Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian with a hint of anticipation and said, "Oh? Professor Wang is about to start writing? Some time ago, I heard rumors in the circle that there is an incredible newcomer in the Chinese calligraphy circle. At a young age, he has already created a new calligraphy font that is beautiful and freehand, and has condensed the charm of a master."
"Later I found out that the newcomer was Professor Wang. I specifically studied Professor Wang's Slender Gold font, which is indeed a very good calligraphy font. I have also practiced it for a while recently, but unfortunately I am too old to do it well."
"It is such a great honor to be able to see Professor Wang personally writing calligraphy today."
Tao Zhishan smiled and said, "Professor Li is also the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association."
Okay.
He is the deputy director of the National Orchestra and the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association. What else
Being able to vote in the ministry, I guess he has some kind of status within the system...
Wang Qian didn’t dare to ask anyway.
Otherwise, he would know too much.
Li Xiyan smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "It's just a sinecure. I haven't been to the association to participate in activities for several years. But I heard that the calligraphy association has been very active recently. They are all discussing your thin gold style calligraphy font, and the opinions are very different. Professor Wang, your appearance has made the literary world, which was originally stagnant, become active."
Li Xiyan is a leading figure in the Beijing cultural circle, so he is qualified to say this.
Wang Qian's several ancient poems, modern poems, and Slender Gold calligraphy works have made the literary world, which had been silent for more than ten or twenty years, very active again. Almost everyone is discussing and arguing about things related to him.
Wang Qian had already reacted and glared at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue. The two of them stood there obediently and didn't say a word.
"Oh? Professor Li, you're too kind. I saw some comments that my calligraphy is very controversial. There aren't many people who support me, but I can't even count the number of people who belittle me."
Wang Qian said modestly: "I am still young and far from being a master."
Li Xiyan: "Time will eventually prove some things. Today I will personally see Professor Wang's Slender Gold calligraphy. When I return to Beijing, I will also talk to my friends in the Calligraphy Association about it."
Wang Qian stood up and said with a smile: "Then I will show my ugliness."
Qin Xuerong, Jiang Yu and Murong Yue quickly cleaned up the dining table, laid a layer of solid wood board on it, and then took out Wang Qian's writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them one by one.
The job of grinding ink must be done by Qin Xuerong himself.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue carefully prepared paper and pen for Wang Qian.
Everything went right.
Wang Qian smiled and nodded at Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui before walking away.
Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui then stood up and followed over. They stood in front of the table without saying a word, just watching attentively.
He Chaohui was the most casual, because she had no interest in calligraphy and did not know how to do it herself. She was just a little curious and looking forward to whether Wang Qian's calligraphy performance would be recognized by Li Xiyan.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are both upper-class figures in Beijing's cultural circle. Li Xiyan is even a veteran in the calligraphy circle. Their recognition of Wang Qian can greatly influence the views of Beijing's cultural circle on Wang Qian.
Therefore, Jiang Yu deliberately mentioned this matter, wanting Wang Qian to write calligraphy works in public.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan were the ones watching most seriously.
Slender Gold calligraphy has been the most popular on the Internet these days, and they have all paid attention to it.
Because Wang Qian's calligraphy giveaway on Weibo attracted so much attention that even people who don't usually go online have heard people around them mention it.
Moreover, Wang Qian's calligraphy also attracted bidding competition among fans, and there were news reports that it was sold for a sky-high price of over two million yuan.
This is an extremely high price that is impossible to be achieved by any living calligraphy master today.
Therefore, Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan both wanted to see it up close and with their own eyes.
How good is Wang Qian's calligraphy
What is the beauty of the Slender Gold calligraphy font
Just see.
Wang Qian picked up the brush, but did not write directly. Instead, he stood in front of the table, constantly brewing the inner artistic conception of the two poems about plum blossoms by Bu Suanzi, as well as the charm of each of the thin gold fonts in his mind.
For calligraphy to have spirit and energy, the calligraphy master must truly concentrate his energy and energy into it.
Those so-called masters who are flashy have no calligraphy spirit except for making a fool of themselves. The words they write are extremely ugly and at best they just have the shape of the calligraphy.
