The problem was, ever since Lu Xue returned to China, she hadn't painted any new works.
Han Xiaolv wasn't worried about Lu Xue's income. She knew that in the art - painting business, one could go three years without a sale but make enough for years with one big deal. Lu Xue was already a well - to - do young woman.
What she was truly concerned about was how Lu Xue could break through her creative bottleneck.
As a newly - rising artist, if she got stuck in a creative rut for a decade or two and couldn't produce new works, the popularity she'd painstakingly built up would likely fade from people's memories.
"Is there anything I can do to help? Think about how you can break through this bottleneck," Han Xiaolv said suddenly, after her mind had been wandering with all sorts of ideas.
"Have you never been in love? Let me tell you, falling in love can be a great source of artistic inspiration. I suggest you, a single dog who's been single for twenty years, go find a boyfriend right away."
Lu Xue was amused and shook her head helplessly.
"It's not related to that. Besides, you know I'm a celibate."
Han Xiaolv's face fell.
"Then what do you suggest? Do you know how many major auction houses, big companies, and private collectors have contacted me via email, hoping to buy your new works?"
As she spoke, Han Xiaolv started pulling out a list from her backpack and showed it to Lu Xue item by item.
As Lu Xue listened to her rambling on, she gradually felt sleepy.
When Han Xiaolv looked up, she found Lu Xue dozing off on the sofa. She was completely out of patience.
...
Mu Ziyue was stomping her feet in her room in anger, but her curiosity was still focused on the conversation downstairs.
She craned her neck to listen carefully to what the two were talking about in the living room downstairs, but due to the distance, she could only hear a faint murmur and couldn't make out the specific content.
Disappointed and fuming, she simply called Ding Muyun over.
Ding Muyun arrived quickly. She entered Mu Ziyue's room and spent a while soothing her with a smile.
"Lu Xue is just meeting a friend downstairs. It's no big deal. Don't be so angry," Ding Muyun said.
Mu Ziyue snorted.
"I think her friend is quite self - centered. As soon as she came in, she didn't act like a guest at all and opened several bags of snacks in my house! Birds of a feather flock together. Like attracts like."
Ding Muyun sat down and chatted with Mu Ziyue for a while.
Suddenly, as if she'd just remembered something, Ding Muyun asked, "Mu Ziyue, where's your colorful small square scarf? It's not in your room."
Mu Ziyue looked around but didn't see the scarf and didn't care.
She had so many luxury items in her wardrobe that she didn't really care about this silk scarf. She just waved her hand and said, "Maybe it's in some other place. Ask the aunts to look for it later."
At this moment, Ding Muyun pretended to suddenly realize something and said, "When I came up just now, I saw your small square scarf on the downstairs sofa. Do you want to go and get it now?"
Mu Ziyue said impatiently, "It's okay. Since it's there, let it be. I don't need it now."
Ding Muyun then casually advised, "That's not good. After all, both Han Xiaolv and Lu Xue are on that sofa. What if they use the scarf..."
Mu Ziyue suddenly jumped up, just realizing this possibility.
She rushed downstairs immediately, thinking that her things must never be touched by those two girls, or she'd be disgusted.
But Mu Ziyue was too late.
When she rushed downstairs, she let out a scream and found that her small square scarf was already in Han Xiaolv's hand.
Han Xiaolv was stunned and felt at a loss in the face of the scream, still holding the scarf in her hand. Mu Ziyue's hands were trembling, and she was almost going crazy.
"You... you actually touched my stuff..."
What was even more unacceptable was that there was some yellowish - white sticky stuff on the small square scarf in Han Xiaolv's hand.
If you looked closely, you'd find it was the snot Han Xiaolv had just blown out.
Realizing this, Mu Ziyue let out a scream and almost fainted.
At the same time, a huge wave of anger welled up. She rushed over and almost screamed hysterically in Han Xiaolv's face.
"You used my small square scarf to wipe your nose. Do you know what you've done?"
Han Xiaolv hadn't fully reacted yet. She just looked down at the handkerchief in her hand and then peeked at Mu Ziyue's furious face.
Han Xiaolv had caught a cold recently and had to blow her nose from time to time.
Just now, she couldn't find any tissues at hand. Looking around, she saw this small handkerchief casually thrown aside.
If it had been something too expensive, Han Xiaolv naturally wouldn't have touched it.