Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s-Chapter 450: The Argument over the Painting

The door was open, and the sound of several people arguing came from inside.

Kuang Yunxian rubbed his brow helplessly as soon as he heard the voices.

Chiang Xiao also heard snippets of the argument.

"This painting was in your care, so isn’t it your responsibility now that it’s damaged?"

"This is a special situation; we didn’t expect it to rain so heavily that day in the county."

"What do you mean ’didn’t expect’? Why didn’t your teacher close all the doors and windows before leaving work? This is a very basic mistake, and you still have the nerve to call it a special situation?"

"Enough, stop arguing. What’s the point of going on like this? Our main goal now is to repair this painting."

"How can you repair it? It’s become so blurred. We’ve all seen this painting, but among those present, who can remember every detail of the painting? Even if you wanted to copy it, could you replicate it exactly?"

Upon hearing this, Chiang Xiao’s heart suddenly stirred.

Selling her paintings was another reason for her visit to the city.

But before selling her paintings, she needed to get in touch with the relevant circles.

Now that she heard they were discussing a matter about paintings, how could it not move her?

The moment Meng Xinian saw her expression, he knew she was interested, and thinking of her artistic skills, he immediately raised an eyebrow and said to Kuang Yunxian, "Brother Yun Xian, may we join in to listen as well?"

"Sure, then come on in," Kuang Yunxian said, already walking swiftly ahead, somewhat anxiously.

Meng Xinian led Chiang Xiao toward the room as well.

Chiang Xiao grasped his arm and whispered a thank-you.

"Thank me for what?"

"For bringing me in here," Chiang Xiao said, realizing for the first time how well Meng Xinian understood and how attentive he was to her needs.

Had it not been for his initiative, she certainly wouldn’t have dared to ask.

After all, she had merely met Kuang Yunxian, or rather, not even properly met, so it would have been far too presumptuous to ask to come in.

But Tyrant Meng had no such worries.

"Silly." Meng Xinian reached out and ruffled her hair, saying, "If you really want to thank me, just don’t get angry for no reason and act like Little Frog."

Chiang Xiao: "..."

Who was it that got angry for no reason in the first place?

Who is Little Frog?

Indeed, Tyrant Meng was still Tyrant Meng.

Chiang Xiao rolled her eyes, and the gratitude she felt moments ago vanished without a trace.

There were about seven or eight people in the room, all appearing to be teachers or scholars.

A painting hung on the wall, and they were all arguing in front of it, paying no attention to Meng Xinian and Chiang Xiao, who had followed Kuang Yunxian inside.

"Everyone, please stop arguing. The reason I’ve asked you here is to look for a solution. As for now, our task is to figure out a way to remedy this," Kuang Yunxian said, walking over without taking any notice of Chiang Xiao and Meng Xinian, and spoke calmly, "We have two options at the moment. One is to copy this painting, and the other is to give up on it and find a second one."

A man wearing glasses spoke with some agitation, "Change the painting? How could that be possible? Our association announced two months ago that the prize for the competition would be Teacher Ye Qiuyun’s Autumn Scenery Painting. Many competitors are here for the Autumn Scenery Painting, so if we tell them now that the prize has changed, would they agree?"

"I also think we shouldn’t change the painting. If we change it now, our association’s reputation will definitely suffer, and where would we put our faces in the future?"

"Yes, we cannot change it."