âDo you see that wooden table? Although it looks very ordinary, itâs made of priceless ancient wood. Mr. Liang introduced it in an interview previously. Thatâs his study, and outsiders arenât allowed to enter.â