Chapter 461 is indeed the authentic
"Um."
Ye Wanxi held down the little rabbit that was trying to pounce on the painting, and stroked it a few times until it whimpered and went limp. Then she turned to Zhang Xiaoxiao and said, "Have your parents come back."
Since it belongs to someone else, you have to get the owner's permission before you can touch the painting.
"And have them find someone who can dismantle the painting."
"Dismantle the painting?"
"This painting has been treated using special methods, combining the two into one. In other words, there is another painting hidden behind this one, and only by separating this painting from the first one can the true nature of the second painting be seen."
Zhang Fujia wasn't stupid; he instantly understood the key point: "The problem lies with the second painting?"
“Hmm. The problem now is…” Ye Wanxi glanced at the painting in Zhang Fujia’s hand, “This one is indeed an original.”
The room fell silent for a moment, before someone broke the silence with a soft cough.
No wonder they had to call Zhang's parents back; the paintings overlapped so perfectly that disassembling them must have taken some effort.
As for the painting that was covered on top, it's questionable whether it can even be preserved. Moreover, this painting is an original, and any unauthorized alteration or damage without the owner's permission, even if they have a legitimate reason, will inevitably earn them the stigma of acting first and asking questions later.
Ye Wanxi isn't stupid; she wouldn't do something so thankless and exhausting.
Zhang Fujia could roughly guess Ye Wanxi's intention. He coughed awkwardly twice and resignedly said, "I'll go call my parents right now."
It's just an old painting; in his father's heart, it probably wasn't as important as his son's life.
I think... right?
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Mr. and Mrs. Zhang didn't live very far away; they lived only a few streets away from the Zhang family's home.
Coincidentally, they went to the home of Wen Yuan, which Zhang Fujia had mentioned to Ye Wanxi not long ago.
This matter was rather strange. Zhang Fujia was worried about frightening his parents, so he didn't explain the whole story on the phone. He only said that there was an urgent matter at home that required the two of them to handle personally and asked them to come back as soon as possible.
The Zhang couple knew their son was always steady and wouldn't make a fuss about serious matters. After receiving the call, they rushed back immediately, all within a quarter of an hour.
When I got home, I found that there were quite a few guests.
The two elders smiled and nodded to the group, then their gazes shifted to their son, and they exclaimed in surprise, "Jiajia, what happened to your face...?"
Zhang Fujia subconsciously touched his face, looking embarrassed.
Was his expression really that obvious?
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "This is actually quite good. An hour ago, my brother's face looked even worse than it does now."
The couple exchanged a glance and said with concern, "Have you been working too hard lately? If you ask me, work is never-ending, but your health is the most important thing. Once you ruin your health, no amount of money can buy it back."
As soon as Zhang's mother finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but interject, "Mom, my brother isn't tired."
"Not from being tired? Then..."
"He's been possessed by something unclean, and that thing is in the antique painting that Dad bought."
Over the next few minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were forced to undergo a series of moral reshaping processes.
In the end, still somewhat doubtful, he asked, "This...you're really not joking?"
"Dad, Mom, my brother's about to die, who's in the mood to joke with you?"
Zhang Fujia: "..." Thank you, I'm fine now, I feel like I can live for many more years, so could you please stop cursing me?!
Zhang Xiaoxiao's words finally made the two men's expressions change, and they realized that Zhang Fujia's physical abnormality might not be as simple as they had imagined.
Mr. Zhang was the first to react, his almost critical gaze falling on Ye Wanxi, carrying a rather direct and inquisitive look: "This..."
"My last name is Ye."
“Miss Ye, you said there’s another painting hidden behind this one, and that painting contains something unspeakable, so someone needs to separate the two paintings and find out the true nature of the second one.”
"yes."
"What if we disassemble this painting and don't find the second painting? What are you going to do then?"
Ye Wanxi immediately understood his meaning, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she chuckled softly, "Nothing to do."
Mr. Zhang was stunned. He prided himself on his years of experience in the business world and had seen all sorts of witty banter and subtle attacks. This was the first time he had ever seen someone like Ye Wanxi kill a conversation with just one sentence.
Ye Wanxi was too lazy to argue with him, but Gao Min couldn't stand others subtly questioning Ye Wanxi like that.
“Mr. Zhang, there’s something you shouldn’t misunderstand. It was your daughter who asked our Wanxi to help with this, not us who were trying to curry favor with you. Wanxi has already given you the solution. Whether you listen to it or not is up to you. It doesn’t cost us anything.”
After Gao Min finished speaking, she gave Zhang Fujia a particularly disdainful look.
Logically speaking, since they were invited by Zhang Xiaoxiao, she should be the one explaining these things, but unfortunately, she's still a bit slow on the uptake.
And the other person with a voice is inexplicably clueless, which is really infuriating.
Zhang Fujia was stunned when he received the other party's glare, and felt that he had been wrongly accused.
Upon hearing this, Du Yihuan realized what had happened, her face immediately darkened, and she said coldly, "Sister-in-law, it seems like they don't really trust you. Why don't we leave? Let's not do this thankless task."
Wen Caiyi's family had a good relationship with the Zhang family, and their words weren't as harsh as Du Yihuan's. However, she still quietly retorted, "Uncle Zhang, Miss Ye is very capable and wouldn't lie."
Mr. Zhang: "???" Wasn't he just worried that his children were too naive and would be deceived, so he was being a little more careful? How come in the end it seems like he did something heinous?
Unfortunately, his beloved son and daughter turned against him at this very moment.
"Dad, I've told you Miss Ye is truly capable, why don't you believe me?"
"Dad, I know you like this painting. But even if you like it, is it more important than your own son's life?"
Mr. Zhang was amused by their words and waved his hand, saying, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, I have no objection."
Zhang's mother watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh. She quickly grabbed her husband's hand and whispered comforting words.
In her view, the painting was of course not as important as her son's life.
This Miss Ye clearly came with Du Yihuan and the others, but judging from their attitude towards her, she clearly holds the initiative and should not be underestimated.
If there's nothing wrong with this painting today, then so be it. But if, as she says, there's something terrible hidden inside, then destroying it will save her son.
They shouldn't doubt her; instead, they should thank her.
Not to mention, you should never befriend such people, even if you can't befriend them.
(End of this chapter)
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