Jun Shiling was stunned by Shen Xiu's words and did not react at first.

When he realized what Shen Xiu was talking about, Jun Shiling clenched his fists tightly, and an unnatural look flashed across his eyes.

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Just as he was about to reprimand him sternly, he realized that Shen Xiu had already run away after speaking.

Jun Shiling walked into the house. Xia Wanyuan was rolling up her sleeves. She looked at her arm that had been hit by the horsewhip. It was a little red, but thankfully, there was no wound.

"Let me apply some medicine for you," Jun Shiling said as he picked up the ointment beside him.

His originally calm heart wavered when he saw Xia Wanyuan reach out her arm that was as white as a lotus root.

After applying the ointment to the swelling area, Jun Shiling suddenly paused when he recalled Shen Xiu's words.

"What's wrong?" Xia Wanyuan asked.

"It's nothing. Do it yourself. I just remembered I had to do something." With that, Jun Shiling stood up and walked away.

Xia Wanyuan was left staring at Jun Shiling's back in confusion. For some reason, she felt that Jun Shiling looked a little flustered.

"Tsk, tsk. She really drew it too well. I'm really ashamed. I've received so many years of praise from the industry, but I can't compare to a young lady who's only 20 years old."

In the professor's office in Qing University, Professor Zhang clicked his tongue in wonder as he looked at the painting sent by Xia Wanyuan.

If he had not seen Xia Wanyuan draw with his own eyes, he would not dare to believe that such experienced brushstrokes were drawn by a twenty-year-old girl.

At that moment, the phone rang.

"Hey, Old Zhang, did you get that mysterious painter's painting? You can't hide it yourself. Bring it over for us to see."

Ever since Master Li Qian from the Painter Association had seen the ink bamboo painting that Professor Zhang had brought over the previous time, he had always treated that painting as a treasure. After knowing that Professor Zhang had asked Yuan Wanxia for another painting, he could not help but call Professor Zhang.

"Oh, Chairman Li, your ears are real. I just got the painting and you found out about it. Don't worry, I'll bring the painting over tomorrow when I go to the association."

After hanging up the phone, Professor Zhang looked through it carefully again and found many details that he did not notice the first time. He was impressed by Xia Wanyuan's talent.

Li Qian was very experienced in the Chinese painting and calligraphy world, and he was also the president of the Painter Association. With his affirmation, it was much easier for Xia Wanyuan to be recognized by the Painter Association.

He was one step closer to recruiting another talented professor at Qing University.

Professor Zhang's lover was someone who had been recruited by the person in charge of Qing University. Inviting a painter who had been recognized by the Painter Agreement was simply a rather large achievement.

Thinking that his wife would turn a blind eye to his drinking when she was happy, Professor Zhang was extremely happy.

From the first boneless painting of a peach blossom to the ink bamboo painting that Professor Zhang had sent to the Painter Association, this painter, whose name was originally Yuan Wanxia, gradually attracted the attention of the domestic painting industry.

In those two paintings, there were actually many lost artworks and brush skills hidden. Everyone guessed that this master might be an expert hidden among the commoners.

Everyone had flipped through some of the more famous paintings in China in recent years, but they could not find any work that was similar to this person's strokes.

Due to her excellent skills and the fact that they could not find the real artist, Yuan Wanxia became even more mysterious. In a short period of time, her works had risen to a relatively high price.

Many people wanted to buy the painting from Professor Zhang through various connections.