Jiu Min, if you are asked to take care of the baby, will you show off in the entertainment industry?

Chapter 205 Murderer!
Mr. Xue is a great master in the painting world. Of course, anyone who can become his apprentice cannot be a small character.

"Tang Zhaochuan, I remember him too! What a pity. I heard that he fell into despair after his girlfriend died. I wonder how he is doing now?"

“Looking at it now, this work does look like his style!”

"Sang Chi just mentioned the murderer. Could it be that something unexpected happened to him?"

The most excited person was Mr. Xue.

The old man suddenly heard the news about his beloved disciple and shed tears before he could say a word.

"Mr. Xue has been asking for news about his apprentice these years. If something unexpected happens, I don't know how to feel sad."

Mrs. Fu supported Mr. Xue's trembling body and said, "Mr. Xue, the matter is not clear yet, please don't get too excited."

"No, this is Zhaochuan's signature, I won't admit it!"

He said to Sang Chi: "Please tell me, what happened to Zhaochuan? Why did his painting become someone else's? You must know the truth, right?"

Everyone was aware of it and already guessed what she was referring to.

"These are Jiang Siqing's award-winning works abroad."

For this day, not only Jiang Siqing was fully prepared, but Sang Chi was too.

Sang Chi's expression was heavy, "What I just said is true. Although it may be cruel to you, senior, Mr. Tang Zhaochuan passed away abroad a few years ago."

Jiang Siqing's whole body shrank in fear, looking like a mouse exposed to the sun.

"No, I haven't finished my questions yet, I won't leave!"

When he asked this question, Mr. Xue's cloudy eyes stared at Jiang Siqing.

Mr. Xue looked sad, "I just want to know the truth."

It made her shiver several times in a row.

Mrs. Fu wanted to send him to the lounge, but was refused.

When Sang Chi heard this, he drew his fingertips.

The old man was stubborn and no one's words were of any use. Mrs. Fu could only call the doctor in the hospital to wait.

An expert can quickly identify similar styles among several paintings.

Mr. Xue was so stimulated that he almost fainted.

Several works as good as "Devils" appeared on the big screen.

Mr. Xue: "Why did he die? Why did his paintings become the works of others?"

Mr. Xue was excited again, "They are all Zhaochuan's paintings! These should be Zhaochuan's honor!"

Reminder: "Last message, I hope everyone is mentally prepared."

When he reached the last work, Sang Chi paused with his fingertips.

Jiang Siqing wanted to say something else, but Mrs. Fu winked at the staff member next to her, who calmly stood in front of Jiang Siqing to prevent her from causing trouble.

She pulled out the information she had found previously from her phone and projected it on the big screen.

A foreign report appeared on the screen.

It's about a man committing suicide in a house.

The article is not long, with a picture of the scene, only mentions his suicide method, and calls on everyone to cherish life.

The reason why he committed suicide was not mentioned at all.

Jiang Siqing, who was hiding behind Fu Mingting, was so frightened that her teeth chattered.

She didn't even understand why Sang Chi knew such hidden information? Because Tang Zhaochuan undoubtedly committed suicide and he was a foreigner, the local police did not want to cause trouble and concluded the case hastily as a mentally disturbed homeless man committed suicide.

Almost no one would associate a homeless man with the glamorous Miss Jiang.

That's why she always felt that everything was safe and used his works to make a name for herself without any worries.

Mr. Xue's voice was hoarse: "Poor Zhaochuan must have chosen to commit suicide because he knew that his work was stolen and found that there was no way to recover it! No, this is not suicide, he was killed by a shameless thief!"

I don't know where he got the strength, but he broke free from Mrs. Fu's hand and rushed in the direction of Jiang Siqing, "Murderer! How can a person like you have the nerve to appear here? You should be locked up in prison. Yes! I’m going to take you to the police station!”

Jiang Siqing exclaimed and hugged Fu Mingting's waist tightly from behind, "Mingting, help me..."

Others also criticized her.

"I have never seen someone as shameless as you. He stole other people's works and caused people to commit suicide. He didn't feel any guilt at all and dared to do it again."

"Why do you have the nerve to say on stage that all those honors are yours?"

Even Mrs. Fu scolded: "Ming Ting, go away. She has done something wrong and will bear the consequences. Do you still want to continue to favor her?"

Fu Mingting could feel the hands on his waist tightening.

His mind is confused.

Jiang Siqing's behavior completely subverted his previous understanding of her.

What if these paintings were not painted by her? Isn't it a big lie that she said she gave up the art path because of his injury?

He subconsciously went to see Sang Chi.

But Sang Chi was talking to Song Zhun and didn't notice him at all.

Jiang Siqing's voice behind her was choked with sobs, "Ming Ting, I have my own reasons. Trust me. You are the only one I have. Don't abandon me, okay?"

Fu Mingting took a deep breath and blocked Mr. Xue.

"This matter is my girlfriend's fault. As her boyfriend, I have no shirking responsibility. I hope everyone can give her a chance to change her ways for my sake. In addition, I will also give it to Mr. Tang. Financial compensation to the family.”

Mr. Xue was furious, "The people in Zhaochuan are already dead, what's the point of asking for compensation from you? I really didn't expect that the heir to the Fu family would be a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong. I guess I misjudged you. We will talk about it in the future No need to invite me to participate again!”

The thin old man waved away everyone's support and strode towards the door.

Mrs. Fu stepped forward and slapped Fu Mingting.

"Take your trash and get away from me right now!"

She was obviously very angry. She put her palms on her chest and breathed in fresh air.

Fu Mingting was worried that she was so angry that he wanted to step forward to check on her, but was scolded all over again.

Qiu Ajin: "Four Young Master, if you really care about my wife, you should cut off the relationship with the culprit."

Jiang Siqing now only has Fu Mingting as a life-saving straw. How can she be willing to let go?
"Ming Ting, you won't leave me alone, right?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Fu Mingting's eyes.

Song Zhun: "Tsk, Fu Si is still a lover. Even in this situation, he still insists on leaving Jiang Siqing. Who dares to say that this is not true love?"

Sang Chi: "If true love is based on the dignity and bones of others, then this true love is really dirty."

Fu Mingting seemed to be aware of it and looked at Sang Chi. He saw the sarcasm in her eyes, his throat tightened, and he grabbed Jiang Siqing's hand and pulled her out of the exhibition hall.

Wang Tianqi was watching this scene upstairs and asked the person on the other end of the Bluetooth headset: "With everything going on downstairs, can I still succeed in what I did today?"

The other end replied: "Don't worry, although there was an accident, the Fu family wants to lose face, so the banquet will only be more lively."

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