Leng Qiankai squinted his eyes, recalling the incident of the missing painting from years ago. He suddenly realized he might have grasped a clue.
Mrs. Leng also leaned closer, wanting to see what this Wei Zi looked like! Was she the sa as the one in the painting?
After a quick glance, she found that Wei Zi looked nothing like the person in the painting. Her first impression was that this woman seed sowhat unwell!
Who smiles like that when taking a photo? It was quite unsettling! At the sa ti, she thought Nie Xiuwei also appeared a bit off.
Maybe it was her intuition, but from the very first ti she t him, she hadn’t liked people like him, as if he carried an air of gloom.
Nie Xiuwei glanced strangely at Leng Qiankai. His reaction wasn’t what he had expected!
How could he remain so calm and unperturbed?
From their recent interactions, Nie Xiuwei had observed that Leng Qiankai didn’t seem like a scher.
Why was he now acting so composed and unbothered?
"In that case, I have all the more reason to thoroughly investigate this matter. I can’t let my mother’s na continue to be tarnished after her death! Master Leng, could you share with what happened back then?"
Leng Qiankai frowned slightly. "Today is clearly not the right ti. My wife and I are both tired. Let’s do this—give a few days, and I’ll find an opportunity to speak with you."
Nie Xiuwei nodded and gave Leng Qiankai one last aningful look. "Alright then! I’ll take my leave for now!"
Before leaving, he purposely turned back to glance at Mrs. Leng, leaving her deeply puzzled.
After he left, Mrs. Leng and Mr. Leng started discussing her impressions: "Why do I feel that Xiao Nie is a bit strange?"
Leng Qiankai remained deep in thought, aware that this painting was like a landmine, ready to explode at any mont, yet he didn’t have the courage to lay everything bare just yet!
Because his daughter was dating Jin Yichen, would Ouyang Yan take out her anger on Su Ye’s son?
It was hard to say!
"Xiao Yan! You have to believe ; the painting was truly stolen back then!"
Mrs. Leng looked at him with half-belief, half-doubt. "So, are you implying that perhaps this Xiao Nie’s mother stole it?"
"It’s hard to say! Back then..." Mr. Leng began recounting his vaguely rembered impressions of Wei Zi.
After the painting went missing, he had reported it to the authorities, but the investigation yielded nothing.
Shortly after that, Wei Zi, an assistant of his at the ti, resigned and disappeared without a trace.
However, he never suspected her, always believing it to be the work of an outsider!
When Mr. Leng saw the photo of Nie Xiuwei’s mother, he felt sowhat unsettled, as his impression of Wei Zi was of a gentle woman—how could she smile like that? Could it be that she was the one who had stolen the painting?
But so many years had passed, and considering that Wei Zi was no longer alive, clarifying the situation wouldn’t be easy.
Moreover, he thought highly of Nie Xiuwei as a young man and didn’t want any misunderstandings to cloud his judgnt of him.
"Let’s leave it at that for now. Whatever really happened back then, it’d be best if we just let it go."
Mrs. Leng also rembered the odd feeling she had when she saw the photo of Nie Xiuwei and his mother. That mont had left her unsettled, but her anger had subsided considerably.
Hearing Mr. Leng’s words now, she silently nodded along.
However, she still harbored doubts about Nie Xiuwei, feeling an inexplicable intuition that he hadn’t told them everything.
And who exactly was the woman in that painting? Was it Su Ye? Jin Yichen’s mother?
anwhile, Li Si and Leng Mochen, along with Leng Ning and Jin Yichen, were unaware of the dramatic scene that had unfolded after their departure. At that mont, they were happily soaring through the skies.
They had also invited Xu Er and Long Wu to join. Long Wu remarked that there was no rush, as he could fly on the jet anyti. Since Su ng wasn’t feeling well these days, he stayed ho playing the dutiful husband.
Bai Shasha was busy at work and couldn’t make it, so she had asked Li Si to deliver her so treats the next day. As for Xu Er, nobody knew what he was scheming this ti—his phone wasn’t even reachable.
Everyone boarded their private jet. Li Si and Leng Ning couldn’t hide their excitent throughout the journey. It was truly luxurious, comfortable, and classy—the interior decor, though bordering on ostentatious, was truly practical overall.
The best part was the availability of beds for resting, which even amazed Leng Ning, who was no stranger to first-class travel. Having wealth truly allowed one to live extravagantly!
Leng Ning marveled at the plane’s opulent design. Even as soone born into a life of opulence, she found it exquisitely unbeatable.
What’s more, so aspects of the design were unbelievably thoughtful!
Li Si, having moved past the initial excitent of her first flight, had now cald down to rationally discuss her questions about the aircraft with Leng Ning.
Leng Mochen and Jin Yichen were off to the side, drinking and chatting.
The group soon found their conversation circling back to the painting from earlier that day.
Leng Ning hesitated for a mont before voicing her suspicion.
"The painting Nie Xiuwei brought out—I have a feeling it might have been done by my father. But it seems like a very old piece of his work since he used to sign a tiny ’K’ in the bottom right corner back then."
Li Si and Leng Mochen, who had arrived late, hadn’t gotten a chance to see the painting.
"What painting?" Li Si asked curiously. When they arrived earlier, she couldn’t help but notice Nie Xiuwei sitting intimately close to Leng Qiankai—how could she not overthink it?
"He said it was a gift to his mother from an old acquaintance. Could it have been a gift from my father to his mother? I’m too afraid to think further!"
Leng Ning bit her lip and softly voiced her thoughts.
Once you start doubting sothing, it’s hard to see anything as normal.
Exchanging glances, Li Si and Leng Mochen both felt a similar inkling in their hearts at Leng Ning’s words.
Jin Yichen, who had seen the painting, hesitated before finally speaking. "I don’t think that’s the case."
"It’s not? Why do you say that?" Leng Ning looked at him intently.
He had behaved oddly when he saw the painting earlier.
At the dinner table, she hadn’t felt comfortable asking, but now seed like the perfect ti.
Jin Yichen frowned. "Because, honestly, I think the woman in the painting looks a lot like my mother!"
Now hearing that it might be one of Leng Qiankai’s early works, this suddenly made sense!
But then, how had this painting ended up in Nie Xiuwei’s possession? This required further investigation.
By all accounts, given Leng Qiankai’s affection for his mother, he would never have sold a painting of her, would he?
"Your mother?" Li Si gasped.
She exchanged a quick look with Leng Mochen—things were getting complicated.
"What? Your mother?" Leng Ning stood up in shock but then exhaled in relief, patting her chest. "Well, that’s good! But then, what on earth is going on with this painting?"
If their father had painted Yichen’s mother, how did the painting end up in soone else’s hands?
Leng Mochen and Li Si also seed intrigued. There were contradictions all over this situation!
Jin Yichen, having thought a lot about it, imdiately noticed what the little troublemaker was implying and cut straight to the point: "Are you thinking that the woman in the painting is Nie Xiuwei’s mother and that the painting was by your father, so you suspect there’s so kind of connection between them?"(To be continued. If you enjoyed this story, please visit Qidian to cast your recomndation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please head to m.qidian to read.)
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