The ancient war between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in a wealthy family

The noise of the exhibition gradually faded away, and the aftertaste of the champagne was still lingering, but I didn't feel a bit relieved.

Zhan Yu’s gentleness and firmness certainly gave me great comfort, but I knew in my heart that this “war” was far from over.

Sure enough, trouble came faster than expected.

Right after the exhibition ended, I heard rumors spreading in the art world that the works in the exhibition were fakes and that the exhibition itself was a money laundering scam.

These rumors spread like a virus, and before I even had time to breathe a sigh of relief, I felt surrounded by an invisible pressure.

"Young Madam, you don't look well." Xiaomei looked at me worriedly.

I forced a smile: "It's okay, just a little tired." Tired?

It's more than just tiring, I feel like I'm walking on a tightrope, and if I'm not careful I'll fall into the abyss.

I immediately opened the art review website, and those harsh comments pierced my eyes like needles.

"Fake exhibition", "money laundering", "scam"... these words filled the entire screen, and the originally lively discussion area was now full of doubts and insults.

I felt dizzy and my heart was pounding.

Is the reputation of the Zhan family and my efforts going to go to waste like this?

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. Now was not the time to panic. I had to find a solution.

The first person that came to my mind was artist Su. This highly respected old gentleman enjoys extremely high prestige in the art world and he has publicly expressed his support for the exhibition many times.

If he could come forward to clarify, perhaps the situation could be turned around.

I immediately called Artist Su, and his steady voice came from the other end of the line: "Miss Bai, what's going on?"

I briefly explained the situation, my tone barely concealing my anxiety. After listening, Artist Su was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand. I'll take care of it."

His words, though brief, gave me immense hope. I felt like I had grabbed a lifeline, and my heart relaxed a little.

However, things were not as simple as I thought.

Shortly after Artist Su issued a statement in support of the exhibition, an article signed by an "art critic" appeared online, refuting Artist Su's statement point by point, and even suggesting that Artist Su had accepted benefits from the Zhan family and was speaking for the exhibition against his conscience.

The appearance of this article undoubtedly made the situation worse, and public opinion, which had already begun to waver, turned negative again.

I looked at the malicious comments on the screen and felt a surge of anger burning in my chest.

At this moment, Zhan Yu pushed the door open and walked in. He immediately saw my pale face and clenched fists. "What's wrong?" He walked over to me and asked softly.

I told him what happened, with a trembling tone in my voice. After listening to it, Zhan Yu's face became solemn.

He reached out and held me in his arms, and his low voice sounded in my ears: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

His embrace was warm and strong, giving me great comfort. I raised my head and looked into Zhan Yu's resolute eyes, and suddenly an inexplicable power surged in my heart.

"Someone is behind this," I said firmly, "I'm going to find that person and make him pay!"

Zhan Yu's mouth corners rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "I think so too." He picked up the phone and dialed a number... "Help me check..." His voice was low and powerful, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

I quickly contacted artist Su, who had supported us before, and he agreed without hesitation to help me issue a statement in support of the exhibition.

Artist Su is highly respected in the art world. Once his statement was released, it immediately caused a huge response. Many people who were originally wavering began to re-examine the exhibition, and those harsh voices of doubt gradually weakened.

I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like the huge rock pressing on my chest had finally moved away a little.

But I was happy too early.

Mo's ex-girlfriend, the woman who was as entangled as a shadow, jumped out again.

She contacted some small, second-rate media outlets and continued to spread rumors to discredit the exhibition. She even fabricated some "black material" about Zhan Yu and me, trying to drag us down completely.

A wave of public opinion storm has once again been set off on the Internet, and those disgusting comments have come like a tide, almost drowning me.

I was furious, but I also knew that I couldn't lose my composure at this moment.

I began to refute the malicious comments one by one, and counter the groundless accusations with facts and evidence.

Zhan Yu also used his connections to control public opinion and delete malicious comments.

We were like two warriors, back to back, defending against attacks from all sides.

Ex-girlfriend Mo obviously underestimated my determination and ability.

She thought she could defeat me with some little tricks, but she didn't expect that I was more tenacious and more difficult to deal with than she imagined.

I am not the kind of weak woman who can be bullied by others. Miss Bai's pride and backbone will not allow me to bow my head and admit defeat.

This war of public opinion lasted for several days, with both sides going back and forth and neither side giving in.

I gradually discovered that although Mo’s ex-girlfriend’s remarks seemed sharp, there were many loopholes in them.

In order to discredit me, she even fabricated some "evidence" that did not exist at all. These loopholes are her biggest weaknesses.

I began to secretly collect evidence and contacted an art critic named Shen, who was more influential in the art world than Artist Su.

Art critic Shen is an upright person with unique vision and enjoys a very high reputation in the circle.

I organized the evidence I had collected, then visited him in person and explained the truth of the matter to him in detail.

After listening to my story, art critic Shen frowned and fell into deep thought.

He picked up the information I provided, looked through it carefully, and sighed from time to time.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. I nervously waited for his final decision, and beads of sweat appeared on my palms.

After a long moment, art critic Shen raised his head, looked at me with a sharp gaze, and slowly said, "Miss Bai..."

