Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 76: What Exactly is Her Identity

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: What Exactly is Her Identity

Old Mrs. Fu was celebrating her birthday, and Ye Yan was going back to Hong Kong with Fu Xingzhou.

Taking the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge from Ao City directly to Xiangjiang took just an hour, a common commute for many office workers.

It was not Ye Yan’s first visit to Hong Kong, yet it was the first time he formally attended a Fu Family banquet.

Old Mrs. Fu’s birthday was sure to cause a sensation in the upper circles of Hong Kong, with many waiting for this day to foster ties with the Fu Family.

Old Mrs. Fu was trimming flowers in the courtyard while the butler stood beside her with a bamboo basket, catching the trimmed branches.

"Has Xingzhou not arrived yet?"

"He just called and has entered the port; he’ll be here soon," the butler said with a smile, "The old lady must be missing her grandson, right?"

Old Mrs. Fu smiled, "Is Ah Yan here too?"

"He is."

Aside from Fu Xingzhou, Old Mrs. Fu had four grandsons, but Fu Xingzhou was personally raised by her, making their relationship special compared to others.

No one in the Fu Family would dare compete with Fu Xingzhou for her favor.

"Old Mrs., a Miss Nangong has brought a gift to wish you longevity," a servant said respectfully at the door.

"Let her go to the side hall, and remember to thank her."

The servant said, "This Miss Nangong has brought Cheng Daqian’s ’Hundred Sons Play’."

The young lady had emphasized this point to him and had secretly slipped him an envelope.

Old Mrs. Fu placed the scissors in the basket, clearly a bit tired.

Hearing the words "Hundred Sons Play", her eyes narrowed, "Cheng Daqian’s ’Hundred Sons Play’ must be quite expensive. This Miss Nangong is indeed thoughtful."

The butler helped Old Mrs. Fu as they walked back.

"Go tell the young lady that all the famous paintings I’ve collected over the years have been donated to the museum. It’s better to enjoy things as a community rather than alone. Famous paintings should be appreciated by everyone; that’s the essence of their existence."

The servant was momentarily stunned.

"I won’t accept this painting. If she insists on giving it, it should be sent to the Hong Kong History Museum to be donated to Dean Chen. I’m tired and will take a nap now. Wake me when Xingzhou and Ah Yan arrive."

After the servant left, he relayed Old Mrs. Fu’s message to Nangong Yan unchanged.

"All the old lady’s paintings have been donated?" Nangong Yan felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, chilling her from head to toe.

"Yes, she just donated them three days ago."

"It’s over," Nangong Yan collapsed onto a sofa, her entire body trembling.

She had spent twenty-five million purchasing the famous painting, intending to use it to meet Old Mrs. Fu. Who would have thought that the old lady would suddenly donate all her paintings?

Now, holding this painting, she was in a dilemma whether to send it or not.

If sent, it would definitely end up in the museum, rendering her twenty-five million wasted; if not sent, it would seem to Old Mrs. Fu that she lacked sincerity, undoubtedly creating a bad impression.

Nangong Yan regretted her impulsive purchase, wondering why she had been crazy enough to buy it.

The servant led Nangong Yan to the side hall.

Given Old Mrs. Fu’s ill health, she was unlikely to meet guests easily, so the identity of today’s visitors being generally ordinary, they all dined in the side hall.

Being a well-known female painter in Ao City, Nangong Yan found herself little recognized here in Hong Kong, her presence somewhat forlorn as she sat in a corner.

Two-hundred fifty thousand had not only landed her in an unwelcome side hall but also hadn’t even secured her an audience with Old Mrs. Fu. At this moment, Nangong Yan just wanted to find a place to cry.

Outside the window was the main entrance to the Fu Family garden, amidst blooming flowers, someone was walking softly through the sunlight.

From Nangong Yan’s position, she could clearly see the approaching figure.

Dressed plainly but with an exceptional demeanor, she moved lightly through the flowers, her fluttering white dress making her seem like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

Nangong Yan recognized her instantly; she was the woman who had fought with her for the painting at the auction.

If it wasn’t for her constant bidding up, her twenty-five million wouldn’t have gone down the drain.

Thinking this, Nangong Yan immediately got up and walked out.

Ye Yan and Fu Xingzhou separated at the main entrance, he had just come home, and he certainly needed to greet Fu Wei Jun. The Fu Family, knowing she disliked socializing, had let her go directly to the back garden to find Old Mrs. Fu.

"You, stop right there."

The voice that suddenly sounded behind her caught her off guard.

Ye Yan turned around and saw Nangong Yan approaching with large strides.

Since she had bought the "Hundred Sons Play" painting, Ye Yan had guessed she was preparing for Old Mrs. Fu’s birthday banquet.

She could only sigh: painters really are wealthy.

"Does Miss Nangong need something?"

Nangong Yan wasn’t surprised that she knew her, after all, she was a well-known painter whose exhibitions had reached the inland.

"Why did you deliberately target me at the auction that day?"

Ye Yan blinked innocently, "Miss Nangong and I both really wanted that painting, highest bidder wins, where do you get the idea I was deliberately targeting you?"

"You kept raising the price."

"If the auction had allowed lowering the price, I would have been happy to help Miss Nangong bring the price down," Ye Yan paused, "Moreover, there was another buyer at the time, she was the one who kept raising the price, wasn’t she?"

Nangong Yan thought about it carefully and felt there was some truth to her words.

"Are you also here for the Old Madam’s birthday banquet?" Nangong Yan never really regarded Ye Yan highly, thinking if she were a proper guest, who would enter through the back door and cross the garden?

"Mm." Ye Yan smiled politely, "I’ll be leaving first."

"The side hall is here," Nangong Yan reminded her, "That way leads to the Old Madam’s courtyard."

This woman must be trying to bypass and take the back door since she couldn’t see Old Mrs. Fu, but she was too foolish, how could just anyone be allowed into Old Mrs. Fu’s courtyard.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Nangong Yan’s words didn’t stop Ye Yan from walking through the garden, heading straight towards Old Mrs. Fu’s compound.

Old Mrs. Fu loved peace and usually lived in a small courtyard on one side of the garden, rarely entertaining guests apart from family visits.

"She really overestimates herself." Nangong Yan wasn’t in a hurry to leave; she wanted to see how Ye Yan would be thrown out, and she was sure it would be quite embarrassing.

How could she dare enter a place even she couldn’t access?

But the reality ultimately let her down.

A matronly figure resembling a housekeeper appeared at the courtyard gate, warmly spoke with Ye Yan, and then opened the gate wide, letting Ye Yan enter with utmost respect and propriety.

Nangong Yan witnessed this scene and almost exploded with rage.

At that moment, a servant of the Fu Family happened to walk by, and Nangong Yan grabbed him.

"What is the identity of that woman, and why can she enter the backyard?"

The servant, stunned by her question, replied, "Miss, which woman are you talking about?"

"Right there, she just went in," Nangong Yan pointed towards the courtyard gate.

The servant glanced over and cordially smiled, "That is Old Mrs. Fu’s courtyard, those who can enter are surely Fu Family people."

Fu Family? Impossible!

She had thoroughly studied the Fu Family’s structure long ago.

Fu Wei Jun had four children and three wives, none of whom were this woman.

"She must be plotting something sinister, quickly go and find your Second Young Master," Nangong Yan became even more certain of her suspicion.