The calligraphy and painting exhibition was a grand affair, featuring works by renowned masters, with a single painting typically fetching millions of dollars at auction.
Fu Xiuyu strolled leisurely through the exhibition hall.
She received a wide range of education from a young age, which fostered her well-rounded thinking and refined taste.
She saw several works by famous artists from Southeast Asia, with beautiful lines, bold use of color, and a strong personal style.
Fu Xiuyu liked it very much and immediately instructed her assistant, "Go and contact the staff here, I want this painting!"
The assistant readily agreed and jogged off.
At the same time, Jiang Can also led Yin Wenxi into the venue.
"Mom, although there aren't many people here, the place is too big, so please don't wander off!"
Yin Wenxi glanced at her, looking helpless. "You brought me to this art exhibition but won't let me walk around on my own. What's the point of me looking at it?"
Jiang Can chuckled, "I was worried you'd be bored at home alone, so I brought you out! Besides, I'm here for work, so please cooperate, okay?"
"I'll take a few photos, ask the staff about the specifics, and then we can leave."
Yin Wenxi was taken aback. "Leaving so soon?"
She loved art exhibitions and used to go often when she was still at home. However, since leaving home, she hasn't been to such a beautiful exhibition hall again…
“Yes,” Jiang Can nodded, “Now that we’ve finished our work, let’s go back early so I can finish writing the manuscript as soon as possible.”
"Sigh," Yin Wenxi pouted, "You only get a few days off a month from your job, you're always working overtime, people would think you're making a fortune!"
"Mom!" Jiang Can laughed, teasing her, "Why do you always talk about money now? It's so vulgar!"
“I was too unconventional back then, which is why that bastard Jiang Mingyuan ruined me like this! I shouldn’t have had any backbone back then, I should have taken advantage of his money, and you and Xiaocheng wouldn’t have had to suffer with me…”
"Alright, alright." Jiang Can put her arm around her mother's shoulder, afraid that her old illness would relapse because of those past events.
"That's all in the past. Jiang Mingyuan has nothing to do with us anymore. Besides, we're doing pretty well now, right?"
"Hmm," Yin Wenxi said calmly, "It's fine..."
She sighed, looked away, her thoughts still lost in memories.
Looking back now, what does integrity even matter? Life is what truly matters.
However, the education she received from childhood instilled in her the principle of "better to break like jade than to survive like a broken tile"...
Yin Wenxi took a deep breath. These worldly truths had cost her half a lifetime.
While Jiang Can was busy taking photos, her brain was also racing, trying to come up with ideas for how to write the press release.
After wandering around for a while, she found the rest area, helped Yin Wenxi sit on the sofa, and then quickly took out a piece of paper to jot down the inspiration that had just flashed through her mind.
"Mom, are you thirsty? I'll go buy some water!"
—This sweet voice reached Fu Xiuyu's ears.
Fu Xiuyu turned around and saw a mother and daughter sitting in the rest area not far away, with their backs to her, but it was still easy to see that the mother and daughter had a very good relationship.
"Mom, you don't seem to be dressed warmly enough!" Jiang Can said softly. "It's cold in this central exhibition hall, aren't you?"
As she spoke, she took off her coat and draped it over her mother.
Yin Wenxi declined at first, but eventually gave in to her daughter's insistence and put on her coat with a heartwarming smile.
This scene happened to be witnessed by Fu Xiuyu.
A slight ripple stirred within her... Her daughter was so thoughtful; she had never experienced such tenderness before.
Thinking about her own son, who almost married a woman of dubious origin, she was furious... Thinking of this, she wished she could put Huo Zhixing back into her belly!
...
"Can Can, look at that painting!"
Jiang Can followed Yin Wenxi's gaze and looked over.
The oil painting was quite large, taking up a significant portion of the wall. The brushstrokes were somewhat abstract and dreamlike, depicting what appeared to be a forest, with a large firefly flapping its wings, lifelike in its depiction.
Jiang Can looked at the signature; the person was a very famous painter from Southeast Asia.
"Mom, do you like this painting?"
Yin Wenxi did not answer her, but fell into deep thought, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Can Can..." she asked in a hoarse voice after a long while, "Do you know where this is?"
Jiang Can shook her head in confusion.
She didn't know that this was a private garden in Southeast Asia, the place where her mother grew up.
The painter whose name was inscribed on the painting had also painted a portrait of her mother.
When Yoon Moon-hee saw this painting, it was as if she had returned to those carefree days.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and after a long pause, she said to Jiang Can, "Can we buy that painting?"
Jiang Can paused, examining it closely. It would probably be very expensive to buy... but she rarely saw Yin Wenxi like anything so much.
So she smiled gently, nodded to her mother, and immediately went over to ask the staff. Unexpectedly, a voice came from the side: "I have already bought this painting. Miss, I was here first."
Jiang Can was stunned for a moment, then turned around abruptly and saw Fu Xiuyu, her heart skipped a beat.
Although the woman in front of me was middle-aged, she was remarkably well-maintained, and her every move exuded an air of elegance. A slight smile played on her lips; when she removed her sunglasses, her eyes remained completely calm, radiating an aura of quiet authority.
“Miss,” the staff member explained, “it was indeed this Mr. Fu who contacted us first, and he offered a very good price.”
"Oh..." Jiang Can nodded, "Then I'm sorry to have bothered you."
"You like this painting too?" Fu Xiuyu asked, looking at her.
Jiang Can chuckled, "I don't understand paintings, but my mother likes them."
Fu Xiuyu paused, looked towards the rest area, and then realized that it was the mother and daughter she had just admired.
“Auntie,” Jiang Can asked politely, “Although you have already bought this painting, could I take a picture for my mother?”
Fu Xiuyu was somewhat surprised. She thought the girl would use the guise of filial piety to morally blackmail her into giving up the painting.
Or you could simply assertively offer a higher price to buy the painting.
Because she had seen too many so-called socialites in Fu Xiuyu's social circle, she knew all too well how to deal with them.
But to her surprise, the girl in front of her didn't follow the expected plan.
Fu Xiuyu looked Jiang Can up and down. The girl was fair-skinned and had a gentle temperament. In particular, her eyes were clear and bright, as if they had a magical power that made people want to look into them.
Even though she has already bought the painting, it hasn't been moved yet and is still in the exhibition hall, where anyone can take pictures.
However, the girl wanted to ask for her opinion.
A rare smile appeared on Fu Xiuyu's usually aloof face.
"You want to take a picture to show your mom?"
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