Under the gaze of everyone present.
Wang Qian's spirit gradually became free and easy, as if he were a hermit, and there was a sense of cold arrogance about him.
It seems like a hermit, or like a plum blossom blooming in the ice and snow in winter...
Both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are well versed in calligraphy. Especially Li Xiyan, who has been practicing calligraphy for thirty or forty years. One of his feet is already on the threshold of becoming a master, but he has never been able to step into this door.
Therefore, both of them were slightly shocked at this moment.
Because this is exactly the state they both pursue and yearn for.
This is the realm of master calligraphy.
Li Xiyan has been pondering on this for more than ten years, but has not been able to truly reach this level.
Tao Zhishan is even further away. Although it is impossible for him to achieve it in this lifetime, he still yearns for it.
Now…
A young man in his thirties, he has an extremely strong spirit and energy, which is integrated into his calligraphy.
Li Xiyan's eyes, which were originally a little cloudy due to old age, now burst into a terrifying brilliance. He stared at Wang Qian with a sharp gaze, paying attention to Wang Qian's every move and every change in his expression.
At this moment, he regarded Wang Qian as a teacher and was carefully learning from his teacher's words and deeds.
Wang Qian gently dipped the brush in his hand into the inkstone with natural and freehand movements, as if he was holding a handful of dust to brush away the troubles of this world. Every stroke followed his heart.
Then, Wang Qian looked focused, and his whole body became one with the brush.
When the brush falls on the white paper.
It seemed as if it was not the brush that was moving.
But Wang Qian's whole body was moving.
Bu Suanzi, Ode to the Plum Blossom.
now.
No one paid attention to what Wang Qian wrote.
Even Murong Yue and Jiang Yu, who had been curious to know the content, were attracted and even fascinated by the aura of Wang Qian at this moment. They did not pay attention to the content at all. They just looked at Wang Qian and the words he wrote, as if there were extremely beautiful things in them.
Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely and ownerless flowers bloom.
It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and the wind and rain make it worse.
I have no intention of competing for spring, I just let all the flowers be jealous.
It falls into the mud and turns into dust, but the fragrance remains the same.
Wang Qian wrote the first poem "卜算子咏梅" in one go.
Every word was poured out with his own energy and spirit.
Therefore, every word is as elegant as the wind, thin and beautiful, and each one is as aloof and cold as a sage.
Finished.
Wang Qian took a break.
I placed the brush on the inkstone and stretched the joints and muscles all over my body.
Although, I was just standing there, bending over and writing.
However, Wang Qian felt as tired as if he had worked all night carrying bricks.
The room was still extremely quiet.
No one spoke.
Li Xiyan was using a crutch, and he looked very excited, his eyes still fixed on the thin gold script written by Wang Qian.
Tao Zhishan felt the same, with some shock in his eyes.
They had all seen the extreme praise for Wang Qian by people like Lu Chunhu and Tang Hepeng, who evaluated Wang Qian as the number one calligrapher in modern times.
Although they did not stand up to criticize Lu Chunhu and others like some people, they disagreed in their hearts and felt that the words were exaggerated.
But now, after seeing Wang Qian finish a piece of calligraphy with my own eyes.
Only then did they realize that perhaps what Lu Chunhu and others said were truly in their hearts.
Wang Qian rested for about ten seconds and adjusted his state. Then he picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink, and quickly got into the state.
Continue writing the second one.
Bu Suanzi, Ode to the Plum Blossom.
Wind and rain send spring away, while flying snow welcomes spring.
The cliff is a hundred feet of ice, but the flowers are still beautiful.
Beauty does not compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes.
It was still done in one go.
Wang Qian has completely mastered the calligraphy skills to the master level.
Therefore, writing becomes more and more skillful and easy.
However, the consumption is still considerable.
Finished.
Beads of sweat appeared on Wang Qian's forehead.
Qin Xuerong felt distressed when she saw Wang Qian put down his brush. She quickly picked up the towel she had prepared in advance and gently wiped the sweat off Wang Qian's forehead. Her eyes were full of worry and distress. She really wanted to tell Wang Qian to take a rest and stop writing.
