Supremely Talented Tyrant

Seemingly aware of Hao Jian's heated gaze, Shu Ya suddenly opened her eyes and, sure enough, caught Hao Jian staring at her chest like Pig Head Three.

Shu Ya immediately took two steps back guardedly and covered her chest in both shame and anger as she scolded Hao Jian, "What are you doing?"

"I wasn't doing anything," Hao Jian pretended to be innocent.

"Not doing anything? Then why were you peeking at me?" Shu Ya became furious. She had realized that this guy was planning to act shamelessly again.

"I wasn't looking at you," Hao Jian said earnestly.

"No? Then what were you looking at?" Shu Ya asked doubtfully, looking at Hao Jian but not believing his explanation at all.

"I was looking at the purple... under its cover, I couldn't see anything," regretted Hao Jian.

Upon hearing this, Shu Ya was almost spasming with anger, "You were indeed looking at my breasts!"

This bastard, pretending to be pitiful so she would bathe him, then seizing the opportunity to act like a pervert!

Soon after, Hao Jian saw Shu Ya tear open her throat and roar, "Sister Lan! Hao Jian is peeking at you bathing again!"

"Holy crap!" Hao Jian was dumbfounded. When had Shu Ya become so shameless?

"Bang!"

Then Hao Jian saw Ruo Lan burst through the door, clutching a kitchen knife, her eyes filled with killing intent as she glared at Hao Jian.

Hao Jian was so scared his face turned green, "Sister Lan, let's talk this out, I'm a patient!"

"He's not sick, he's faking it!" Shu Ya rudely exposed Hao Jian's deceit.

"Shu Ya you..." Hao Jian was infuriated. This girl, was she trying to torment him to death?

"Bastard, I just recently fixed that hole, and now you've found a new one, haven't you?" Ruo Lan was both embarrassed and angry – the damn guy had done it again.

"Exactly, just now when I pushed open the bathroom door, I saw him holding his 'treasure' shaking it up and down, clearly peeking while doing some dirty deed," Shu Ya continued to smear his name, pointing at Hao Jian, "Look at him, Sister Lan; not even wearing pants. If it's not jerking off, what is it?"

Ruo Lan lowered her head and, indeed, noticed that Hao Jian was only wearing big underpants, with a sizable tent pitched.

Immediately, Ruo Lan huffed with a red face and coldly pierced Hao Jian with her stare, clearly convinced that he had been watching her while doing dirty things just now!

Hao Jian felt like crying; this time he might as well jump into the Yellow River – he wouldn't be able to wash himself clean.

Having promised Elder Qiu to paint a picture for him, Hao Jian spent the following period working on the canvas whenever he had time. After half a month, the painting was finally taking shape.

As expected, Elder Qiu couldn't let go of it and treasured the painting in the most conspicuous place in his private room.

After Elder Qiu took it, Zhang Qiuya shamelessly approached Hao Jian for a painting. Initially, Hao Jian quite disliked Zhang Qiuya, but when Brother Huoniu bullied Xiaoxiao and Zhang Qiuya stood up for her despite her envy, Hao Jian started to think highly of her.

So, for Zhang Qiuya's request, Hao Jian hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed.

"What's the name of this painting?" Zhang Qiuya admired the painting Hao Jian gave her – it was a towering, distant mountain with a barefoot girl in a straw hat looking into the distance, her demeanor peaceful and her smile warm. Just one glance would make one feel the beauty of the scene and the calmness in one's heart.

"Eastern Charm," Hao Jian replied with a smile.

"Eastern Charm?" Zhang Qiuya murmured the name to herself, and then nodded with a smile, "That's a really nice name; it fits the artistic conception of the painting very well. I believe it can sell for a good price!"

Hao Jian watched Zhang Qiuya with a smile but said nothing.

Zhang Qiuya realized she had misspoken and said embarrassingly, "Don't blame me, you know I'm a businesswoman. Everything I do is for profit."

She had asked Hao Jian for that painting to auction it off because she understood the value of Hao Jian's paintings, and as an art auctioneer, she hoped to use her connections to sell the painting Hao Jian had given her for a good price.

Although this was somewhat impolite, it abundantly reflected Zhang Qiuya's forthrightness – she didn't pretend otherwise and openly admitted she was doing it for money.

Her actions made Hao Jian truly appreciate her, because it showed that Zhang Qiuya was also very genuine!

Hao Jian smiled slightly, "How could I blame you? The painting is a gift from me, so it's yours now. However you choose to handle it is your business."

And it was just a painting; it wasn't something for Hao Jian to be overly concerned about.

If he wanted, he could easily produce ten or twenty paintings of the same quality at any time.

"So you mean, even if I sell it, it's okay?" Zhang Qiuya looked at Hao Jian in surprise, apparently not expecting him to agree so readily to her request.

"Of course," Hao Jian said with a smile. Stay connected via empire

"You're not angry?" Zhang Qiuya asked in astonishment.

"What's there to be angry about? It's just a painting," Hao Jian said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Zhang Qiuya was taken aback. Just with this attitude, Hao Jian was many times better than Qian Shaohang. Qian Shaohang would never give Zhang Qiuya a painting for free, even though they had been friends for many years.

"In that case, I'll give you half of the auction proceeds!" Zhang Qiuya offered, and since Hao Jian could be generous, so could she.

"No need for that, keep all the auction proceeds. Money and such things don't really appeal to me," Hao Jian shook his head. Since he had already said the painting was a gift to Zhang Qiuya, the money from selling the painting was all hers; he would absolutely not take a single cent.

Zhang Qiuya really didn't know what to say anymore, Hao Jian's magnanimity made her feel somewhat ashamed.

"Actually, I just came to deliver the painting today. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving," Hao Jian waved his hand, ready to head out.

"Wait, since you're here, why not join the auction?" asked Zhang Qiuya softly, suddenly feeling an urge to keep Hao Jian around.

"Never mind, I'm not buying anything," Hao Jian replied with a wry smile. He was broke, and attending an auction would just be wasting time, wouldn't it?