Chapter 63: Ning Heng’s "Little Duck"

Chapter 63

While Li Family Village was celebrating Christmas, on the other side, Ning Heng flew to France.

Xu Qiulai had just sat down when a waiter came over and said, "Someone is looking for you, claiming to be your son's friend. Their surname is Ning."

Xu Qiulai guessed it was Ning Heng, but wasn't he supposed to be filming a show in Li Family Village?

"I'll go see them," Xu Qiulai said as she went to the reception room.

When she saw who it was, she was shocked.

The young man sitting in the reception room was wrapped in a filthy leather jacket, covered in black, white, and gray mud splatters. The jacket was bulging underneath, with unknown objects stuffed inside.

He looked like he had just been caught shoplifting, beaten up, and then ran here.

"How did you end up here?" Xu Qiulai frowned and asked, "Were you robbed?"

Ning Heng looked up, revealing a pair of bright eyes: "Auntie! I brought my artwork to exhibit!"

Ning Heng made a pitiful face: "My parents don't believe me. They say I must have painted another nude man and that my art should stay far away from them. It's too offensive..."

"So you came to see me because..."

"Auntie! You're a pillar of the art world! Please, please take me to exhibit with you!"

After all, he was her son's friend, and the Ning family had a good relationship with the Sheng family. Xu Qiulai said diplomatically, "Isn't it easy for you to exhibit?"

"I know what you mean. The exhibitions where you can just pay to get in, or the ones that welcome me happily because of my parents or my cousin. Those exhibitions aren't legitimate! Anyone can get in, I don't want that!" Ning Heng said resolutely.

Xu Qiulai: "..."

You want to be in a legitimate exhibition, but the legitimate ones don't want you.

Ning Heng continued talking to himself: "Auntie, I know the Louvre has organized a big exhibition recently. As a special guest, you have the qualification to recommend works... Please look at mine, please!"

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his leather jacket like a flasher on the street.

Xu Qiulai's mouth twitched, about to turn away, but her gaze suddenly froze.

"This thing... you made it?"

"Yes, Auntie! I worked day and night, no technique, all emotion!"

"The technique is not bad either. Which teacher did your father hire for you?"

"Dai Yufan and Chen Zao."

"Both top-tier masters." Xu Qiulai stood up. "Come with me. ...By the way, what's your work called?"

"'Little Duck.'"

"What?" Xu Qiulai was stunned for a moment.

"It's called 'Little Duck.'"

"The name and the work... don't seem related."

"But isn't naming the artist's freedom?"

"...Right." Xu Qiulai nodded slightly. "Go take a shower first."

Ning Heng was touched: "Auntie, you're like a real mother to me!" Then he happily followed Xu Qiulai to the suite.

The waiter behind them couldn't help but mutter: "So it really was young master Ning! We almost threw him out thinking he was crazy..."

The next day, an international art exhibition named "Lively" opened at the Louvre.

Works by Vermeer and Monet were also on display, representing the classical style.

Among the emerging artists, Xu Qiulai was at the forefront.

Before entering Li Family Village, Wei Lin specifically went to meet with the local police.

Meanwhile, Xu Qiulai and the Ning family's cars were also on the road.

"Sir, why are there other luxury cars on the road?" Wei Lin's assistant asked in confusion.

Wei Lin frowned and sighed: "Such a backwater place has become so popular. Our little miss is really something!"

The assistant didn't dare to respond after hearing this.

Li Family Village was once again in an uproar.

The villagers watched in amazement as several luxury cars drove towards Li Xiaoya's house...

"Why are more people coming?"

"How come there are so many rich people?"

"Brother Song, Brother Song, do you know what's going on?"

"There's more, look, those are county police cars behind."

"There are police cars, they're not coming to arrest someone again, are they?"

Arrest someone?

Li Song's eyes lit up, suddenly interested. He immediately took large strides forward.

The crowd moved towards that direction, commenting as they went: "Oh my, the road is so crowded. I never thought our village would one day not have enough space for luxury cars to park..."

What was Li Xiaoya doing at this time?

She was sitting by the fire, warming herself.

The rich kids were glumly helping to scoop manure, to prevent the manure pit from freezing over.

After finishing one round of fertilizing the fields, someone suddenly realized: "Damn, didn't we bring money? Can't we just use money to hire local villagers to help Li Xiaoya fertilize the fields?"

"..."

"That would work, but Sheng said the villagers here aren't very nice. They used to bully Li Xiaoya a lot, so we shouldn't give them money even if we have it."

"If we can't hire local villagers, we can hire people from the neighboring village!"

"Shit, you're right! Why didn't we think of this earlier?"

"Isn't it because our brains are frozen?"

"How did Li Xiaoya get through winters here in previous years? I feel like my brain stops working as soon as it's below zero."

The rich kids dejectedly sniffed their clothes.

[Young masters who normally eat with royal cutlery are actually obediently helping to scoop manure.]

[Hilarious, this show might as well be renamed "Happy Comedy People".]

[Thanks, I can briefly stop hating the rich today.]

As they were talking, the sound of cars approaching could be heard.

The police got out first, quickly ran to Li Xiaoya, and said in a low voice: "Are you Li Xiaoya? Your relatives have come to find you!"

The police officer paused, then said solemnly: "According to your relatives' description, your mother was very likely trafficked to Li Family Village. We will now strictly supervise this case!"

[Holy crap?]

[The police have confirmed it! It really was trafficking!]

The villagers approached and happened to overhear this conversation.

Li Song's expression instantly became extremely strange.