The housemaid broke in like that, and Wan Chuchu looked at the sky, pretending not to have heard anything. Painter Liu waved nonchalantly:
"It's just some money, not worth mentioning. I really like this painting and have no intention of selling it. As long as you help me this time—no, help my wife this time—I'll give this painting to your family."
Such an air of treating money like dirt, the housemaid clicked her tongue twice again, and Wan Chuchu was speechless.
Wan Chuchu was unmoved and said to Painter Liu, "I want to keep this painting. After all, it depicts a member of our family. You painted it without our consent, which infringes on our portrait rights. Of course, your painting skills are indeed excellent. I'll have someone appraise it and give you 30% of its price. As for helping your wife, I'm sorry, I can't. I won't force my friends to do what they don't want to do, nor do I have the ability to."
The meaning was: the painting stays, but there's no help.