But she knew it wasn't over yet.
If Jiang Yu, Murong Yue and He Chaohui were the only audience, Qin Xuerong could have let Wang Qian take a rest immediately after finishing the first song, and could have asked him to continue writing in an hour or two, or in a few days.
However, with the presence of Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan, two bigwigs in the Beijing cultural circle, Qin Xuerong did not dare to make a decision on his own.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan have gradually recovered from their shock.
However, Li Xiyan seemed even more excited, and his right hand was shaking a little.
Because when he watched Wang Qian write, he seemed to comprehend something about the realm of master calligraphy.
If, this time, he can digest and understand it and integrate it into his own calligraphy when he goes back.
It’s hard to say.
He was able to become a master calligrapher in his later years, fulfilling one of his dreams.
He is not only a master pianist, but also an orchestra conductor.
If you can become a master calligrapher again.
Li Xiyan felt that he had no regrets in his life.
Even if he died immediately.
He felt that he also left with a smile.
Li Xiyan was just about to clap softly.
Tao Zhishan was just about to praise Wang Qian's calligraphy.
But after Wang Qian finished writing the second poem "Bu Suanzi Odes to Plum Blossoms", he still stood there without moving.
Qin Xuerong picked up the piece of white paper with calligraphy on it and placed it on the other side to dry, then covered it with another layer of white paper.
Everyone's face was full of confusion!
besides
Isn’t it said that there are only two works
Qin Xuerong glanced at the others, seeing their confusion, and explained in a low voice: "These two poems about plum blossoms were written by Wang Qian for Xiao Dongmei at the time. He was inspired by seeing Xiao Dongmei. There is another one..."
Everyone suddenly realized.
Jiang Yu, Murong Yue and He Chaohui, the three women, even felt a little envious and jealous of Xiao Dongmei.
These two ancient poems about plum blossoms are obviously of excellent quality, and are almost as good as other poems about plum blossoms written by ancient people that they know.
Maybe it will be passed down in the future.
Then, the origin of these two works will also become a good story.
Xiao Dongmei may be remembered by future generations for this.
Throughout history, many people have become famous because of being written about in the works of great writers, and some are even more famous than some great figures who influenced the course of history.
This is the opportunity everyone dreams of.
For ordinary people, the opportunity to leave a name in history is absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Even Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan showed a hint of envy, but it disappeared soon after because they were already past that age.
Moreover, Wang Qian adjusted his breathing, rested for about a minute, and picked up the brush again.
Dip in ink!
Writing.
Smoother and faster than the previous two times.
However, the written Slender Gold font has more elegant spirit and charm.
Those calligraphy fonts are completely integrated with Wang Qian at this moment, and the fonts are almost exactly the same as Wang Qian's.
This is the true top realm of the legendary master calligrapher.
The person reflects his name!
The handwriting reflects the character of the person!
Many people say that you can tell a person’s character by his handwriting.
However, in reality, this is a realm that only top calligraphers can achieve, integrating their own spirit and life philosophy into the font.
How difficult is this
Ordinary people practice calligraphy by following copybooks. How can they possibly achieve the state where their handwriting reflects their personality
It’s just that most people judge a person’s preferences and personality based on the neatness of their handwriting. They think that people with beautiful handwriting have good character, and people with poor handwriting have bad character. This is a very arbitrary and rough idea, and it is not true that the handwriting reflects the person.
If you want to practice writing neat handwriting, you just need to spend some time and anyone with a little patience can basically do it, but such handwriting cannot represent the spirit of the person.
Wang Qian now truly lives up to the saying that his handwriting reflects his personality.
People are free and easy.
The characters are also elegant and graceful.
Transcendental.
Thin and beautiful.
Beautiful and hidden.
The more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.
No one dared to make a sound at this moment, and even their breathing was deliberately slowed down, for fear of disturbing Wang Qian, or disturbing the calligraphy characters that seemed to come alive.
Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at the thin gold font that emerged from under the brush.
Qingping tune.
The clouds look like clothes and the flowers look like beauty; the spring breeze blows across the threshold and the dew drops on the face make it gorgeous.
