Chapter Thirty-Five, right? Watchdog

But it's because I like it so much.

I cannot accept even the slightest betrayal from this person.

Su Xiao glanced at Qin Yu.

The warm-colored lamplight made the sadness in her eyes appear even more pronounced.

"......"

Qin Yu silently turned his head away.

Back then, Xu An and Xu Bozhou were both picked up by Su Xiao on the street.

Even he only got to where he is today because he knelt and fainted at the door and was carried into the courtyard by Su Xiao, begging Su Zhen to take him as a disciple.

None of the three of them had the right to advise her to forgive that incident.

But in his memory, Xu Bozhou was definitely not the kind of person who would do such a thing.

In the small studio, the two of them leaned against each other in a rare moment of peace.

People who were so close when they were young have ended up like this.

"Wake him up after I leave."

Su Xiao took one last look at Xu Bozhou, got up, packed her things, and left.

Her figure gradually disappeared through the doorway.

Xu Bozhou opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright.

The next morning.

Before Su Xiao could even leave the house, she received a call from Qin Yun.

"Xiaoxiao, I have a field job today, so I don't need to clock in at the company. Give me an address, and I'll come pick you up now."

"What fieldwork?"

Su Xiao rubbed her temples; the bid proposal for the West Coast was almost finished.

She had originally planned to leave work early today to fix her paintings.

"There's a new exhibition going on recently, and the company wants us to send two people from our department to take a look."

“Okay, I’m in Luofengyuan, which is quite close to the company. You can just drive over, and I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the complex.”

Su Xiao glanced at Xu An's tightly closed door and lowered her footsteps.

Xu An is currently filming nighttime scenes for his new drama, so he's probably catching up on sleep right now.

She hung up the phone, glanced at her shirt in the mirror, hesitated for a moment, and then went out the door.

She had to go back to fix the paintings that night, so there was really no need for her to change her clothes for the exhibition.

Besides, Xu An was still asleep, and Su Xiao didn't want to wake her up.

Su Xiao leaned against a stone pillar near the security booth, waiting for Qin Yun to come over.

She casually scrolled through her phone for a while.

The news of Xia Zhi joining Yan's company has already started generating buzz online.

Xia Zhi organized two Western exhibitions when she was studying for her master's degree abroad a few years ago, and she was quite famous.

In addition, she is young and beautiful, and has been very popular recently.

Su Xiao wasn't actually that averse to creating hype.

However, Xia Zhi's marketing was clearly a bit overdone. The ugly things she did with Yan Mingshen a few days ago were given a curated glow.

Instead, they portrayed Su Xiao as a stumbling block on their road to love.

A young crush and a talented woman returning from abroad—what a beautiful story.

But Yan Mingshen was already married, and to someone as unknown as her.

"Xiaoxiao? What are you looking at? You seem so engrossed."

Qin Yun got out of the rose-red sports car, walked up to her, and waved.

"I called you several times but you didn't respond."

"I was daydreaming."

Su Xiao turned off her phone screen and smiled sheepishly:

"let's go."

"Um."

Qin Yun got into the car and beckoned Su Xiao to the passenger seat.

"Are you planning to wear this to the exhibition today?"

"I need to fix paintings tonight, so this one is more convenient."

Su Xiao leaned back in her chair.

Qin Yun's car interior was ostentatious, covered in rhinestones, making her momentarily unsure where to put her hands.

"The drill bits are all set in by hand, so they won't fall off."

Qin Yun noticed her unease and couldn't help but laugh:

"If you go out like this, who would believe you're the curator of Oriental Ink Charm?"

She rummaged through her bag and found a silk scarf to tie around Su Xiao's neck.

"This looks much better."

"......"

Su Xiao glanced at it through the rearview mirror.

She recognized the brand; it was designed by a niche designer from abroad, and the starting price was at least six figures.

The young lady really is something else.

They are wealthy and powerful.

When the two arrived at the exhibition hall, the afternoon sun was shining through the domed glass, casting dappled light on the exhibition hall floor.

Qin Yun took Su Xiao's arm to look at a painting of a lady.

The lighting here is very well done.

It will not affect the original colors of the exhibits, and it can display the materials and details more clearly.

"This exhibition is quite interesting."

Qin Yun approached the glass and suddenly frowned.

"Xiaoxiao, look at the paper of this painting."

"Um?"

Su Xiao was originally looking at the lighting design, but after hearing what she said, she turned her head to look at the painting of ladies in the middle.

The color and texture of the paper looked very familiar.

"It's the same paper as the one used by Grandpa Qin."

She looked down at the time.

It's from recent years.

"Really."

Qin Yun was also somewhat surprised. She turned to look at Su Xiao, only to see the other woman staring intently at the anonymous author's section, her brows slowly furrowing.

"Miss Su? What a coincidence."

Xia Zhi's voice suddenly came from behind.

Su Xiao clung to the glass, feeling a headache coming on.

Just what I feared most happened; how come she always ran into this jinx wherever she went?

"Miss Xia."

Su Xiao turned around and forced a fake smile.

Xia Zhi was dressed in Chanel, carrying a limited edition bag, and accompanied by two elegantly dressed socialites.

His gaze swept over Su Xiao with undisguised scrutiny.

"Xiaxia, could this be President Yan's wife? Why is she dressed so shabbily?"

The girl standing to her left covered her mouth and laughed in a very affected manner.

"I heard his family went bankrupt and his hands are crippled. What's the point of someone like that clinging to President Yan? Is he just going to be a burden to him?"

"Don't say that." Xia Zhi pretended to stop her, but her gaze towards Su Xiao carried an undisguised sense of superiority.

"I'm so sorry, my friend is just very straightforward. Please don't mind him, Miss Su."

She is now seen as the most promising young curator by the public, and is Yan Mingshen's long-awaited ideal woman after five years of waiting.

Su Xiao, on the other hand, was just a useless person whose family had been destroyed.

"Is it shabby?"

Su Xiao's eyes turned cold.

Xia Zhi's group of friends are ignorant and don't know what's good for them.

When did a six-figure silk scarf become associated with shabby?

"Never mind, Xiaoxiao."

Qin Yun snorted coldly. Su Xiao could tolerate it, but she couldn't.

A mistress kept at home now dares to overpower the wife.

Who gave her the courage?

"If a dog bites us, we can't bite the dog back, can we?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the girl who had just spoken and gave a sly smile:

"Right, a watchdog?"

"you……"

The girl was speechless with anger and turned to call over the security guard in the corner.

"Throw them both out. The Wang family doesn't need guests like that."

The security guards looked at each other, and finally walked up to Su Xiao and Qin Yun.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, this way please."

"What did you say……"

Before Qin Yun could finish speaking, she was half-pushed and led out the door.

The young lady had never suffered such an injustice before, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She's an only child and has a smooth and successful life.

Even when Xu Bozhou came, he had to give her grandfather some face.

Seeing her like this, Su Xiao couldn't help but feel guilty.

If it weren't for her, Qin Yun wouldn't be in this situation.

"Wait! Don't move!"

Wang Yuan suddenly ran over from a distance and saw Qin Yun and Su Xiao being pinned down. Cold sweat broke out on his face.

His daughter didn't know who those two people were, but he did...