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Chapter 112 Tsk, why are you so angry?

Rong Xiu glanced at the clock, used to Jiang Li's punctuality.

I reckon she'll come in right on time, at nine o'clock, not a second more or less.

Just to be on the safe side, Rong Xiu still sent her a message: 【Nine o'clock, don't be late.】

Jiang Li replied quickly: 【Annoying.】

Rong Xiu could almost picture Jiang Li's impatient expression at having to come here.

A hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

As she looked up, her gaze inadvertently swept over a piece of artwork on a table not far away, and she paused.

He got up and walked to the table.

Madam Yu saw Rong Xiu stop in front of the table where Yu Ruoqi's artwork was displayed and put on her glasses.

She couldn't contain her excitement.

He immediately pulled Yu Ruoqi over.

“Teacher.” Madam Yu was also a student in the embroidery training program at Beicheng University, but her grades were just enough to graduate.

She currently has great confidence in Yu Ruoqi's work, introducing it as, "This is Ruoqi's work."

Rong Xiu didn't speak, but carefully examined the embroidery.

Feng Yi returned from the restroom at this moment.

Madam Feng pulled her aside and scolded her, lowering her voice to the lowest level: "It won't do you any harm to befriend the Yu family girl. Look, Master Rong took a liking to her work at first glance."

Feng Yi picked at his ear, looking completely unyielding, and said, "I'd rather be friends with Jiang Li than give Yu Ruoqi a second glance."

"You dare!" Feng's mother glared at her. "I'm warning you, put aside everything else, stay away from those shady characters!"

Rong Xiu watched the work for a full minute.

When her gaze settled on a spot, her eyes darkened, and she turned to Yu Ruoqi, her sharp, cold gaze piercing through her glasses, her tone ambiguous: "Are you sure this is your work?"

Yu Ruoqi clenched her fingers slightly when she heard Rong Xiu ask this question.

The black market seller told her that she had acquired the painting a year ago and it hadn't been auctioned yet.

Because sellers, middlemen, and buyers are all anonymous and communicate through single-line channels in the black market.

Therefore, this work is kept extremely secret.

Aside from the seller and her, only the middleman had seen it.

The seller's account is in Zhongzhou.

Once she claims this work as hers, no one can refute it.

Thinking of this, Yu Ruoqi raised her eyes to meet Rong Xiu's eyes and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "This is my graduation project that I brought today. Please give me your feedback, teacher."

Madam Yu assumed that Master Rong was also amazed by the high level of this work, and said with a smile, "Teacher, Ruoqi worked day and night to complete this work, and hasn't had a proper rest for more than two months."

"Why say all this?" Yu Rong said modestly, "Since Ruoqi wants to contribute to the preservation of embroidery culture, besides her talent, the most important thing is that she is willing to work hard."

"Ruoqi is indeed an outstanding child," someone echoed.

Rong Xiu's eyes grew increasingly somber. Ignoring everyone else, she looked directly at Yu Ruoqi and asked, "I'll ask you one more time, did you embroider this piece?"

Yu Ruoqi felt inexplicably uneasy, but she still insisted, "Teacher, this is what I embroidered."

As she spoke, she looked at Rong Xiu with a puzzled and innocent expression: "Is there something wrong with this piece of work?"

"The artwork is fine; you're the one with the problem." Rong Xiu put the painting down, not even bothering to glance at Yu Ruoqi, and said coldly, "Butler Rong, see the guest out."

Butler Rong: "Please come in, everyone."

Madam Yu's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly asked, "Teacher, what do you mean by this?"

Yu Ruoqi was also completely flustered and at a loss. The others remembered that Rong Xiu had asked twice whether the work was Yu Ruoqi's, and they vaguely guessed what was going on, but no one spoke up.

Feng Yi asked without any hesitation, "Master Rong, do you suspect that this embroidery was not completed by Yu Ruoqi?"

Yu Ruoqi coldly glared at her and said angrily, "Feng Yi, I know you can't stand me, but stop talking nonsense. If I didn't complete my work, who else could it be?!"

"Feng Yi, you'd better not talk nonsense. Ruoqi is the youngest in our embroidery class and knows the most needlework techniques. Even her level in the complicated and difficult Cantonese embroidery is very high. Everyone has witnessed this during her practice..." said a girl who was good friends with Yu Ruoqi.

"Master Rong is very knowledgeable, have you seen similar embroidery before?"

The obese man said, "Embroidery is not like design; it has almost no originality. The background images are mostly taken from landscapes, flowers, birds, animals, or murals and famous paintings. It is not surprising if they are similar to those of others."

"Don't misunderstand, Ruoqi."

"Yes, Master Rong. Although my child is in competition with Ruoqi, his strength is indeed inferior to Ruoqi's. Please don't miss out on such a talented young man as Ruoqi."

He acted as if he was thinking of Rong Xiu's best interests and doing it for her own good.

These voices are like those that have been constantly emerging since Rong Xiu turned 35, advising her not to get married or have children, to devote all her energy to embroidery, and that she would be very miserable when she got old.

Rong Xiu has always hated people who, under the guise of doing what's best for her, interfere with her thoughts, her pursuits, and her freedom.

Her gaze swept over everyone, her face extremely cold.

Seeing so many people speaking up for her, Yu Ruoqi's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

She said humbly, "Teacher, this embroidery of the dark forest in the rain is really mine. Please believe me."

Rong Xiu narrowed her eyes.

“Since you insist that you embroidered this,” Rong Xiu pointed to a bright spot in the dark-style embroidery, “tell me, what kind of stitch was used here? How fine was the thread split to embroider it?”

Yu Ruoqi had looked at the painting countless times, and answered at a glance: "The needle is being pulled and the thread is being wrapped, with the thread split into one-sixteenths."

Rong Xiu chuckled sarcastically, her face grim, and said heavily, "This is a new stitch created last year by a mysterious embroidery master, called Gold Fire Dye Embroidery. It is more delicate, smooth, natural and vivid than the basic stitch. This stitch requires splitting a thread into at least one-sixty-fourths for embroidery, and the gold thread interspersed in it is only 0.009 millimeters."

Upon hearing the detailed data, everyone was taken aback.

It's so fine that it's hard to see with the naked eye.

No wonder this work is so exquisite, even more lifelike than a painting.

"Do you even have this skill?" Rong Xiu stared coldly at Yu Ruoqi, her face ashen, her anger barely contained. "Now, do you still claim this work as yours?!"

Yu Ruoqi's face was deathly pale, her mouth moved but she couldn't speak.

"Tsk, why are you so angry?" A lazy female voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone turned their attention to that direction.

Then I saw a tall woman, casually leaning against the door frame.

A signature black trench coat, a black long skirt, and high heels.

Her figure is exceptionally eye-catching.

He twirled his black baseball cap with a nonchalant air on his long, beautiful fingers.

A black mask covered her chin, revealing her exquisite and beautiful features.

"Jiang Li..." someone asked in confusion, "What's she doing here?"

Rong Xiu glanced at the clock; it was just past nine o'clock.

She glared at Jiang Li with a resentful look: "Someone is taking the embroidery you sold and claiming it as their graduation project, and they're still not repenting. How can I not get angry?"

The moment the words landed.

The others felt as if their minds had been blown apart, leaving them completely blank.

What did Master Rong say?
Yu Ruoqi's graduation work, which left them in awe... was sold by Jiang Li?
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