If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace.
Every stroke is casual and natural, just like the water flowing down the mountains. Its traces of flow are natural, without any deliberate traces. It is all natural and is the choice of nature.
Wang Qian's handwriting also shows this kind of expression at this moment. Every stroke seems to be the result of nature, without many traces of human intervention.
Finished.
Wang Qian put down his brush and felt a little unsteady on his feet.
It feels like the body has been hollowed out.
Qin Xuerong was not as dedicated as the others and focused more on Wang Qian.
So, when Wang Qian put down the brush, she immediately stepped forward, held Wang Qian's arm, her face full of concern.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue also woke up immediately and came together to help support Wang Qian. The three of them, two in front and one behind, helped Wang Qian sit down on the sofa.
Qin Xuerong took the towel and wiped Wang Qian's sweat again.
Jiang Yu held the cup of water and personally handed it to Wang Qian's mouth. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. He moved very carefully, afraid of hurting Wang Qian.
Murong Yue's face also showed some distress. She gently rubbed Wang Qian's writing arm with both hands and muttered in a low voice: "You are tired. Don't try to continue writing. You can write next time."
At this moment, the three of them seemed to have become Wang Qian's girlfriends.
This made Wang Qian a little stunned.
What are these three doing
Wang Qian instinctively took a sip of the water that Jiang Yu handed over and glanced at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu woke up immediately, blushed, stood up and left with the cup of water.
Murong Yue stopped rubbing Wang Qian's arm, coughed lightly, stood up and walked to the table, and admired Wang Qian's three calligraphy works with Li Xiyan and the other two.
Qin Xuerong glared at his two childhood friends, then rubbed Wang Qian's hair vigorously, gently pulled his ear, poured Wang Qian another glass of water, put it in Wang Qian's hand, and let him drink the water himself.
At this time.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan turned around and looked away from the calligraphy and looked at Wang Qian.
Tao Zhishan gave Wang Qian a thumbs up and said admiringly: "I heard someone say that Professor Wang is the best young calligrapher of our time and the first master of calligraphy to establish a school in the past few hundred years. I scoffed at that time. Now that I see him today, I realize that I am narrow-minded."
"Professor Wang's self-created Slender Gold calligraphy really opened my eyes. No wonder it attracted millions of people to buy it. Every character is a rare masterpiece. The person is like his calligraphy, and the calligraphy is like him. The natural charm in it makes me yearn for it."
“Very impressive.”
Although Tao Zhishan did not practice calligraphy for decades like Li Xiyan, he occasionally practiced calligraphy in his spare time to cultivate his sentiments, so his calligraphy level is quite good, and his level of knowledge is extremely high. His home has collected many works of modern and contemporary calligraphy masters, and there are also one or two antique-level calligraphy works.
Therefore, his high evaluation is extremely rare and has a certain authority.
Li Xiyan bowed lightly to Wang Qian.
Everyone present was shocked.
Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong hurriedly stepped forward and held Li Xiyan's hands. They could not bear such a great gift and were even more afraid that Li Xiyan's body could not hold on. If he had an accident here, it would be a serious crime.
"Professor Li, what are you doing? I can't bear it, I can't bear it! Get up quickly, please get up quickly..."
Wang Qian said hurriedly.
Tao Zhishan, He Chaohui and others looked at Li Xiyan in shock and confusion, and then quickly came up to support Li Xiyan.
After all, Li Xiyan came here with them. If something bad happened to him here, they would not be able to face the people in the circle when they return, let alone explain to his family.
Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian solemnly, then stood up and said in a serious tone, "Professor Wang, I have seen many calligraphy masters write on the spot in my life, but only you made me truly feel what artistic conception is. I have benefited a lot from you. When I go back this time, maybe after a while, China will have another calligraphy master."
"And this is all thanks to what the professor has given me today. I, Li Xiyan, can die with a smile on my face even when I am in a coffin. Thank you very much..."
Li Xiyan finally said thank you sincerely to Wang Qian, with excitement in his tone.
Everyone then understood why Li Xiyan's emotions suddenly became so excited.
turn out to be…
It was under the influence of Wang Qian's calligraphy that Li Xiyan realized the realm of a master of calligraphy.
