Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife-Chapter 575 Both Your Painting and You Are Trash!

"Elder, I'm just here for a stroll today, please don't treat me as the main character."

Song Yun said with a chuckle, "Also, I haven't seen my wife for a long time, so why don't you show some mercy and let me go?"

Liu Changqing burst into laughter upon hearing this. He patted Song Yun on the arm and said, "You're a good kid, you know. Among so many people I've met, you live the cleanest private life. Whether they are businessmen or scholars, once they get rich and famous, many can't resist temptation. As long as things are stable at home, they keep their flags waving outside."

"I'm not as good as you say I am. Since you put it that way, I'm going to leave now!"

Taking advantage of the moment when several masters were discussing paintings, Song Yun slipped out quietly.

When Wei Yafu came to his senses and wanted to invite Song Yun to join their discussion, he suddenly realized that Song Yun was nowhere to be seen!

"Old Liu, where is he???"

"Who?"

Liu Changqing pretended to be puzzled and asked.

"Who else could it be! Where's Song Yun!"

Wei Yafu's shout brought everyone else back to reality.

"Ah! I just saw little Song standing by just now! How did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"Could it be that we were so engrossed in our discussion that little Song felt left out?"

"That shouldn't be the case... Little Song wouldn't have achieved such a position at his young age without regularly cultivating his mind and character!"

Listening to the hubbub of voices, Liu Changqing stretched out his hand to calm everyone down and said helplessly, "Alright! Little Song came with his wife today. We old folks can't keep a couple from reuniting, can we?"

"Hahaha, that's the truth. Then let's leave him be for now. Old Wei! I think you said something incorrect about this painting just now, there is an obvious flaw here!"

"How is it incorrect! If you don't explain it to me clearly today, don't bother coming to my house again!"

As he watched a group of old men start quarreling again, Liu Changqing sat in his chair with a slowly spreading smile, occasionally throwing in a comment. Life was rather acceptable.

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After leaving, Song Yun began looking for Ye Qingqing.

Eventually, he found his wife being stopped by a young man with braided hair.

"What happened?"

Song Yun approached with a slight frown and asked softly.

"I'm not sure. I just stood in front of this painting for a few extra seconds, then he came over to talk to me."

Ye Qingqing wasn't in a good mood either and said as she clung to Song Yun's hand.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

The young man with an air of nonchalance spun the paintbrush in his hand and looked at Song Yun with a tilted head.

"I am her husband. What do you want?"

"Oh, I noticed that this lady seemed interested in this painting, and since I happen to be the author, I thought I'd come over and chat a bit."

The young artist noted Song Yun's plain clothes and did not take him seriously, assuming he was just one of several ordinary visitors who got lucky with a raffle ticket from the association.

In contrast, Song Yun didn't have a single branded item on him, and from the get-go, he was somewhat looked down upon.

"Let's go," said Ye Qingqing, pulling on Song Yun's arm and speaking in an indifferent tone. "I want to spend more time with you."

Although Song Yun was annoyed by the young man's attitude, his wife had spoken, and considering his current status, getting angry with such a person was a bit undignified.

But just as Song Yun and his wife turned to leave, the young man grabbed the painting hanging on the wall and hurried over to Ye Qingqing, offering it as if presenting a treasure, "Beauty, I see you have an interest in art too. I'll give you this painting; consider it a gift for our first meeting."

Song Yun was incensed by the young man's arrogance, glanced at the painting, and scoffed, "This? Sorry, but my wife isn't interested."

"What did you say?"

The young artist clenched the paintbrush so hard it snapped into two pieces!

He yelled agitatedly, "Do you even know what art is? You bumpkin! Don't think that knowing a bit about Van Gogh or Picasso means you understand painting! Go wash your eyes out!"

This was tantamount to accusing Song Yun of being blind!

Song Yun grabbed the young man's pointing finger, applied a little pressure, and the artist yelped and dropped to his knees.

"I misspoke, your painting is trash, and so are you," Song Yun said.

Song Yun disdainfully tossed the man aside and left the art exhibition, holding onto Ye Qingqing.

He didn't want a trifling matter ruining the mood of his date with his wife.

...

After leaving the exhibition, Song Yun took Ye Qingqing shopping at the mall and then sat in a park in Forty-nine City for the afternoon.

Sitting on a bench and watching a group of children laugh and play was quite the healing experience.

As evening approached, just as Song Yun was about to find a restaurant to eat with Ye Qingqing, his phone rang--it was Ouyang Jie.

Song Yun felt puzzled; hadn't the old man Ouyang said this kid was on a mission?

He was back already???

Answering the call, Ouyang Jie's loud voice burst from the receiver, and Song Yun quickly moved the phone away—any slower, and he might have gone deaf!

"Cut the crap, get to the point!"

Song Yun cursed helplessly.

Ouyang Jie snickered twice on the other end and said quickly, "Big Brother! Grace me with your presence for dinner tonight? I need to talk to you about something, and I'll introduce you to a few friends!"

"Nope."

Song Yun said indifferently, "I'm with your sister-in-law right now, no time."

"Come on! Let's all meet up? It's been such a long time! Don't you miss me?"

Ouyang Jie's voice sounded pitiful. Imagining his expression over the phone, Song Yun shuddered from head to toe!

"Get lost! Why would I miss a big guy like you!"

"Honey, go ahead with him, I have plans to eat with my mom and the others at the hostel tonight anyway."

Ye Qingqing pinched Song Yun's hand and smiled, "After we deal with things here, we're both heading back to Magic Capital, a little while won't make a difference."

"Fine," Song Yun sighed.

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Song Yun first dropped off Ye Qingqing at the red-walled hostel, then drove to the restaurant Ouyang Jie mentioned.

Parking the car, he hadn't even entered when he saw Ouyang Jie sitting in the lobby, smoking.

"Didn't the old man say you were tied up with things lately? How come you're out today?"

Song Yun walked over and slapped Ouyang Jie on the back of the head—it was this jerk who had disrupted his candlelight dinner with his wife!

He deserved it!

"Hahaha, I made some progress and got a few days off. Just when I heard from grandpa that you were coming to Forty-nine City, I immediately called to invite you to dinner."

Ouyang Jie grinned and said, "Let's go inside, I'll introduce you to some friends tonight. We all used to hang out in the same courtyard."