We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

An international flight from New York to Jincheng landed at the airport.

The first thing Fu Ruoshi did when he landed was to look at his phone.

He flipped from text messages to WeChat, and then to Moments, but still didn't see Wen Zhixia's message.

I used to be the one who didn't reply to her messages, but now it's her turn to remain silent.

"Mr. Fu, are you going back to the villa later?" Liu Zhen asked, "or are you going to the company?"

Fu Ruoshi thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

He picked it up and spoke a few words in English, then said, "No, I'm going to the CBD to meet an investor."

When Wen Zhixia arrived at the gallery, it was already surrounded by people.

Xu Hui was in the middle of the hall, holding the microphone and giving an introduction.

There were many people standing around, many of them were her fans.

There was free afternoon tea next to the door. Wen Zhixia poured herself a glass of iced American coffee and drank while looking at the first picture.

She stood in front of a painting with a fawn in the center. There was a hint of naive fear in her dark eyes as she cautiously observed the visitor.

Xu Hui is quite talented. She was amazed that he could draw a deer so lifelike.

On the other side, Xu Hui finished her opening speech and went off the stage to touch up her makeup.

"Huier," her good sister Yu Qian came over, "the one at the door, does that look like the Wen Zhixia you mentioned?"

Xu Hui immediately looked up.

"how do you know?"

"Didn't you show me her photos from her WeChat Moments?" Yu Qian flattered her. "She is pretty, but you are nowhere near as pretty."

Xu Hui smiled with enjoyment.

"Didn't you say that Fu Ruoshi wanted to divorce her?" Yu Qian asked again, "I saw on the news the other day that his company went public. Are they getting divorced or not?"

In fact, Xu Hui was not sure either.

She clearly remembered Song Ailing telling her that as soon as Fu Ruoshi's company went public, the Fu family would give Wen Zhixia 500,000 yuan and let her leave.

But on Bai Lan's 70th birthday, the old man protected her in front of the whole family.

So she invited Wen Zhixia today to show her goodwill. The old lady was so protective of Wen Zhixia, and if she went too far, there was no guarantee she wouldn't complain.

At present, she couldn't see clearly only Fu Ruoshi's attitude.

But at least she knew that this man who smiled all day long actually had a heart as hard as iron.

He would not love any woman, nor would he do anything that was not good for him. He still kept Wen Zhixia because she was obedient, did not cause trouble, and let him play freely.

But once he takes over the Fu family, the situation will change. For the sake of the overall situation, he will definitely choose a woman who can be more helpful to the family, and the Xu family will be the first to bear the brunt.

Xu Hui could also accept his fickleness and inconsistency, as long as he was at least half focused on her.

"Huier, how much are you asking for that painting?" At this moment, Yu Qian pointed at Wen Zhixia and asked, "She's concentrating so intently, can she understand it?"

"I guess you can't even tell the difference between an oil painting and a watercolor." Xu Hui laughed contemptuously, "I put that up to make up the numbers. It's not worth much."

"Then you wait." Yu Qian sneered, "I'll help you get rid of her."

Xu Hui didn't know what she was going to do, and there were still many fans at the scene who needed to be entertained, so she left her alone and went to get busy.

Wen Zhixia was watching intently when someone patted her on the back.

"you are?"

Yu Qian said with a forced smile, "Miss, you are so beautiful. What kind of painting are you looking at?"

Wen Zhixia smiled and said, "There's a guide at the door, you can ask her."

"I'm socially anxious and don't want to ask," Yu Qian refused to leave. "Tell me about it."

Wen Zhixia thought for a moment and said, "I don't quite understand it, but I think her strong colors and contrast between light and dark suggest a more impressionistic style, focusing on depicting the entire environment. But if you look closely, the composition is also very rigorous. I guess she was influenced by the Soviet school of painting?"

Yu Qian was stunned by what she said.

"I saw it online," Wen Zhixia said frankly, "and this is my first time seeing an art exhibition."

Yu Qian didn't get any benefits and felt unwilling to accept it.

She took advantage of Wen Zhixia's focused gaze and slowly retreated behind her.

"oops!"

Yu Qian screamed and slammed into Wen Zhixia's back.

Wen Zhixia stumbled unexpectedly, spilling the coffee in her hand all over the painting.

