Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 66

[Wait, let me catch some keywords. Louvre, exhibition, award... Haven't you seen the trending topics? Oh my!]

[What? What? That rising Chinese artist who made a splash at the Lively exhibition is Ning Heng?]

[Yes, go check Twitter now, foreign netizens are buzzing about it, saying the media couldn't interview him because he suddenly rushed back to China]

[It matches up! That's Ning Heng, isn't it? How did he suddenly become such an amazing up-and-coming artist?]

[Isn't the most crucial question why he's rushing back to see Li Xiaoya after winning his award?]

[Yeah, why? Are these rich kids' relationships with Li Xiaoya that deep???]

The bullet comments were still speculating.

Wei Lin's expression at this moment was almost cracking.

These people... were they all trying to prevent him from taking Li Xiaoya away?

Wei Lin narrowed his eyes, discreetly glancing sideways at Li Xiaoya.

She did indeed have some talent.

The key was that she was only seven years old.

Li Xiaoya was actually confused too. She tilted her head and asked, "Award? ...What's the Louvre?"

Clearly, among the pile of miscellaneous books she had read, this place hadn't been mentioned.

But at this moment, no one would mock her for her "ignorance".

Ning Heng enthusiastically leaned close to Li Xiaoya and said, "It's a historical art museum located in the center of Paris, France. Do you know what kind of artists' works are usually exhibited there?"

Li Xiaoya guessed a name: "Van Gogh?"

"Right! They have Van Gogh's Portrait of Dr. Gachet there, and Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa... Now, in the exhibition currently being held in that gallery, one of my works has been added! Isn't that impressive?"

Li Xiaoya nodded seriously and said, "Very impressive."

Xu Qiulai took in this scene and suddenly understood why these rich kids got along so well with Li Xiaoya.

She would listen to them attentively...

She hadn't yet learned adults' preconceptions and prejudices.

Perhaps in her eyes, every rich kid who came here, causing headaches for their families, was very good.

"And its inspiration came from you," Ning Heng suddenly lowered his voice, "So, Li Xiaoya, you're even more impressive than me."

The audience was instantly stunned.

[Wow, is that true?]

[Ning Heng is at the peak of his success, and he's saying it was inspired by Li Xiaoya. How could it be fake?]

[Ah, I don't know why, but when Ning Heng said 'you're even more impressive than me', I felt like crying]

Ning Heng rummaged through his pockets, then suddenly smacked his forehead: "I'm not as thoughtful as Aunt Xu, I didn't bring you any gifts. What should I do?"

As Ning Heng spoke, his expression became anxious: "And you're about to leave soon. Will we be able to see each other again? We will, right?"

Ning Heng looked towards Wei Lin: "You won't restrict her personal freedom, will you?"

Wei Lin's mouth twitched: "What are you saying, Young Master Ning? Of course we won't."

Ning Heng heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's great. If one day I sell my artwork, I'll give you half the money."

Li Xiaoya had no concept of how much money an artwork exhibited at the Louvre could sell for.

She didn't refuse Ning Heng, nodding and saying, "Then I'll use it to buy colored pencils."

She still remembered the drawings Ning Heng had taught her.

Ning Heng laughed happily: "Haha, why buy colored pencils? Buy oil paint brushes, oil paints... you can buy lots and lots!"

[Does anyone know how much Ning Heng's artwork could sell for?]

[It's said to have been hyped up to ten million dollars now, so Li Xiaoya could get five million dollars, which is equivalent to 35 million in our currency... wow!]

[That's enough to buy a house, Little Duck. Why buy colored pencils?]

The bullet comments grew increasingly excited.

And it was indeed time for Li Xiaoya to leave.

She said to Ning Heng, "Thank you for telling me, I'm going now."

Then looking at Sheng Yuxiao, she said again, "I'm going now."

Wei Lin breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that if this went on, they wouldn't be able to leave even by nightfall. Fortunately, Li Xiaoya was very proactive herself.

He quickly took Li Xiaoya's hand, walked through the crowd, and got into the stretched Lincoln.

"Li Xiaoya!" Sheng Yuxiao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly burst out. Then with his long legs, he strode over to the car in a few steps.

Before the car door could close, Sheng Yuxiao reached out and slipped something onto Li Xiaoya's hand, saying, "There, now go."

Li Xiaoya looked down.

It was Sheng Yuxiao's glove.

His palm was very large, so the glove was also very big.

On Li Xiaoya's hand, it was loose and baggy. But it vaguely felt as if Sheng Yuxiao's palm was firmly wrapped around her.

Very warm.

Wei Zhen quickly came over and closed the car door, signaling the driver to drive away.

Sheng Yuxiao stepped back a few paces, watching the car slowly drive away.

