In the bedroom, the conversation continued.
"Why is it that you always come up short compared to me?" Ying Yuexuan said. "My achievements in calligraphy and painting aren't as high as my sister's, I can't even step into the Hua Country Calligraphers Association."
Zhong Manhua did not feel comforted.
Her voice was almost resentful, "What else besides that? What else? Yes, there's the piano, that concert was indeed great, playing Vera Hall's pieces."
"But these are all things socialites should know. She learned them and didn't say anything to me, you told her to study, to do scientific research like you do, would she? Has she ever listened to me?"
Under normal circumstances, if Zijin knew these things, Manhua would have been thrilled, and she would have glowed with pride.
But before she could enjoy this glory, Zijin said she wanted to cut ties with them. Where does that leave her face?