Chapter 3, The New Emperor of Art

Welcome. Du Mingxuan is the same; the actions of the three young women were naturally observed. Others had already taken the initiative out of respect. If Luo Nian were to refuse, it would be seen as arrogance and disdain for others, especially since she is merely a illegitimate daughter, a term that is exceptionally sensitive within the noble circles that place great importance on noble and pure bloodlines.

With so many eyes watching, it was impossible not to drink. Luo Nian's face turned crimson with embarrassment as she tightly gripped the cup, as if she had made a firm resolution. With her eyes closed, she was about to gulp it down in a manner akin to facing death. Her adorable little appearance immediately elicited light laughter from the onlooking gentlemen. It is truly rare to find such a pure little thing in this murky and deep upper-class circle.

Heavenly Miao gracefully walked down the spiral staircase, and her slightly hoarse yet captivating voice began to resonate: "As everyone knows, our Aibiri family has a very special member. As a woman, this uniqueness undoubtedly poses a challenge for me. However, I cannot vent my anger at the expense of innocent lives. Instead, I must nurture her as if she were my beloved child. The comforting news is that this child has grown well and is now qualified to stand before everyone and contribute to the family that raised her."

Luo Nian, welcome to our circle. Wang Feihan blinked her big, watery apricot eyes, appearing innocent and pure. She shoved the glass of red wine in her hand into Luo Nian's hand, and with her other glass, she clinked it against the wine in Luo Nian's hand, not allowing for any refusal, and took a sip herself.

I ... ...

"Drink up, don't be so ungracious, we will be sad. Who told Luo Nian to be so adorable, making it hard for people to resist. " Can't help but ruin her.

This is Teng Yi, such a demonic and enchanting prodigy, undoubtedly the new emperor of art, Teng Yi. Abirui.

Luo Nian widened his eyes in astonishment as he stared at the suddenly appearing Teng Yi. In his clean and clear gaze, the enchanting face was vividly reflected, instantly causing Teng Yi to smile with his eyes curved, becoming even more wicked and demonic.

"Look at her, that little vixen with her flirtatious demeanor." Bi Yang stood with a group of women, observing the lonely and isolated Luo Nian, who was frequently approached by men. Her eyes were filled with disdain and malice. She turned her gaze to her two accomplices, Du Mingxuan and Wang Feihan, who immediately understood and nodded. They took the prepared drinks from the side and walked towards the seemingly vulnerable little rabbit.

However, just as the red wine was about to touch the red lips, a fair and beautiful hand suddenly took the wine away from Luonian's hand

It is said that the Abirui family possesses two exceptional talents, one of whom is the eldest son, Zhenyi. At the age of fourteen, Abirui took over the soon-to-be-defunct Abirui Group and, within just two years, propelled it to the pinnacle of international success. In a mere eight years, he elevated the Abirui family to become one of the three major powers in the world, emerging as a genius at the apex of the pyramid. It is rumored that at the age of twenty, he was publicly proposed to by a princess of the British royal family, the future queen, but he declined.

As soon as the seemingly noble and moving words were spoken, warm applause erupted, and a cluster of lights fell upon the ornate European-style staircase. A slender and petite figure stood atop it, instantly causing people to gasp in awe. Her waist-length red hair, adorned with a faint golden halo, cascaded over her shoulders, and atop her head was a silver headband encrusted with diamonds. This simple accessory overshadowed the meticulously dressed ladies present. Her white little dress also lacked any standout features, appearing as if merely two pieces of fabric stitched together. Yet, when worn by her, it radiated brilliance, as if it had been personally designed and crafted by a master tailor from Italy. Her waist-length red hair, adorned with a faint golden halo, cascaded over her shoulders, and atop her head was a silver headband encrusted with diamonds. This simple accessory overshadowed the meticulously dressed ladies present. Her white little dress also lacked any standout features, appearing as if merely two pieces of fabric stitched together. Yet, when worn by her, it radiated brilliance, as if it had been personally designed and crafted by a master tailor from Italy.

