Rebirth: The Fake Young Lady Is A Real Young Lady Chapter 325 - 325 Lin Lu

Chapter 325 - 325 Lin Lu

325 Lin Lu

When Xia Huang saw an elegant woman in the crowd, she immediately tidied up her appearance and clothes before going forward to welcome her.

Seeing Xia Huang’s move, Jiang Xue quickly took a few deep breaths and followed her with a smile.

“Aunt Xue, you’re here,” said Xia Ling while pulling Xue Liu’s arm affectionately.

Xue Liu discreetly distanced herself from Xia Huang and then smiled affectionately, “Oh, it’s Xia Huang! Long time no see. You’re getting prettier and prettier.”

“Aunt Xue, you’re complimenting me again. I’m shy.” Xia Ling smiled.

Jiang Xue saw how close Xia Huang and Xue Liu were and immediately went up to greet Xue Liu. “h.e.l.lo, Aunt Xue!”

Seeing Jiang Xue’s unfamiliar face, Xue Liu asked in confusion, “This is?”

Xia Huang didn’t want to introduce Jiang Xue to Xue Liu, but she didn’t expect that Jiang Xue, the little b*tch who couldn’t stand loneliness, would dare to come to Xue Liu herself.

“A relative,” said Xia Ling vaguely.

Jiang Xue seized the opportunity and immediately introduced herself. “Aunt Xue, my name is Jiang Xue. My mother is Xia Chun. I’m the granddaughter of Xia Nan and Bai Yu.”

Granddaughter? Xue Liu sized up Jiang Xue.

Xia Nan and Bai Yu only had two daughters. The eldest was Xia Chun, and the second was Xia Fen.

Xue Liu had heard that the eldest, Xia Chun, had been raised as the heir of the family since she was young. Later for some unknown reason, there was no more news of her. Then the Xia family was managed by the second daughter, Xia Fen.

However, this had nothing to do with her. Xue Liu only nodded at Jiang Xue and continued to move forward.

Jiang Xue had been ignored, but she didn’t get angry. She had done her homework before coming. Xue Liu’s personality was relatively cold, and she always had a cold expression on her face.

It was inevitable that people with a bit of fame in the cultural circle would think a little too highly of themselves.

When Xia Huang walked past Jiang Xue, she sneered in Jiang Xue’s ear. “An idiot who doesn’t know her place. Who do you think you’re? You don’t know your status!”

Jiang Xue looked at Xia Huang who left with Xue Liu after she finished speaking, and a dark light flashed in her eyes. Her status was not determined by Xia Huang.

Jiang Xue sorted out her emotions and quickly caught up with the team.

Her grandfather had said that Xue Liu would be recruiting a disciple among the younger generation that she had high hopes. She would not miss such a good opportunity to improve her reputation.

People came and went into the art gallery, and Xia Huang followed Xue Liu step by step. As long as she became Xue Liu’s disciple today, her family’s art gallery would have some more value.

Xue Liu felt that it was not bad to have a thoughtful junior beside her.

Suddenly, Xue Liu’s eyes were caught by a painting. She said to the person beside him, “Isn’t this Lin Lu’s ink-wash painting- Wild Rose Garden? I always thought that it had disappeared with Lin Lu. How did it end up with you?”

The man covered his face and laughed. “My grandfather borrowed it to display here. I heard that my grandfather took advantage of his seniority and borrowed it from Lin Lu with great difficulty.”

Xue Liu looked at the painting in front of her and couldn’t help but think of the high-spirited little girl who had competed with her in painting eighteen years ago.

She was 10 years younger than her, but her skilled and innovative drawing skills made her admit defeat.

So many years pa.s.sed, and Xue Liu had always wanted to find Lin Lu to compete with her again. It turned out that the person had disappeared, and it was quite a pity.

Jiang Xue’s eyes followed Xue Liu’s line of sight. It was a painting of a dark rose garden. For some reason, Jiang Xue felt that the painting was very familiar as if she had seen a similar painting before.

‘Maybe Lu Shan likes to copy some paintings, so she might have drawn them before,’ Jiang Xue thought to herself.

Jiang Xue suddenly looked disgusted. Why did she suddenly think of Lu Shan? How could Lu Shan, an amateur painter, compare with these great artists?

Jiang Xue still remembered that when she was very young, Lu Shan always forced her to draw. She even made her use a brush to draw an ink-wash painting, which annoyed her greatly.

When Jiang Xue was about nine years old, she had an argument with Lu Shan over the matter of painting. Since then, Lu Shan respected Jiang Xue’s hobby and stopped forcing her to learn to paint.

In fact, it wasn’t that Jiang Xue didn’t want to learn, but those students were taught by famous teachers in large inst.i.tutions. On the other hand, she was taught by a peasant woman at home. How could she compare to those formal students?

In that case, Jiang Xue might as well not learn it, lest she embarra.s.sed herself.