Ning Weiwei looked at the person in front of her and was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

She knew that she was able to get out early because someone bailed her out.

She thought it might be Shang Boyu, or a friend with whom she had a good relationship in the past, but she never thought it might be her own mother.

While she was stunned, Lu Qiuling's hand had already touched her thin cheek.

As Lu Qiuling's wrinkled, old face became clearer and clearer in her eyes, those fragments of the past flashed through her mind one by one like slides, at inappropriate times.

During the darkest moment of her life, her mother Lu Qiuling not only did not give her any help, but also stood on the opposite side and forced her into a dead end.

And now that she appeared, it was as if all the humiliations of the past had rushed straight to her face like a tide.

The emotion of that moment vanished in an instant, and his eyes were filled with intense resentment and shame.

She pushed Lu Qiuling's hand away and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?! Who told you to come to Beijing?! Who told you to bail me out?!

"Lv Qiuling, we have nothing to do with each other any more! Why do you have the right to meddle in other people's business?!"

The depression that had been accumulating in my heart for more than a month seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.

She also urgently needed to vent this suffocating emotion, otherwise, she would really despair and collapse.

Lu Qiuling was pushed by her and staggered twice. She stood there in surprise and shock, tears squeezed out of her scarlet eyes and her vision gradually blurred.

She is fifty-six or fifty-seven years old this year. Because of Ning Weiwei's incident last year, she aged ten years in an instant. Her energy is not as good as before, and now her hair is all white.

There is none of the dignified and calm demeanor he had before coming to Beijing last year.

At this moment, her heart was still filled with disappointment and sadness.

She had never understood why Weiwei had become like this.

Now she suddenly understood that the prosperity and wealth of Beijing was really dazzling.

But this is also her daughter.

She was unwilling to give up like this, so she quickly chased after him, grabbed Ning Weiwei, and pleaded, "Weiwei, you and mom go back to Jing'an City. Mom doesn't want you to get married. Your dad and your brother haven't seen you for many years. They miss you very much. Please listen to mom, okay?"

"Go back? Hehehe..."

Ning smiled a few times in a desolate manner.

If she returns to Jing'an City, can she go back to her life of having no worries about food and clothing?

She is in such a miserable state now, Meng Sheng will definitely laugh at her behind her back for overestimating her own abilities.

She once again shook off Lu Qiuling's hand, her face full of ferocity and viciousness, "Get lost! I can't go back with you, get as far away as you can! From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other anymore, just treat me as if you never had a daughter like me."

It was not yet noon when Ning Weiwei returned to Yuelan Mansion, suppressing her anger and humiliation.

The security guard didn't recognize her at first glance. "It turns out to be Miss Ning. You finally showed up. Miss Meng has sold your house with the help of the court. The new tenant is arranging for someone to redecorate it."

Ning was slightly startled, and asked in surprise and anger, "Meng Sheng? There are my personal belongings in it, how can she sell this house? Let me in, I want to go in..."

The security guard held out his hand to stop her, "Ms. Ning, please don't embarrass me, I'm just an employee. All your things were packed up by Ms. Meng herself, in front of the court staff.

Don't worry, your things are packed and intact, and are currently stored in our property's warehouse. Please come with us and take all your things away."

Ning Weiwei froze in place, feeling as if her heart and lungs were being tightly gripped, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The castle that was originally built in my heart gradually collapsed into ruins after I left Yisheng Art Museum.

But now, it has been completely razed to the ground.

She couldn't hear what the security guard said next.

She only felt a buzzing in her ears, and even her vision seemed to be illusory.

The sunlight at noon in late April was not scorching, but the ultraviolet rays were quite strong, and there was a bit of heat in the air.

Ning Weiwei didn't know how long she had been standing there, and her fragmented thoughts had not yet been put into place piece by piece, when suddenly, a familiar female voice that seemed to be a long memory came from not far away.

"Ning Weiwei."

Ning Weiwei was so shocked that she felt like a puppet without a soul. When she heard someone calling her, she subconsciously turned around to look.

Then, his pupils shrank, "It's you..."

*

Meng Sheng didn't care whether Ning Weiwei was released from prison early or after serving her sentence, he was just afraid that she would have another brain attack.

The opening ceremony of the art exhibition is coming soon, and she doesn't want anything to go wrong.

So after thinking about it, I called a private detective and asked him to help keep an eye on Ning Weiwei for a few days.

As long as the money is in place, the private detective will do his job, and Meng Sheng is his old client.

With the first exhibition of the mysterious painter Lvy as a gimmick, after more than half a month of promotion, all the tickets for the exhibition were booked out for the entire month.

The opening ceremony on May 1 was packed with guests.

Meng Sheng arrived at the art museum early that day and took the senior management to re-inspect the facilities, lighting, quality and safety and other things.

Around 8:30, leaders from the Artists Association, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and several other art galleries came to sign in.

Meng Sheng went forward to greet them and sent them to the lounge on the second floor. When she came down, she saw a few figures that surprised her, but also seemed not so surprising.

It was Gu Ci and her family.

There was also an old lady with gray hair on her temples, Cui Xueheng, and two unfamiliar middle-aged women.