It broke the barrier that had hindered Li Xiyan for more than ten years!
Any calligrapher who truly loves calligraphy would be excited and would definitely be grateful to Wang Qian.
In ancient times, this was the grace of imparting knowledge.
If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.
Li Xiyan had this feeling at the moment.
Neither Tao Zhishan nor He Chaohui had expected that bringing Li Xiyan here would lead to such a gain, and they couldn't help but smile.
Wang Qian said hurriedly, "Professor Li, please don't say that. You can comprehend a deeper level of calligraphy because you have accumulated enough knowledge. I can't help you much. Please don't say that. I can't bear it."
Li Xiyan patted Wang Qian's hand and said, "You are too modest, Professor Wang. Modesty is a rare quality, but sometimes it can also be a shackle and restriction."
Wang Qian smiled but said nothing.
They sat down again and exchanged a few words.
Then, I noticed the contents of Wang Qian's three works.
Li Xiyan said: "The two poems about plum blossoms written by Professor Wang are both rare masterpieces. I have met Xiao Dongmei, and these two works are indeed very suitable for her. Xiao Dongmei must be eager to treasure these two works. This Qingping Tune is very beautifully written. I think the woman must be a fairy-like figure, right?"
Qin Xuerong said softly: "Her name is Yu Jingruo, she also graduated from Beijing Film Academy, and she is an old classmate of Wang Qian. She is indeed like a fairy."
Li Xiyan's eyes lit up. "Oh? It's Jing Ruo? That's right. This poem is very suitable for her. This child has been cold and aloof since she was young. I didn't expect that she would study acting when she grew up. I saw her two years ago. From a distance, she really looked like a fairy. It's a pity that she is old and has not yet started a family."
Wang Qian was a little surprised: "Professor Li knows Yu Jingruo?"
Li Xiyan nodded: "I have met her several times. Her grandfather and I are close friends."
Wang Qian didn't ask any more questions.
He didn't want to ask too much about Yu Jingruo's family.
Li Xiyan just stopped there and didn't say much.
Several people once again admired Wang Qian's three calligraphy works.
Each painting is more charming than the last.
This is also the result of Wang Qian's continuous accumulation of energy and spirit. The last stage of Qingping Diao is the peak.
However, this is Wang Qian's limit.
After finishing Qingping Diao, I almost couldn’t stand and couldn’t write another word.
Maybe he won't want to write in the next few days.
Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui both looked at the three calligraphy works, their expressions eager to try but hesitant to speak. Both of them wanted to take any one of the three calligraphy works home to collect.
Tao Zhishan himself has top-notch appreciation ability and he also likes calligraphy, so he likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and he is also certain that Wang Qian's calligraphy works will become extremely valuable collections in the future. Collecting one or two pairs now can enrich his collection.
He is not after money, but the cultural heritage in his collection. Simply put, he wants to be able to show off in the circle in the future.
He Chaohui, seeing how much Li Xiyan praised Wang Qian's calligraphy, also wanted to collect a painting and hang it at home in order to enhance the cultural heritage of his family.
However, neither of them was in a position to speak.
Because they came to Wang Qian this time to ask for help.
Now that you’re leaving, you’re still taking things with you
That's too thick-skinned.
As for Li Xiyan, although he also wanted Wang Qian's three calligraphy works, he would never ask for them.
Because he felt that under Wang Qian's influence, he had taken the final step, passed the door, and realized the master-level realm of calligraphy, which was already a huge achievement. In his heart, he owed Wang Qian a huge favor.
Do you also want Wang Qian’s calligraphy works
Li Xiyan thought he still had some face to save, so he immediately put the idea to rest. He just wanted to go back and practice it.
Moreover, he felt that he had a deeper understanding of Wang Qian's Slender Gold calligraphy.
After all, he gained the artistic conception of calligraphy by observing Wang Qian's writing of the Slender Gold style calligraphy, and was himself influenced by the spirit of Wang Qian's Slender Gold style calligraphy. Therefore, in the future, when he truly enters the realm of master calligraphy, he will naturally and slowly write Wang Qian's Slender Gold style calligraphy, because this is the spirit he has gained.
