Chapter 431: This kind of beauty is enough to rank in the top 3

"I don't know why these bumpkin things are being exhibited."

"Isn't it just Monet's Impressionist paintings? This is already ancient, really boring."

"My baby's things are still better..."

Zhang Lingyue and Chen Qingyue walked out gracefully, grumbling non-stop.

Apparently, they had just seen the works of Yan Churan that were being taken down, and after comparing them, they felt Chen Qingyue's were superior. The two were all over each other, which made Zheng Qian cringe; it was truly a case of a girl willing to spend money on another girl.

But thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

Being played with by a girl versus being played with by an old man felt completely different.

At this moment, Wei Rusi couldn't stand it anymore.

She walked forward with a cold expression.

"Oh? You don't even understand the Post-Impressionist style, which is currently the most popular in the Western world, yet you dare to talk about Monet? If you can't even understand this, I think you shouldn't be holding any art exhibition, aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"

It must be said that Wei Rusi's aura was still very powerful.

Not only that, but her outfit today was truly a mix of sweetness and absolute dominance.

Different from her usual attire, Wei Rusi was actually very eye-catching today.

She wore a camisole as an inner layer, covered by a very sheer summer shirt. It was very loose, with just the bottom sides tied up, revealing a flat and delicate abdomen without an ounce of fat, smooth, fair, and supple, as if it could be broken by a touch.

Below, she wore a very form-fitting, tight short skirt, and from the back, it looked even more round and perky.

Most worth mentioning were her long legs.

Even Zheng Qian, who had seen all kinds of beauties, had to admit it.

Wei Rusi's legs definitely ranked in the Top 3 among everyone he had ever seen.

They were truly too straight, without a trace of excess fat, tight, round, and fair. Those long, slender curves were like two tunnels capable of traversing time, leading us into a dreamlike world.

Not to mention those incredibly [killer] bare feet and high heels.

They were incomparably crystal clear; if one word could describe them, it would be—food-grade.

They were an absolutely standard size 36-37 length, with neat and petite toes, standard shape, and no deformation from long-term high heel wear. The nails were round and glossy, painted with cute petals.

The arch was beyond reproach, like a crescent moon, elegant and charming. Every time she took a step, the tips of her feet curled gently, as if leaving a trace of a dancer in the air. The lines were smooth and soft, exuding a mysterious charm.

In fact, when Zheng Qian first saw Wei Rusi today, he had already felt stunned.

It was just that, hindered by the presence of Su Yuanshuang beside him, he didn't dare to let his gaze linger too long.

This was a huge contrast to her usual attire; previously, her style was always very business-like. Today, this unprecedented mysterious sweetness gave people an extremely special feeling.

However!

When Wei Rusi appeared like this in front of Zhang Lingyue and Chen Qingyue, the effect was completely different.

Huh?

Zhang Lingyue immediately smelled something different.

She... seems to be... the same as me? And her figure is even better, she's prettier, and she's so aggressive? How come I've never seen such a top-tier beauty in Shanghu before?

She had attended many gatherings before, and those people paled in comparison to her.

Even... for a moment, Zhang Lingyue felt like she was about to be turned.

Chen Qingyue felt her heart racing even more, not daring to look up at Wei Rusi at all. She could only keep her head down, even subconsciously letting go of Zhang Lingyue's hand, but after thinking for a moment, she held it tightly again.

Well, after all, she was very rich and had given her a lot.

"Hehe, I admit I don't understand any Post-Impressionism, and I'm not interested in art. But I know general social laws; her works have been ignored for several days, and no one is deliberately smearing her, doesn't that just prove she's not good enough?"

"If it were really good enough, I'm afraid people would have been fighting over it by now, right?"

Zhang Lingyue tightly wrapped her arm around Chen Qingyue's slender waist, lit a cigarette, and said with a sneer.

At first glance, this statement seemed correct. But in reality, there was still a problem.

"What you're saying is no different from farting."

Wei Rusi narrowed her eyes into slits and mocked disdainfully, "Were Van Gogh's works from his peak period collected by the Louvre? What about Monet? Picasso? Oh, he was indeed the first painter to see his work enter the Louvre while alive, but... how many years later was that? Who is born being recognized by others?"

It must be said that the way Wei Rusi stood up for Yan Churan was truly handsome. Even Su Yuanshuang couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Zhang Lingyue waved her hand and said indifferently, "You're right, perhaps she is an unrecognized painter with heaven-defying potential. But you should also admit that there are more people who are destined to be mediocre, right? You can't guarantee that everyone who holds an art exhibition here is a genius, right? What if she is the one with the least achievement?"

In fact, Zhang Lingyue originally didn't have the heart to speak about Yan Churan like that. After all, she looked too pure and too beautiful. But this Wei Rusi appeared somewhat aggressive, and by standing up for Yan Churan, it was very likely that there was something between the two, which made people very jealous. Not only that, but even Chen Qingyue seemed to be moved! How could this be allowed?

"You're right, but you didn't hit the point."

Just at this moment, Zheng Qian put down his phone and walked over, saying with a smile, "Sorry, you two, while your works haven't been delivered yet, you can tell the workers not to bother, because this place is no longer welcoming you."

Huh???

"Who are you?"

"What are you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Lingyue's emotions flared up instantly. She didn't dare to use too harsh language towards Wei Rusi, but she didn't mince her words with Zheng Qian.

Wei Rusi instantly glared coldly, furious in her heart, and raised her hand, wanting to slap her. Even Su Yuanshuang couldn't take it anymore; at this moment, she finally remembered her status as the eldest daughter of Subei, and when had she ever let the people around her suffer such grievances?

But before the two of them could make a move, Zheng Qian stopped them. He wasn't even angry. After all, the person opposite was a woman, and he was not someone who liked to hit women.

He lit a cigarette against the wind and nodded to the manager nearby, "Your boss should be calling you very soon, pay close attention to his instructions. Also, I'll tell you an unfortunate thing: you are being fired."

Manager: ?????

[Beep—] The phone rang, and it was indeed the boss.

[Stop the workers immediately! Do not take out Ms. Yan Churan's things, absolutely not! If there is even a little damage, you can wait to be dealt with! Also... you are fired!]