Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 577: Chapter 577: Looking for Trouble

"He’s still just a kid, you know. If you keep flirting like this, I’ll get jealous," Xu Ke said, pinching the soft flesh on Ariel’s waist.

Ariel felt the mischievous hand on her waist and shyly stuck out her tongue and smiled at Xu Ke.

The boy watched the interaction between Xu Ke and Ariel, and his bright eyes suddenly dimmed. He seemed to become dull and gloomy, even the cowlick on his head wilted.

The painting was completed quickly. As per Ariel’s request, it was beautifully rendered, particularly Ariel’s pair of blue eyes in the painting, which appeared so gentle they seemed ready to drip water.

"Thank you, we really like this painting. This is a token of our appreciation, we hope you accept it."

Although the boy had previously said he would paint for Ariel for free, Xu Ke still intended to pay him for the artwork. After all, the painting was quite well done, and Ariel was even considering framing it to hang in her room.

The boy’s initially downcast mood improved significantly after seeing that Ariel genuinely liked the painting.

"There’s no need. We really hit it off, so consider this painting as a gift from me. Think of it as my way of making a friend," the boy said, scratching his face with his slender fingers, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Thank you, then. Here’s my contact info, feel free to call me if anything comes up," Xu Ke said, looking at the boy until it seemed he might explode from the pressure, then smiled, looked away, and handed him a business card.

wiped his hands on his clothes, ensuring there were

after the boy accepted his card. Though he knew the boy posed no threat, Xu Ke felt

leaving, instead secretly glancing at Ariel one last

Ke and Ariel were stepping away, the boy’s shoulder was suddenly shoved, his paintbrush snatched, and his easel kicked to the ground,

now? Could it be that you realized you’ll certainly lose in the big competition next month and came to scout the area

previously painted picture from the boy’s art basket, examining it. "Our little artist seems completely washed up, coming out

tear my paintings! Put them down now!" The boy’s face turned livid as his artwork was ripped apart, his lips trembling

to rush to retrieve his remaining paintings, but was held back by two others gripping his arms tightly; no amount

and satisfied smile

with your artwork looking like trash, what’s the point of keeping it? You should thank me for getting

the boy shouted, veins bulging on his neck, his previously shy and pretty face twisted with

you’re that genius campus heartthrob artist from before?" The man feigned shock, then burst out laughing. "It’s hilarious! Everyone at school knows you’re washed up and your art is garbage, yet you’re the only one still trapped in past glories," he taunted, holding his belly in laughter, eyes filled with malice and

better than a stray dog by the roadside," he

redder, almost as if blood might drip from them at any moment due to this humilating

said, reappearing