How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

Chapter 195 Wishes Unfulfilled

The eighth day of the fourth lunar month is an auspicious day.

The city's first newly opened Western-style gallery, "ArtHouse," has opened, reportedly featuring works by many international masters and attracting a large crowd.

In particular, gallery owner Cheng Pei-lan, the protagonist of the sensational attack on the Cheng family not long ago, is a natural topic of conversation.

Moreover, with numerous celebrities involved, it seemed to be the most prestigious art gallery in the city.

Besides curiosity, there are also those who are pessimistic.

"Hmph, they're just blindly worshipping foreign things. I don't think foreign products are necessarily better than ours."

"Exactly, it's neither fish nor fowl, and the paintings are stiff."

"It's like a child's scribbles. You can't even understand it, so what's the point of talking about art? Ha, how ridiculous."

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Zheng Peilan also heard these comments, but she smiled and pretended not to hear them, warmly greeting the customers who came to support the gallery.

After the last group of guests went in, Zheng Peilan walked towards the people who had been gossiping.

"Old man, I noticed you seemed to have some opinions earlier. May I ask what your field of study is, and what achievements you have made?"

The man smiled smugly, “Ignorant brat, even if I have no diploma or achievements, I can still appraise your paintings. Whether they are good or bad, my eyes can’t lie.”

Zheng Peilan understood that this person was just a loser looking for trouble, and there was no need to pay him any mind.

“stupid”.

The man frowned, completely baffled. "What gibberish are you speaking? Are you insulting me?"

Zheng Peilan smiled gently, "How could that be? I'm just telling you to watch your step."

The man didn't believe it. "That can't be right. It doesn't sound like it to me."

Zheng Peilan smiled dismissively, slowly and gracefully stepped onto the stairs, ignoring the man completely.

The man was puzzled for a long time, and even after everyone had left, he was still wondering, "Was she cursing at me? No, I have to go find someone to ask her."

Zheng Peilan did not intend to open the gallery to the general public, so the gallery only allowed guests with invitations to enter.

Zheng Peilan bought a building to use as an art gallery, designing it entirely like a European castle. Originally, she wanted to open a hotel, but Zheng Peilan couldn't wait and changed it to an art gallery instead.

Upon entering the interior, one finds it lavishly decorated. A spacious Roman-style gallery leads in, while the garden is modeled after an English palace, with a three-tiered fountain sculpted with naked cherubs.

The spacious interior is even more luxurious; the three-story villa has a central open space that feels incredibly airy and airy. The roof is inlaid with colorful glass, and sunlight streams through it, making the interior a kaleidoscope of colors.

"This place doesn't look like an art gallery; it looks more like a church."

"Have you ever seen a church?"

Yan Ru shook her head. "Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run, right? My English teacher has a picture book, and the church in it looks just like this."

Song Yuanliang wholeheartedly agreed, saying, "The decoration is quite nice, very innovative, and refreshing."

The two of them sat close together, chatting away, and thankfully not many people paid any attention.

This weekend, Song Yuanliang and Qingru returned to the city together. Just then, the Song family received several invitations, and Song Yuanliang had a sudden idea. He took two of them to meet his sweetheart.

Since returning to school, the two have had very little time together. Yanru, who had missed half a year of school, now cherishes it all the more.

Song Yuanliang was studying business, and he had neglected his studies for the previous six months, so both of them were now engrossed in their studies.

This date was exceptionally sweet.

Many powerful and influential people from the city have come, although some of those who attended the Zheng family banquet last time have died or been injured.

But the gallery was so novel that even the elderly couldn't resist the temptation, and no young person could resist it.

Especially for young people who have never left Sifangcheng since childhood, this gallery is probably the first time they have been so close to foreign culture.

Yan Ru was originally a painter, so she was very interested in the paintings in the gallery. Otherwise, she would never have left home on her own initiative.