Until it completely disappeared from his sight.

The rich kids behind looked at each other, saying, "Shouldn't we celebrate Ning Heng winning the award?"

But Ning Heng slapped his thigh: "Oh no, I forgot to give Li Xiaoya my phone number."

Sheng Yuxiao walked back, coldly rolling his eyes: "By the time you remembered, it would have been too late."

Ning Heng immediately looked at him full of hope: "Brother Sheng..."

"I put the number in the glove," Sheng Yuxiao said coldly.

Ning Heng was relieved now: "Still, Brother Sheng is reliable, great! Now I'm just waiting for Li Xiaoya to call me. I haven't told her in detail about my experience at the Louvre yet, she doesn't know what expressions my two teachers had when they saw my work..."

Sheng Yuxiao couldn't be bothered with him and walked away alone.

What was there to be happy about?

He had only put his own phone number in, not Ning Heng's.

Ning Heng, oblivious to his Brother Sheng's thoughts, turned to discuss with the other rich kids about throwing a celebration party for himself.

The bullet comments soon sighed:

[She's gone just like that? Feels a bit strange]

[Will Li Xiaoya never be in the frame again? But I'm still very concerned about her!]

[Concerned +1]

[Let's wait for the police report, such a big event will definitely be trending again]

[Ah, please, production team, couldn't you follow along and keep filming? Let us see their family reunited, please?]

While the audience was anxiously jumping up and down, the entire production team was still immersed in great shock, unable to recover.

How did it suddenly turn into a kidnapping case?

How did the Li Family Village become so despicable?

Before they could digest all this, Sheng Yuxiao suddenly spoke up, like a bolt from the blue.

"I'm not filming the show anymore, I want to go back to the city."

The executive producer felt his blood rushing to his head, and quickly looked to Xu Qiulai for help.

Xu Qiulai asked gently, "Worried about Li Xiaoya?"

Sheng Yuxiao didn't say anything.

Xu Qiulai wasn't bothered by his silence and said calmly, "Everyone who comes into this world has their own path to walk. You can't accompany her forever. Similarly, she can't be tied to your side forever."

Sheng Yuxiao only repeated, "I want to go back to the city."

Xu Qiulai paused, then said, "You signed a contract with the production team, you should have a sense of contractual spirit."

Sheng Yuxiao was very firm: "Continuing to invest time in something that's already been accomplished is a useless expenditure. This is a cardinal sin in business."

He turned to look at his mother: "I've already completed the transformation, don't you think?"

Xu Qiulai raised an eyebrow slightly.

Had he really completed it?

He was still willful and arrogant.

It's just that there was now something that could constrain him.

Xu Qiulai didn't point this out, saying softly, "Alright then, go back to the city. The winter here... is indeed difficult to endure."

The executive producer was dumbfounded: "Then, then the show..."

Xu Qiulai calmly suggested to him: "You can still film a city special."

"Right, right..." The executive producer suddenly felt like he had come back to life a little.

Li Family Village quickly returned to its tranquility.

These wealthy people had swarmed in like a flock, stirring up a thousand waves.

But they suddenly retreated like the tide.

"They're gone."

"How come they all left?"

The villagers craned their necks, reluctant to see them go.

"We didn't even get to make much money from them."

Li Song listened to the discussions, his facial muscles twitching, wishing he could smash something nearby.

So many rich people had come, yet he hadn't managed to benefit at all!

Would Qing Qing think her father was useless?

Just as Li Song thought of this, he suddenly heard a villager exclaim: "Why is Li being arrested?"

"What's going on?"

Li Song's eyelid twitched as he looked up towards the distance.

He saw the police approaching with large strides.

With so many villagers gathered together, it made it convenient for the police to make an arrest.

"Are you Li Song? We have some questions for you regarding the human trafficking case in Li Family Village," the police officer said, flashing his handcuffs. "Please cooperate with our investigation."

The other villagers became agitated and immediately asked, "Where's Li Xiaoya? Let her come! How did this become a trafficking case?"

The police officer coldly replied, "Li Xiaoya has already left with her family. Didn't you all see those cars earlier?"

"Was she in that long luxury car we just saw?!" The villagers exclaimed in surprise.

"So Li Xiaoya's grandfather has struck it rich again?"

"Lucky Li Xiaoya, how come only she has wealthy relatives?"

The police officer felt angry and speechless.

For these people, even though the situation had escalated to the level of criminal activity...

What they cared about most was that Li Xiaoya had been picked up in a luxury car!

In the Lincoln, the driver asked, "Sir, shall we go to the hotel first?"

Wei Lin tapped his fingers on the armrest and said coolly, "Go directly to the airport."

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