Mu Chenyan stood in front of that painting nad The Fiery Autumn. She didn't actually have to look or inquire to know who was the painter. It was very obvious. Not just the artist's signature is very familiar to her but also the painting style. It was so damn familiar that it left her in a complex mood.
For a very long ti, she continued to stare at the painting without moving her eyes. No one could tell what was on her mind. Once she reacted, she went to find the manager and said, "I want to buy that painting."
The manager wasn't surprised by her words. After all, since the beginning of the exhibition, a lot of people inquired about that painting. But as usual, he had to put on his polite smile and say, "Sorry, but that painting is not for sale."
"Do I look like I care whether it's for sale or not? I said I want it that ans I want it," her unreasonable persona was showing up and she didn't even try to conceal it. She still didn't like it when people refused to give her what she wanted.
"Madam, I'm extrely sorry but the artist specifically instructed that the painting is not for sale," said the manager trying to hold his ground under Mu Chenyan's gaze which was making an uneasy feeling creep into his heart.
Mu Chenyan smiled at him but that smile exuded more pressure than earlier making it difficult for the manager to not sweat even though he was standing in the gallery where ACs were on. "I don't feel like reasoning with you. Call your artist, Xia Zhao, and tell him, that Mu Chenyan wants to buy that painting. If he has any opinion, he can co to talk to ."
Originally, the manager was ready to refuse but once Mu Chenyan said the na of the artist, he was stunned. He knew who he was working for but people didn't really know who was the painter since he was using an alias all these years. But since the woman before him could actually tell who was the artist, he didn't take it lightly.
"Wait here, Madam! Let convey your ssage to Sir," said the manager and slipped away. He'd be a fool to stay around Mu Chenyan. He couldn't even think properly with her around so he had to run to save his life.
Mu Chenyan didn't mind his reaction. But she still rubbed her nose feeling guilty. She really forgot to restrain herself a bit and almost started violence here. She had to remind herself repeatedly that she was now a civil and law-abiding citizen.
On the other hand, the manager imdiately dialed a number, and as soon as the call connected he said, "Sir, soone wants to buy The Fiery Autumn."
"Not selling," ca a lazy voice.
"Yes, I know," said the manager. "However, that lady seems to know who you are. She told to call Xia Zhao and tell him that Mu Chenyan wants to buy that painting."
He heard the sound of sothing falling from the other side, "What did you say? Who is it? Did you just say Mu Chenyan?"
"Yes," answered the manager feeling strange. Why did he feel like Sir was actually a little agitated at the mont?
"She is still there?" asked Xia Zhao.
"Yes."
A crafty smile spread on his thin lips as his eyes sparkled, "Okay. Tell her to wait. I'll et her myself." He hung up the phone and laughed out loud. "Tsk. Yan Zi, you lost once again." He ran to get his car keys and rushed out of the house.
"Brother, where are you going?"
Xia Zhao didn't even pay attention.
"Brother, mom sent to call you ho for dinner. You can't run away like this."
"Go away, Hao!"
"I can't!" said the young man who was almost hanging on the car's window. "What will I tell mom?"
"Tell her, you couldn't find at all," replied Xia Zhao. "Now, go away already. I am really in a hurry. Just pretend like you didn't see today." With that, he pushed off the young man's hands from the window of his car and drove away leaving his younger brother standing there in a daze.
The young man was in disbelief as he muttered, "When did my brother start getting impatient?"
Xia Zhao didn't care about what his brother was thinking at all. He didn't even bother calling the driver and took his car out, driving straight towards the Sunset Plaza.
Since he lived closer, it only took him thirty minutes to get there. It wasn't just because he lived closer, it was also because he didn't bother slowing down the speed.
When he reached the destination, he found the manager who directed him to the place where he asked Mu Chenyan to wait. Standing outside the room, he took a deep breath, he knocked on the door before pushing it to open. It seed Mu Chenyan didn't hear the sound since her attention was on the call.
"Yes, I didn't make the lunch today. Baby, I had to go out for sothing that's why."
Hearing such a gentle voice coming from Mu Chenyan, Xia Zhao felt like he was looking at a devil. Did he enter the wrong person? But the person in front of him looked like Mu Chenyan. Then did she get possessed? When did she learn to be so gentle with people? It almost scared him. No, not almost. It really scared him a little.
"Yanyan, why are you explaining this?" asked Raelle on the phone. "Don't worry about my als. You aren't the only person at ho to take care of it."
"How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine," answered Raelle. "You get busy. Stop thinking about all the ti." She took a mont before saying, "Also, when you find that secret admirer, make sure to introduce him to ."
Mu Chenyan was stunned and speechless while Raelle hung up the phone without any care about Mu Chenyan's reaction.
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