"Ms. Bai, I believe you." Art critic Shen's words were like a ray of light, illuminating my uneasy heart.

"Your evidence is conclusive. Miss Mo's actions are indeed malicious and slanderous." He paused, his tone more resolute, "I will truthfully disclose all of this to the public in my column."

I could hardly believe my ears.

Art critic Shen's column plays an important role in the art circle, and his voice is even greater than that of artist Su.

If he can help me clarify, then I can completely turn the tables in this public opinion war.

I suppressed my excitement and bowed deeply to him, "Thank you, Mr. Shen. I will never forget your kindness."

Art critic Shen smiled and waved his hand. "I'm just speaking the truth. What the art world needs is fairness and justice, not this kind of malicious slander and defamation."

The next day, art critic Shen's column was published as scheduled.

The article analyzed the works of this exhibition in detail from an objective and fair perspective, affirmed my artistic attainments and curatorial ability, and at the same time ruthlessly exposed the malicious smearing behavior of Mo's ex-girlfriend, and cited a large amount of evidence to prove that her remarks were false and were an act of revenge based on personal grudges.

This article was like a bomb, causing a huge shock in the art circle.

The media and netizens who were previously misled by Mo's ex-girlfriend have changed their tune and begun to condemn her despicable behavior.

The lies carefully woven by Mo's ex-girlfriend were completely exposed, and she once again became the target of public criticism and her reputation was ruined.

I looked at the comments online that supported me, and my heart was filled with the joy of victory.

I finally won this battle of public opinion!

I picked up my phone and called Zhan Yu, eager to share the good news with him.

"Zhan Yu, we won!" There was a slight tremor in my voice, a mixture of excitement and relief.

On the other end of the phone, Zhan Yu's voice was low and gentle, "I know, I always believe in you."

"Thank you, Zhan Yu, for always being with me." My voice choked and tears blurred my vision.

"Silly boy, we are husband and wife, we should support each other." Zhan Yu's voice was full of doting, "From now on, I will protect you more carefully and will not let anyone hurt you again."

I leaned on the sofa, listening to Zhan Yu's gentle words, my heart filled with warmth and security.

Although the crisis was temporarily resolved, I felt that there seemed to be a bigger conspiracy behind it, and an uneasy premonition came to my mind.

At this moment, the doorbell rang...

I took a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and stood up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a delivery guy holding a package.

"Miss Bai, please sign for your delivery."

I took the package, feeling confused because I hadn't done any online shopping recently.

When I opened it, I saw an exquisite wooden box inside. When I opened the box, I saw an antique necklace inside. It was exquisitely crafted and obviously worth a lot of money.

But I felt inexplicably uneasy. This thing came too strangely.

Just as I was puzzled, my phone rang. It was Zhan Yu. "Are you okay? Have you calmed down?" His voice was full of concern.

"Well, much better. Thank you, Zhanyu." I tried to make my voice sound calmer. "It's just... I just received a package containing an antique necklace. I don't know who sent it."

Zhan Yu's voice suddenly became serious, "Did you accept the necklace?"

"Yes, I've signed for it." I realized that I might have done something wrong, and there was a hint of regret in my tone.

"Don't touch the necklace yet, I'll be back soon." After saying that, Zhan Yu hurriedly hung up the phone.

His tone made me even more uneasy. What was going on? What did this necklace represent? I held my phone, my palms sweating slightly.

In less than half an hour, Zhan Yu rushed back.

As soon as he entered the room, he came straight towards me. When he saw the necklace in my hand, his face suddenly darkened.

"It's a good thing you didn't wear it." He took the necklace from my hand, looked at it carefully, and frowned.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this necklace?" I asked nervously.

Zhan Yu didn't answer my question directly. Instead, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Lao Zhang, help me check the origin of this necklace." He said a few words briefly, then hung up the phone and looked at me. "This necklace is very old, and..." He paused, "I suspect it's coated with some special medicine."

My heart sank. Coated with medicine?

Are you trying to frame me?

Who is doing this and why?

Mo's ex-girlfriend?

Or is there someone else?

I suddenly remembered the strange coincidences at the previous exhibition, and the fact that there seemed to be someone behind Mo's ex-girlfriend.

Is all this part of a bigger conspiracy?

And the target of this conspiracy is me?

Zhan Yu held me in his arms and patted my back gently, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." His tone was firm and gentle, but it made me even more uneasy.

What kind of turbulent waves are hidden behind this gentleness?

In the next few days, Zhan Yu stayed by my side every step of the way, strengthened the security measures at home, and even paid special attention to my diet.

The more cautious he was, the more uneasy I felt.

It felt like the calm before the storm, and it was suffocating.

I always feel that this smear campaign is just the tip of the iceberg, and there is a bigger crisis hidden behind it.

And this crisis seems to be related to certain dark forces in the art world.

I vaguely feel that Tsai Gallery may be one of the sources of the smear campaign.

I have to find out the truth and not just sit there and wait for danger to come.

So I decided to go to the owner of Cai Gallery to find out the truth.

But as soon as I arrived at the door of the gallery, I hesitated... Boss Cai was standing at the door, looking at me with a smile, as if he had expected me to come.