Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Compared to Shen Yao's discontinuous strokes and struggles in completing a normal painting, Ye Sang's painting was enough to make everyone shocked.

The little girl's black eyes looked at the clean paper and the brush in her hands never stopped. With every turn of her brush, small and delicate phoenix features appeared on the paper vividly under Old Master Ye's astonished eyes.

It was Ye Sang's first time copying the artwork that made her grandpa famous.

She bit her pink lips and sweat filled her forehead, but she didn't dare to stop.

Huo Yao, who was ready to beat Old Master Ye, slowly realized that something was wrong.

He looked at the little girl who was concentrating on painting and he was stupefied.

That's his daughter? 

Shen Chuchen leaned in and nudged Huo Yao with his arms, asking in surprise, “Didn't you say that she never learned painting before?”

The way that it flowed so smoothly, she never learned it?

Are they bullying him, saying that she never learned painting before?

Huo Yao blinked in a trance, his calm expressions slowly disappearing.

The man looked at the little girl who was sitting straightly and a smile flashed across his eyes,

“Perhaps it's because my daughter is a genius.”

Old Master Huo touched his beard and smiled, pleased with her, “My granddaughter is too smart.”

“…” Ugliness wasn't even enough to describe the Shen family's mother and daughter's faces.

Shen Yao muttered to herself, “What's so amazing about that…”

Isn't she just faster and her lines smoother? 

“If she's so good, draw something then!” No matter how deep a six-year-old girl's thinking is, she could no longer control her fury. That's what she thought when she yelled at Ye Sang.

But as soon as she said it, Old Master Ye hushed her mercilessly,

“Shut up!”

The girl's face immediately turned blood red as she hit her lips, feeling humiliated that she was scolded in front of so many people.

Shen Shanshan didn't care how embarra.s.sed her daughter felt, but she grinded her teeth while staring in Ye Sang's direction.

This d.a.m.ned girl. 

She's always meddling with other people's businesses!! 

Her daughter was just about to earn a teacher for herself and she b.u.t.ted in half through. 

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Old Master Ye stared at the Ye Sang without blinking, holding his breath when he heard Shen Yao's nonstop chattering, afraid that she was going to frighten the little girl.

“This is…” When a vivid phoenix appeared on the paper, his breathing stopped, and he raised his voice abruptly, staring at Ye Sang firmly.

“Wandering Phoenix Coming Home.” The little thing pulled the brush back with a small hooking technique, responding for him softly under everyone's astonished gaze.

Shen Yao's body swayed slightly and stared at the painting blankly, feeling her face burning furiously.

She always thought that she was a gifted person, whether it was in painting or mathematics.

But this time…

She didn't only fall down hard, even her teacher is getting stolen…

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Ye Sang's handwriting was a neat regular script calligraphy. Because she had a grandpa who was the number one in calligraphy, she couldn't help but mimic his handwriting too.

When the brush left the paper, her movements were quick and elegant. People who weren't familiar with her would think that it was a calligrapher's writing.

“Yi ri bu jian xi, si zhi ru kuang.” 1

The little thing gazed at Old Master Ye with her dark eyes and continued reciting the next line,

“Feng fei ao xiang xi, si hai qiu huang.” 1

Old Master Huo's pupils trembled and looked at his granddaughter's poem.

He blinked in astonishment and immediately muttered to himself, “…Her body soars lightly like a startled swan, and gracefully, like a dragon in flight.1”

He rarely uses these words to describe someone's writing.

The only person who could live up to it was an old master from before.

But he probably pa.s.sed away already.

Old Master Huo never thought that when his five-year-old granddaughter lifted the brush up, her writing would resemble his writing so strongly.

Huo Chenyu watched silently as the little girl's eyes lit up as if she was asking for a compliment, even her expression was like a little puppy wagging its tails.

The young master blinked and smiled lightly, “Did I underestimate you too much?”

He had some knowledge of paintings as the heir of the family.

He thought that the little girl could at most paint a picture of a duck playing in the water.

He didn't expect her to paint a phoenix.

Even…

The boy smiled, “It's the artwork that made an old master famous.”

But it's been lost for a long time.

No one knew what that artwork “Wandering Phoenix Coming Home” looked like.

Although they didn't know if what she said was true or not, her work was enough to shock everyone.

Shen Chuchen watched from the side and silently stared at Huo Yao, whose lips curved up and his eyes were smiling. He suddenly said something.

“Oi.”

“Isn't this little girl my daughter?”

Huo Yao immediately stopped smiling.

He glared back coldly, “It's not even dark yet.”

Meaning: stop dreaming.

Shen Chuchen 'tsked' and replied sloppily, “The little girl is so smart, doesn't your conscience hurt if you say that she doesn't have my genes?”

“Look at you. Are you sure you can give birth to a little thing that's as smart as Sangsang?” Big shot Shen spoke coolly, denying the fact that he was jealous.

Huo Yao humphed carelessly,

“Having confidence is a good thing.”

Shen Yao pinched her palm in embarra.s.sment. It was awkward to leave or stay either way.

And there was no one there to help her out of the situation.

Shen Yan'an silently watched a group of people surrounding the little girl and moved his fingertips slightly.

When he recalled the way Ye Sang stepped in front of him, his calm heart felt different for once.

Sangsang… 

The boy pursed his lips together.

Ye Sangsang. 

At this time, the little thing put down the brush and laid on the table, sighing in relief.

Wuwuwu. 

She didn't want to touch a brush ever again in this lifetime.

Reality proved to her that it was too difficult to copy her grandpa's artwork that made him famous.

Despite learning from him since she was young, she only learned about half of his grace.

But she didn't know that it was more than enough for Old Master Ye.

He dashed forward in excitement and stared at the little thing anxiously, “Little thing, where did you see this painting?”

“And how did you know that there was an entire scroll of it?”

He had a part of the scroll in his collection room and he had been trying to restore it for the past few years.

No matter how good he was at painting, what he painted was nothing like what the older master had painted.

And he never expected that a five-year-old little thing could paint it so easily when he couldn't even do it himself.

Old Master Ye felt like his worldviews were in shock.

The little thing looked down and the strand of hair shot up on her head. Seeing that the “old man” was so close to him, she whispered,

“Grandpa Mu… taught me how to paint it…”