The staff member said impatiently, "There's a virus outbreak in Country M right now, this is disinfectant."

Shen Jinmo didn't say anything more and pulled An'an straight inside.

The venue, which could accommodate several thousand people, was packed with people.

This venue was built by the Fine Arts Association at a cost of billions of yuan in its early years, creating an art paradise.

The venue was designed in a circular shape, with large electronic screens covering all four walls.

Famous paintings by various artists will be scrolled across the screen periodically.

Lu Anyu led Shen Jinmo into the venue, and was amazed by its grandeur.

"Daddy, Daddy, this place is so magnificent! It's full of paintings by my favorite artists." Lu Anyu was thoroughly enjoying himself.

There are no seats in the venue; instead, hundreds of computers connected to drawing tablets are placed against the walls.

Painters who wish to create art on-site can freely draw on their digital tablets, and the artwork can be transmitted in real time to the main screen in the lobby for viewing.

The artists present were all eager to try their hand at the event, vying to shine at the competition.

The venue was bustling with activity.

Shen Jinmo, however, was not in high spirits; his legs could not stand for long.

He persisted, quietly waiting for Lu Zhiwei to appear.

The black sedan departed from the Luo family manor and arrived at the venue.

Today, Luo Xiu wore a dark red suit in the same color scheme as Lu Zhiwei's in order to appear with her and to celebrate the upcoming success of his great cause.

Her hair was meticulously styled, and she wore a pair of shiny black handmade leather shoes.

His fair complexion and deep blue eyes, coupled with his classic wicked smile, made his entire face incredibly alluring, like a vampire of the night.

He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand reached out to hold Lu Zhiwei's hand.

Lu Zhiwei was wearing high heels, but she walked faster than him.

Arrive at the entrance of the venue.

Upon seeing Luo Xiu and Lu Zhiwei, the staff immediately put away the spray bottles they were holding.

"What is this?" Lu Zhiwei asked the staff member with keen insight.

The staff member turned to Luo Xiu: "This..."

"This is a spray I made with two thousand doses of the virus. Everyone who enters the venue from here has been sprayed with the virus."

Luo Xiu said calmly.

Lu Zhiwei's anger flared up, and she turned around and grabbed Luo Xiu's collar: "So this virus can be transmitted through more than just injection."

"Of course, the spray is less toxic than the injection, but it's enough to make all these artists suffer."

Luo Xiu spoke casually, a slight smirk on his lips, as if what he wanted wasn't the lives of those few thousand people, but rather a few thousand ants he could crush in the palm of his hand at will.

"Luo Xiu! You are truly heartless." Lu Zhiwei bit her lip and slowly released Luo Xiu's collar.

Luo Xiu reached out and smoothed out the creased collar, then smiled and removed the mask from Lu Zhiwei's face: "It's okay, you don't need to be afraid. Even if they all get the virus, they can't infect you. You've already received the antidote and have developed antibodies."

Lu Zhiwei gave Luo Xiu a cold look, then turned and strode inside.

As she stepped into the hall.

All eyes turned to her.

Wearing a red dress, Lu Zhiwei was like a beautiful red rose in full bloom, incredibly alluring. The rose embellishment on her neck made her even more stunningly beautiful.

"Hello, Chairman Lu."

"President Lu is so beautiful."

The hall erupted in enthusiastic applause and praise.

Lu Zhiwei felt deeply ashamed.

Everyone respected and admired her as the president of the art association.

She failed to protect these people, and instead, that bastard Luo Xiu used her position as the president to gather them all into this endless abyss.

But the play has already begun, and there's no reason not to continue.

"Hello everyone, it's been a long time. Welcome to today's art exchange conference, where people from all over the world have come to participate..."

Lu Zhiwei stood on the stage with a microphone and gave a speech.

Luo Xiu stood behind her like a knight in a castle.

The color scheme of their outfits clearly indicated they were wearing matching couple clothes.

Shen Jinmo and Lu Anyu, who were lost in the crowd, felt very uncomfortable seeing this scene.

"Why is Mommy wearing matching outfits with this big bad guy? Does Mommy not want us anymore?" Lu Anyu pouted and sniffed.

Shen Jinmo rubbed Lu Anyu's head: "Your mommy can only abandon me, not you. What she's going to do today is become a super hero and eliminate the big bad guy."

"Then let the big bad guy jump around on stage for a while longer," Lu Anyu said, hands on her hips and pouting.

Lu Zhiwei quickly scanned the crowd below the stage and spotted Shen Jinmo and her son Lu Anyu.

Her voice was slightly hoarse: "Now, I hereby announce that today's exchange meeting has officially begun. Everyone is free to appreciate the paintings and compete with each other. In the second half of the meeting, I will also have a painting competition with our CEO Luo."

"Bravo!" Cheers erupted from the audience.

Luo Xiu narrowed his long eyes and whispered in her ear, "I told you to draw it yourself, but I didn't say I wanted to compete with you."

Lu Zhiwei glared at him aggressively: "I want to have a match with you and see who wins in the end. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

"Then what wouldn't I dare to do?"

After stepping off the stage, Lu Zhiwei went straight to the crowd to find Shen Jinmo and Lu Anyu.

Luo Xiu was sensible and didn't follow.

He knew Lu Zhiwei missed her son, and since everyone present today was susceptible to the virus, she didn't try to hide it anymore.

"An'an." Pushing through the crowd, Lu Zhiwei softly called out to her son.

Hearing the familiar voice, little Lu Anyu, who was holding Shen Jinmo's hand, turned around and saw Lu Zhiwei. He ran over happily and threw himself into Lu Zhiwei's arms: "Mommy, I missed you so much! Waaah, Luo Xiu, that big bad guy, kidnapped you. An'an hasn't seen Mommy for so long."

"Now that we've met, we've seen each other." Lu Zhiwei pinched Lu Anyu's cheek.

The little guy's face was bouncy and soft, as if he had gained two pounds, which showed that Shen Jinmo had taken excellent care of him.

Shen Jinmo walked towards her with a smile on his face.

The joy of reunion was etched on their faces.

"You've had a tough time these past few days," Shen Jinmo said, looking at her.

"This is what I should do. Has the police made all the necessary arrangements?" Lu Zhiwei whispered in Shen Jinmo's ear.

Shen Jinmo looked at her face so close to his, staring at her fair earlobe, his face flushing: "Yes, don't worry. Now we just wait for Luo Xiu to make a move, and the police will capture him on the spot."

“He has already made his move,” Lu Zhiwei said seriously.

Lu Anyu, nestled in Lu Zhiwei's arms, couldn't quite understand his parents' conversation, but he was very well-behaved, quiet, and didn't ask any questions.

"When?" Shen Jin's dark eyes suddenly widened.

"The staff who were supposedly disinfecting the venue were actually spraying virus aerosols instead of disinfectant, and everyone present inhaled the virus."

"Then we've all been infected?" Shen Jinmo clenched his fists involuntarily. No wonder he felt something was wrong when he brought An'an in.