Hong Kong is in full swing

She originally thought that this trip was proposed by Wei Rongsong as a way to relieve stress.

Wei Rongsong never expected that Yu Wan would view the whole matter in this way, but after thinking about it carefully, it was a good idea so that he wouldn't have to bother making up excuses to explain anything.

"I did intend to go out and relax. Could it be that my indulgence in playfulness is the reason why my legs are now unable to move?"

After hearing this, Yu Wan pondered inwardly. If this causal logic continued, then the problem shouldn't be on these two legs at all...

However, considering the basic courtesy between the two sexes, these words were finally swallowed back into the stomach and not spoken out loud.

"Accidents are all accidents. Don't be superstitious. Okay, I have to go to work. Goodbye."

After Yu Wan said this concisely and clearly, she decisively hung up the phone, turned around and plunged into the seemingly endless work.

She has been really busy lately.

First, there is the challenge of dealing with the diverse clientele in the gallery, each with their own unique needs; then there is the challenge of finding time to paint, a job that demands extreme concentration and creativity.

Occasionally, in her rare free moments, she would even help An Jing search for her twin brother - a difficult task, as searching for a specific person in this huge city was like fishing for an almost invisible needle in a haystack.

Whenever she saw An Jing waiting with hope only to be met with heavy disappointment again and again, her friend Yu Wan, who had been silently supporting her from the side, began to feel deeply helpless and heartbroken.

It turns out that those days of separation and waiting are so torturous for the separated family members!

Amidst such complicated thoughts, she couldn't help but wave the paintbrush in her hand, leaving a trace of her longing for her family on the paper.

The entire creative process seems to have no deliberate arrangement, but the result moves the viewer.

After a brief pause and thinking for a while, Yu Wan decided to send this work, which was filled with deep emotions, to a friend named Lin Jintong.

The other party's reaction after receiving the painting exceeded her expectations: not only did he give it extremely high praise, but he also expressed great appreciation for her progress in skills in recent years.

"Not bad! Compared to ten years ago, your technique is now even more refined, delicate and vivid."

After receiving such encouragement, Yu Wan asked a little embarrassedly but curiously, "Then give me an estimate. According to market standards, how much do you think my painting is worth?"

Her voice was filled with longing and expectation for a beautiful future.

Lin Jintong responded with relative certainty: "Assuming Duan Fei doesn't engage in any unusual behavior that could affect the market price, then there's no doubt your work will be worth much more than 'Serving the Plum Blossoms'."

But then again, everyone knows that Duan Fei is not the type to just sit there and do nothing, letting the situation develop naturally.

But the problem is that the secret relationship between Lin Jintong and Mei Shuying cannot be exposed to the outside world, which makes it impossible for them to directly confront Duan Fei head-on.

Even after conducting multiple investigations privately, no substantial and important clues were ultimately obtained.

Because of this, some people began to speculate: Is the master who made the counterfeits actually Duan Fei himself?

After all, how could a guy who can make fakes of this level be a person who has no skills and is completely powerless?

However, Yu Wan has a different opinion on this.

A master craftsman with such extraordinary talent and technical skills could never be an ordinary person with delicate hands who has never experienced any hard work.

"I have a new idea about this matter."

"what idea?"

The listeners were immediately piqued.

"That person is probably not even a member of the Duan Fei Group!"

If no clues are found around Duan Fei, does that mean that this person has no direct connection with Duan Fei?

Lin Jintong thought for a while and said, "The point you mentioned is very reasonable. I hadn't thought of that."

He said, with a hint of appreciation in his tone.

"I can use the new painting as an opportunity to see if I can lure him out for a meeting."

"This trick is worth a try."

Yu Wan nodded in agreement.

After get off work, Yu Wan found that the car would not start.

I got out of the car and checked for a long time but couldn't find the problem, so I had to give up and take a taxi home.

She stood by the roadside, looking around anxiously, her heart filled with annoyance at the vehicle breakdown.

Just as she was standing on the side of the road preparing to hail a taxi, a black Mercedes slowly stopped.

The lowered car window revealed the face of a charming man in the driver's seat.

"Manager Yu, what a coincidence, are you taking a taxi?"

The voice was soft and magnetic.

It turned out to be Yan Baili.

A trace of resistance rose in her heart. Although she tried her best to hide her inner disgust, Yu Wan still replied calmly, "Young Master Yan."

Yan Baili smiled slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an unsettling smile.

"Do you need me to give you a ride?"

Yu Wan shook her head and decisively rejected his proposal: "No, I've already called a car online. Thank you for your kindness."

There was a hint of reluctant politeness in her words, as if she was deliberately trying to create distance between them.

She was waving for a ride just a second ago, and now she said she had already called a car. It was obvious that she was unwilling to accept his help.

Such a contradiction made Yan Baili's eyes flash with confusion.

Yan Baili smiled, not seeming to mind being rejected, and simply said, "Then I won't force you too much. Goodbye."

His tone was steady, but it could not hide the regret in it.

"Goodbye."

Yu Wan responded briefly.

Watching the Mercedes-Benz driving away, Yan Baili caught a glimpse of Yu Wan's relief through the rearview mirror, and she quickly got into a taxi parked not far away.

Under the light from inside the car, one could see a look of relief clearly on her face.

Yan Baili lowered his head and took out an exquisite knife from his pocket. He gently ran his index finger across the blade, and drops of blood dripped from his fingertips.

The action seemed to be completely painless to him.

A complicated light flashed across his eyes.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was within his expectations.

The road ahead is still long, and we need to take it step by step.

When she returned home in the evening, Yu Wan felt a little tired, but she still cheered herself up, went to the bathroom first, washed up briefly, and then started to get busy, packing the travel items she was about to take with her.

She arranged clothes and daily necessities into categories, striving to do her best in every detail.