Hua Yingrou felt as though she had plunged into an ice cave, cut off from everything around her.
Yishuang, Hua Ran.
Why couldn't she let anyone have any peace even after she died?
In the distance, Hua Jian stood elegantly in a tailored suit, the diamonds at his cuffs glittering with an air of luxury.
He followed the immensely wealthy Poulton Family Head, looking confident and radiant.
Those so-called members of high society fawned over him, eagerly agreeing with everything he said.
Even after all these years of being married into the Xie Family, none of those people had ever given her a second glance.
Fortunately, her hat's brim was wide enough to hide the malice and jealousy in her eyes.
Hua Jian suddenly looked back. The persistent sensation of being watched vanished, and all he saw behind him were ordinary visitors viewing the exhibition.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" Bo Lin looked in the same direction.
Hua Jian frowned. "I kept feeling someone glaring at me from behind. Don't worry, I was probably imagining it."
Bo Lin nodded thoughtfully. "Then let's go. Poulton has his eye on two of Yishuang's paintings."
Hua Jian remained noncommittal. "Jiang Ruiming won't be willing to sell them."
"Mr. Poulton, you truly understand me! I never imagined I would have the chance to meet you in my lifetime! Since you like my senior Yishuang's paintings so much, you simply must take these two with you."
Poulton caught the surprise on Hua Jian's face out of the corner of his eye and chuckled inwardly.
He knew all too well what artistic types like Jiang Ruiming were thinking.
"In that case, I'll gladly accept." Poulton smiled faintly. "Besides, as Hua Jian's father, I really ought to support his work in the arts. How about