"Why aren't you drinking? Does Luonian not want to join us?" A few women then approached and surrounded Luonian.

The sound of breathing became very light, all movements turned gentle, and everyone stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared. He resembled a traveler just returned from afar, carrying a large easel on one shoulder, exuding an air of dust and weariness. He wore a black silk shirt adorned with colorful paint, yet it did not appear dirty at all. His shoulder-length, slightly wavy black hair framed a face shaped like a small melon, with slender, peach blossom eyes of deep blue, reminiscent of a foggy sea, as if inhabited by fairies, deep, enchanting, and slightly sinister. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a subtle smile that was utterly captivating. He wore a black silk shirt adorned with colorful paint, yet it did not appear dirty at all. His shoulder-length, slightly wavy black hair framed a face shaped like a small melon, with slender, peach blossom eyes of deep blue, reminiscent of a foggy sea, as if inhabited by fairies, deep, enchanting, and slightly sinister. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a subtle smile that was utterly captivating.

Tian Tang Zhao looked at Luo Nian, her eyes containing a hint of warning

The music suddenly stopped, and the lights dimmed. Everyone gathered forward.

What a beautiful little creature, her heart is bouncing like a little rabbit. If it were not for her status as an illegitimate daughter, I believe many of the gentlemen present would be eager to extend their enthusiastic pursuit towards her

The ladies could not help but blush, and even the gentlemen could not help but gaze in fascination

The two men are twins, looking exactly alike, yet their temperaments differ vastly, leading one to mistakenly believe that they do not resemble each other at all, which is why no one has ever confused them.

The smile at the corner of Biyang's mouth twisted wickedly, drink up, tonight let your desires reach the peak of ecstasy, and then tomorrow roll out of their house like a stray dog

Erjue is the second young master, Teng Yi. Aibiri, known as the irreplaceable new emperor of the art world, was recognized by the president of the World Artists Alliance at the age of fourteen and became his disciple. In the days that followed, whenever he participated in any competition, he consistently left the second place far behind with his absolutely powerful strength. His paintings, much like himself, can captivate the heart and lead one to lose themselves within. His stunningly beautiful appearance, appealing to both men and women, along with his enchanting and devilish aura, are also aspects that make him unforgettable. In the days that followed, whenever he participated in any competition, he consistently left the second place far behind with his absolutely powerful strength. His paintings, much like himself, can captivate the heart and lead one to lose themselves within. His stunningly beautiful appearance, appealing to both men and women, along with his enchanting and devilish aura, are also aspects that make him unforgettable.

"Little one, do you see that Second Brother is not happy?" He pinched her delicate little chin and shook her small head, then looked at the group of mesmerized ladies. With a slight swirl of the red wine in his hand, he said, "I am quite thirsty; I hope the ladies do not mind if I drink this glass of wine to quench my thirst"

The sound of music once again resonated melodiously as Luonian slowly descended the stairs. Many approached her to invite her to dance, yet Luonian's timid and shrinking gaze, reminiscent of a little white rabbit, caused many men to feel a sense of fulfillment in their masculine pride. Although they longed to embrace her, they subconsciously desired to establish a grand and admirable image in her heart, thus refraining from any forceful advances. This is also why the delicate little rabbit often finds it easier to win the affection and delight of men compared to the fierce and thorny female powerhouses.

In the twilight years, one appeared somewhat at a loss, and the startled yet stiff demeanor instantly elicited a hint of mockery in the eyes of the two. Indeed, just as Bi Yang had said, it was nothing more than a useless vase. Such a fragile thing, a gentle touch should suffice to shatter it, right? Tsk tsk, I wonder if a broken vase can still evoke such pity from others

Luo Nian gently lowered her eyelids, appearing somewhat timid and evoking a sense of pity in me. She bent slightly, and the sound that emerged was like pearls falling onto a jade plate. "My name is Luo Nian," she said, and she was simply called Luo Nian.

The meaning of the subtlety was not understood by many, applause erupted, and the introduction was considered complete