Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (68)

Zhang Ruohan's hand, which had been about to smash the bowl, paused. After a moment of silence, he said, "You went to see her?"

"Heh, that's right. I went to see her."

Thinking of Su Qiao, who had grown even more beautiful and radiant, Lin Qiuchi's lips twisted into a bitter smile.

"She's living so well now. She has money, power, and status, and many talented young men from prominent families want to marry her. I heard she's even holding an art exhibition tomorrow."

A faint flicker passed through Zhang Ruohan's eyes. "An art exhibition?"

Lin Qiuchi hated this side of him more than anything.

As long as she told him news about Su Qiao, as long as she mentioned anything about Su Qiao, he would become quiet and well-behaved, like a normal person.

A deep flash of jealousy and hatred crossed her eyes, and Lin Qiuchi sneered incessantly. "What? You want to go?"

"Too bad. Even if you went, it would be useless. She can only belong to your elder brother. She could never be yours!"

Zhang Ruohan picked up the bowl beside him and hurled it at her. "Shut up!"

*

Su Qiao had no idea what kind of life those two were living now, and she could not be bothered to care.

In any case, she had done everything that needed to be done and taken all the revenge she needed to take.

The next day, her first solo art exhibition opened at the Art Exhibition Center.

Because she was now extremely famous, quite a few people came.

There were students, professors, people interested in painting, foreigners, and young heirs from several prominent families. Even many influential figures in literary circles had come.

Although Su Qiao was very famous, few people had ever seen her true appearance.