"Brother, don't you have eyes?" Yu Qian pointed at the crowd and cursed, "You want to hit me to death? Hey, hey, don't go!" She said as she chased out the door.

Wen Zhixia stared blankly at the painting that she had splashed with coffee, her mind going blank.

It’s over.

As the noise went on, more and more people gathered around.

When everyone saw the painting splashed with coffee, they whispered:

"Can't we take this painting?"

"Who is this? Why are you so careless?"

"This is the first day of their art exhibition."

Facing the sharp gazes, Wen Zhixia felt ashamed, "I didn't mean it... I..."

She tried to find Yu Qian, but she had disappeared without a trace.

Xu Hui came over after hearing the sound.

When she saw her stained painting, her first reaction was that Wen Zhixia did it on purpose.

But with so many fans around, she couldn't curse, so she pretended to be concerned and said to Wen Zhixia, "Are you okay? Did you get burned?"

Sure enough, when Xu Hui said this, some fans started to make a fuss:

"Oh my god, Huihuizi is so nice."

"This is her hard work."

"Isn't this guy a hater who's deliberately causing trouble?"

Faced with everyone's accusations, Wen Zhixia felt ashamed of herself.

Looking at her helpless look, Xu Hui felt secretly happy for some reason.

At this moment, she received a WeChat message from Yu Qian:

[Sister, I'm the bad guy, and you can be the good guy]

【I go first】

It turned out to be her.

Xu Hui suddenly understood.

Yu Qian first made Wen Zhixia look bad in public, and then she pretended to be a good person and didn't care.

This not only establishes the person’s image, but also adds topics to the gallery.

Although it is quite dirty, the effect is great.

Sure enough, a fan pointed at Wen Zhixia and asked, "Who are you? Are you here to cause trouble for the enemy?"

"Check her out!"

"What about the ID card?"

"Don't blame her, she didn't mean it." Xu Hui pretended to comfort Wen Zhixia, "It's okay, there are too many people here, just leave."

Seeing her generosity, Wen Zhixia felt even more guilty. "No, I'll compensate you."

At this moment, a clear voice came into the crowd:

"Huihuizi, I'm a reporter from Jincheng TV. Can I ask you about your creative experience?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fan Xiaolin walking quickly towards them, still wearing her TV station ID card.

When they saw the reporters, everyone consciously made way for them.

Fan Xiaolin walked up and blocked Wen Zhixia behind him.

She looked at Xu Hui and asked, "I'm curious. How did you make the deer's eyes look so lifelike? Especially the treatment of light and shadow. What was your thinking when composing the picture? Can you tell us about it?"

Xu Hui was stunned by this sudden question.

This painting was not drawn by her at all.

Ninety percent of the works in this gallery were painted by art academy students as ghostwriters, and she didn't want to talk about this one at all.

She originally wanted to fool people, but with the arrival of Fan Xiaolin, more and more people gathered around her, making it difficult for her to get away with it.

Seeing her flash of guilt, Fan Xiaolin confirmed his guess.

Before coming, she looked up a lot of gossip about Xu Hui.

Many people say that she drew the picture with a ghostwriter, but there is no solid evidence.

Now that I look at it this way, there might indeed be something fishy going on.

When she came in just now and saw Wen Zhixia surrounded, she knew something was wrong.

She immediately asked a few passers-by and they said that Wen Zhixia spilled coffee on the painting.

But she knew her best friend. At most, she didn't understand the rules of the gallery. But after all, she was holding a scalpel and was so far away from the painting. How could she be so careless?

She asked a few more people, and sure enough, someone said that Wen Zhixia seemed to have been hit by someone.

In addition, as far as she knows, food is generally not allowed in the exhibition area, and precious paintings are separated by glass.

It was understandable that Wen Zhixia didn't understand the exhibition since it was her first time, but Xu Hui, who claimed to be a painter, made such an obvious mistake, which not only proved that the management and planning of the exhibition were chaotic, but also verified her unprofessionalism.

The reporter's keenness made Fan Xiaolin feel that there were many doubts.

"Let's not dwell on such a small matter." Xu Hui pretended to be magnanimous. "You don't have to compensate for this painting. Let's go to the next one."