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Not long after Liang Yu returned to his hotel suite, the waiter brought him lunch.

On the large dining table, exquisite French cold dishes and warm main courses were neatly arranged, and the silver cutlery on the table gleamed softly in the light.

The waiter arranged the plates while quietly introducing the products:

"Madam, today's main course is herb-roasted chicken with seasonal vegetables, served with quinoa salad. The soup is pumpkin cream soup, and the dessert is blueberry tart. All of these are made to your liking and have been prepared without any contraindications."

Liang Yu sat down at the table, and the waiter poured her half a glass of room-temperature freshly squeezed orange juice and inserted a straw.

Liang Yu looked up at the waiter and said softly:

"Thank you, I'd like to dine alone."

The waiter bowed and said "okay," then left the suite.

Liang Yu picked up a knife and fork, his hands trembling as he cut open the herb-roasted chicken, then carefully put a bite into his mouth.

The chicken had a crispy skin and was tender and juicy inside, while the quinoa salad was refreshing and helped cut through the richness, which suited her taste perfectly.

After a violent and terrifying car accident, the food I'm eating now is a great comfort to me.

A sense of relief, as if surviving a disaster, instantly spread throughout my body.

After Liang finished his meal, he called the waiter to clear the table, and his phone on the table vibrated at that moment.

Liang Yu looked at her phone screen; it was a number from country A. She pressed the answer button.

"Hello, who is this?"

The person on the other end of the phone immediately replied:

"Miss, hello. I'm Assistant Geng's assistant. Assistant Geng arranged for me to handle the villa transfer procedures for you. Are you available now?"

Liang Yu replied:

"It's convenient, you can come over now."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Yu decided to verify the situation with Geng Shi.

She no longer dares to trust a stranger.

Liang Yu sent the number to Geng Shi and then sent a message to confirm.

[Assistant Geng, is this your assistant's number? He contacted me, saying he'll help me with the villa transfer procedures.]

Geng Shi replied to the message quickly.

Yes, Miss, he is my assistant. You can just call him Xiao Zhang.

Xiao Zhang will bring several copies of the contracts. I'll send you a copy of the contract details so you can check them against your own documents before signing. If everything is correct, you can sign directly.

Liang Yu replied.

Okay, thank you for your hard work, Assistant Geng.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang at the hotel suite.

Xiao Zhang, dressed in a sharp black suit and carrying a brown paper document bag, entered the room and respectfully said to Liang Yu:

"Miss, hello, I'm Xiao Zhang. The file contains the purchase contract for the villa. Please take a look."

As Xiao Zhang spoke, he opened the file bag and neatly arranged the contracts inside on the coffee table.

Liang Yu picked up the contract, quickly checked the key details that Geng Shi had sent her, and then carefully reviewed all the contracts.

After confirming that there were no problems, I placed the contract on the coffee table and looked around for a pen.

Xiao Zhang handed over a Montblanc fountain pen at the right moment; the pen had a champagne gold body with exquisite engravings.

Liang Yu naturally took the pen, without asking Xiao Zhang to step aside just because Xiao Zhang was standing in front of him.

She confidently grasped the pen with her right hand and signed her name with trembling hands.

Liang Yu handed the signed contract back to Xiao Zhang.

Xiao Zhang accepted it respectfully with both hands and replied earnestly:

"Miss, I will keep track of the villa transfer. Assistant Geng will contact you once all the formalities are completed."

Liang Yu smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Zhang respectfully replied, "It's no trouble at all, it's my duty," then said goodbye to Liang Yu and left the suite.

Liang Yu finally relaxed completely. He took a shower and then lay down in bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, a very faint light shone through the gap in the curtains.

She picked up her phone to check the time; it was only 5 a.m.

There were two messages on my phone, one from Lin Xiao and the other from Yan Qifa.

Liang Yu first opened Lin Xiao's message.

【Xiao Yu, here's a gift list. Pick whatever you like; I won't be shy.】

Liang Yu opened the list and kept scrolling down the screen.