Perhaps, he will be the second master calligrapher in the field of Slender Gold calligraphy in the future.
Qin Xuerong seemed not to notice the expressions of Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui. She carefully put away Wang Qian's three calligraphy works and planned to find someone to frame them later as a collection for herself and Wang Qian.
At this point, Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui were both a little disappointed, but they put their thoughts aside, drank a glass of water, chatted for a few more minutes, and then said goodbye to Wang Qian.
They also had an appointment with Mo Yin's people to discuss something, and it was getting late, so they had to get there as soon as possible.
After the excitement just now, Li Xiyan was a little tired. Wang Qian and Jiang Yu helped him downstairs and put him in the car.
Wang Qian waved goodbye to the three people.
Li Xiyan said to Wang Qian: "Professor Wang, please come to my house next time you come to Beijing. I really like your thin gold style calligraphy. I would also like you to give me some advice on my calligraphy next time."
Tao Zhishan also said: "Today I have broadened my horizons. Professor Wang is truly worthy of the title of the best calligrapher of the younger generation."
He Chaohui had the lowest status. He just smiled and nodded to Wang Qian, and said softly: "Professor Wang, I look forward to your next visit to CAFM. But I hope you can communicate with me in advance, and I will arrange everything for you."
Wang Qian agreed readily.
Anyway, he will go to the capital city at that time, so just agree to it.
Don't worry about having too much debt.
When there are too many lice, I don’t care whether they itch or not.
Sent three people away.
Wang Qian and the other three were a little tired.
However, Murong Yue and Jiang Yu also took the opportunity to say goodbye.
They didn't want to stay and be a light bulb. Wang Qian's house was not as big as the villa, and there was not enough space for them to hide, so they simply said goodbye and went to live in their original villa.
Qin Xuerong went to see them off in person.
Wang Qian went back to his house to rest.
Everyone left...
Wang Qian lay alone on the sofa, feeling unprecedented relaxation and freedom.
Everything is gone with the wind.
I haven't felt this way in a long time.
It's like going back to the time when I was single.
Wang Qian closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep without realizing it.
Today, he was really tired.
Giving lectures and writing calligraphy works are both extremely mentally and physically demanding tasks.
I don’t know how long I slept.
Wang Qian felt someone touching his face and slowly opened his eyes.
I saw a somewhat familiar face appear in front of me.
She looks a bit like Qin Xuerong...
But... it's not Xue Rong!
Compared with Qin Xuerong, she has more scholarly air and a hint of the independent temperament of a strong woman.
yes…
Qin Xuehong
Wang Qian woke up immediately.
He opened his eyes wide and saw clearly the figure sitting on the sofa in front of him, with a hand gently rubbing his cheek.
It was Qin Xuehong.
Qin Xuehong was wearing a grey windbreaker with a white shirt underneath. Her hair was casually tied up on top of her head into a simple bun. She had a smile on her intellectual and beautiful face. When she saw Wang Qian wake up, she smiled and asked, "Why, are you surprised to see me?"
Wang Qian nodded: "When did Sister Xuehong come? How did you get in?"
Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian's face without blinking: "I just came here, and I asked Xuerong for the key last time. I will occasionally come to your place to stay for a few days and find inspiration for life in the small house."
Wow, there is no inspiration living in a big villa, so you come to a small house of over 100 square meters to find inspiration and experience the hardships of ordinary people
But the house is worth several million, which is not enough for ordinary people...
The Versailles literary performance began unnaturally.
Wang Qian said "oh".
Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian: "I know, it was Xuerong who pursued you, right?"
Wang Qian thought about it and nodded.
Qin Xuehong smiled and said with a hint of regret: "If I had known you first, I would have pursued you, and I would not have given up until I succeeded. In this respect, Xuerong and I are very similar. We two sisters are like my father. If we want to do something, we must succeed. If we want something, we must find a way to get it."
"I really want you now, what should I do?"
Qin Xuerong's eyes were filled with a strong desire for possession as she stared at Wang Qian, her hand still gently sliding across Wang Qian's cheek.