Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 225:

Chapter 225: Chapter 225:

Fu Xingzhou was heading back to Hong Kong and had assigned two bodyguards to secretly protect her.

Although he wasn’t there in person, he made sure Ye Zhun and Fu Xingrui were by her side, carrying bags and handing out water, much to Ye Yan’s delight.

"I think this painting is quite good," Fu Xingrui stood in front of an abstract piece, praising it repeatedly.

Ye Zhun took a look and fully affirmed, "This one must be the best in the show, why don’t we just buy it?"

Just as they were about to call Ye Yan over to discuss, they saw a staff member approach and "open" the painting in front of them.

Inside was a cabinet filled with a complete set of firefighting tools.

After checking that everything was in order, the staff member closed the "painting," and when he turned around, he saw the stunned faces of the two young men.

He smiled politely, "This is a fire cabinet, disguised with a painting for aesthetic purposes."

The two exchanged a glance and sheepishly walked away.

"People without a single artistic cell like you really shouldn’t be brought here," Fu Xingrui grumbled.

Ye Zhun chuckled, "Then you should really go and check your DNA with your mom, otherwise how come you’ve inherited none of her painting genes?"

The staff member must have thought they were two idiots just now.

"What happened?" Ye Yan emerged from the restroom and immediately saw the two young men bickering.

"Big sister, Ye Zhun wanted me to buy the decorative painting on the fire cabinet," Fu Xingrui took the lead in complaining.

"It was he who wanted to give the fire cabinet door to his mom as a gift."

"It’s still because you have no appreciation abilities, mistaking dung for rice."

The two started bickering back and forth.

Ye Yan wasn’t knowledgeable about paintings either; her visit to the art exhibition was solely because she was going stir-crazy at home and wanted some fresh air.

The three of them stood together, staring blankly at each other.

Until Ye Yan spotted a familiar person in the crowd, who obviously saw her as well.

"Mrs. Fu?" Nangong Yan gracefully approached, "I’m not mistaken, it really is Mrs. Fu."

Ye Yan had not expected to encounter an "old acquaintance" here.

However, she didn’t dislike Nangong Yan.

Although she and Fu Xingzhou had been involved in tabloid news together and were even rumored to have shared a presidential suite in the Capital City.

But that matter had been clearly explained to her by Fu Xingzhou.

Nangong Yan had harbored fantasies about Fu Xingzhou, attempting to use him to ascend socially and solidify her own status in the painting and calligraphy circles, but without success.

After facing rejection during Mrs. Fu’s birthday banquet, she had not created further trouble.

"Miss Nangong," Ye Yan nodded in greeting.

Nangong Yan’s gaze swept over Ye Yan’s protruding belly, and she realized, "Congratulations, Mrs. Fu."

"Thank you."

"Is Mrs. Fu looking to buy a painting?"

Ye Yan smiled, looking to Fu Xingrui beside her, "Miss Nangong is an expert in the field of painting and calligraphy, having held multiple exhibitions. You could tell Miss Nangong about the Second Madam’s preferences, and let her help you pick a suitable painting."

"I know you," Fu Xingrui finally remembered Nangong Yan, "My mother really likes your paintings."

Nangong Yan’s paintings were very popular among the ladies of high society.

Nangong Yan had quickly guessed Fu Xingrui’s identity, he must be the son of the Second Madam of the Fu Family, and also the younger brother of Fu Xingzhou.

Seeing the close relationship between Fu Xingrui and Ye Yan showed how favored Ye Yan was.

"Thank you for the Second Madam’s fondness," Nangong Yan said, "I happen to have a few paintings on display, if you are interested, I can introduce them to you."

Under each painting on display, there was a nameplate, listing the name of the artist and the artist’s assistant.

The artist’s assistant, usually gallery staff, was responsible for the sales of the paintings.

Ye Yan saw a painting below which was labeled "Jiang Ying."

"Mrs. Fu?" Nangong Yan noticed Ye Yan standing still, and so she stepped forward to politely ask, "Are you interested in this painting?"

Ye Yan pointed at the painting in front of her, "This person named Jiang Ying, did she used to work at this gallery?"

Nangong Yan said, "She did work at the gallery before, but later became the girlfriend of a big shot and stopped working in this industry."

"Do you know her well?"

"She was my assistant for a while, but I didn’t really like her, so I fired her."

"Could Miss Nangong talk more about this person?"

Fu Xingrui and Ye Zhun were playing games on one side, while Ye Yan and Nangong Yan sat opposite each other, with a waiter serving drinks and dessert.

When Jiang Ying was mentioned, Nangong Yan seemed to have a lot to say.

"I didn’t like her because she looked like a pure and innocent flower on the surface, but she was actually very scheming. Most people who buy paintings here have considerable wealth. Once, I accidentally discovered that she had collected all my customers’ information on her phone. When I asked her what she intended to do, she said it was for customer service. Actually, customer service didn’t need her at all; she was just looking to hook a rich husband."

"Is Tang Jingyao one of Miss Nangong’s customers?"

"He is not," said Nangong Yan. "But Mr. Tang has visited the gallery; he likes the paintings of our national master, Old Qi. After I fired Jiang Ying, she went to Old Qi’s place, and I heard that she not only got romantically involved with male artists but frequently privately connected customers. The person who brokered these connections wasn’t someone else; it was her mother."

Ye Yan was greatly shocked to hear this news.

Jiang Ying appeared gentle and weak, an easy target, but behind the scenes, she had done so much.

What shocked her even more was that her mother was also involved.

Then her acquaintance with Tang Jingyao might not have been a coincidence, but a meticulously planned "chance meeting."

It never occurred to her that such a smart person as Tang Jingyao could be manipulated by others.

"As for what Miss Nangong has said, do you have any evidence?" Ye Yan naturally wouldn’t wholly believe Nangong Yan’s words.

Nangong Yan and Jiang Ying were at odds with each other, so her words would be somewhat biased.

"I have no evidence, but I know one thing," Nangong Yan lowered her voice, "Jiang Ying’s stepfather wasn’t killed in self-defense against domestic violence, but because he filmed Jiang Ying secretly to blackmail her."

"You can’t talk carelessly about this, can you?"

Jiang Ying had already served time for manslaughter; defining it as premeditated murder was beyond their capability.

However, Jiang Ying’s stepfather had long been dead, and the police had concluded their investigations; the case wouldn’t be redefined.

"I personally heard Jiang Ying calling her mother, saying he had evidence on me and Elder Ying and demanded five hundred thousand. Soon after, Jiang Ying’s stepfather came to the gallery, and they had a big quarrel in the stairwell. The next day, Jiang Ying’s stepfather was dead."

"Elder Ying?"

"Elder Ying was my teacher, also one of the top oil painting masters in the industry. However, he was quite lustful, and also, Jiang Ying had been his assistant."

After finishing their conversation with Nangong Yan, they bought two of Nangong Yan’s paintings and left.

As Ye Yan got into the car, her mood remained unsettled for a long time.

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