Lin Xiao was certainly not being polite at all, as it was a long list.

Liang Yu sighed softly. It seemed he had to take a good look around the duty-free shop before leaving.

Liang Yu opened Yan Qi's message again; it had been sent yesterday evening.

[Is tomorrow at 2 PM okay?]

Yan Qi asked about the art exhibition.

Liang Yu replied immediately.

Okay, no problem. If we still have time after watching, we can go to the duty-free shop.

Yan Qi replied to the message quickly.

【it is good. 】

At 1:20 p.m., the Aston Martin slowly pulled up in the drop-off area in front of the hotel.

The doorman quickly stepped forward and opened the car door for Yan Qi.

Yan Qimai stepped out of the car, and the afternoon sun shone on him, casting a halo around him.

The halo was instantly assimilated by his sinister aura, making his oppressive presence even more intimidating.

Guests entering and leaving the hotel would turn their heads to look at him, but no one dared to get too close. When passing by him, they would take the initiative to go around him.

Yan Qi walked directly around the front of the car and went to the passenger seat.

He leaned against the car door, his long legs slightly bent, one hand casually resting on the car body, the other hand in the pocket of his black trousers, his posture relaxed and lazy, yet quietly and patiently waiting for Liang Yu.

A dozen minutes later, the revolving door slowly turned, and Liang Yu walked out.

She looked up and saw Yan Qi leaning against the Aston Martin.

His eyes were lowered, making it impossible to discern his emotions. Only the oppressive aura emanating from him isolated everything around him, creating a cold and desolate corner of his own.

It seems that Yan Qi has been waiting here for a while.

Liang Yu smiled apologetically and strode towards Yan Qi.

As Liang Yu approached Yan Qi, he greeted him with a smile:

Good afternoon, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

Yan Qi slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Liang Yu's face, and replied calmly:

"I just arrived too."

Yan Qi immediately opened the car door, reached out to block the roof frame, and said, "Get in, no need to fasten your seatbelt."

Liang Yu smiled and nodded, her eyes crinkling as she got into the car.

The Aston Martin slowly started moving and drove away from the hotel, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

Liang Yu glanced at Yan Qi and whispered:

"Yan Qi, I slept all day yesterday and didn't wake up until early this morning, so I only saw the message you sent me yesterday evening this morning."

Yan Qi glanced sideways at Liang Yu, a faint smile playing on his lips, and asked in a low voice:

Are you trying to explain this to me?

Liang Yu was taken aback, subconsciously raised the back of his hand to rub his forehead, and after a few seconds of silence, looked at Yan Qi and replied seriously:

"I was afraid that if I didn't reply to your messages in time, you would overthink it."

Then he straightened up, looked straight ahead, and continued in a serious tone:

"If I don't reply to your messages promptly in the future, it means I was busy and didn't check my phone."

"I will reply to you as soon as I see the message."

"I'm telling you all this today just to let you know that you shouldn't overthink things because I didn't reply to your messages promptly in the future."

Yan Qi's gaze was focused on the road in front of the car, and he appeared completely calm.

But hidden beneath her long eyelashes, a swirling, fervent heat was surging within her pupils.

He was silent for a few seconds, deliberately lowering his voice, and the sound that came out was indifferent and cold:

"it is good."

About half an hour later, the Aston Martin stopped in front of a uniquely styled building.

The building is entirely white, with all the walls being winding and uneven, and it has little decoration, making it look very strange and distorted.

The building is surrounded by lush greenery, which isolates it from the noise of the outside world and makes it exceptionally tranquil.

Liang Yu stared at the building before him in astonishment, his tone tinged with surprise:

"Yan Qi, this building has a very unique design."

"At first glance, it seems strangely shaped, but upon closer inspection, it contains a modern artistic flair."

"It's the kind of design that grows on you; the more you look at it, the more interesting it becomes."

Yan Qi unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and walked around to the passenger side to open the door for Liang Yu.

"Go inside and take a look; maybe the paintings inside will surprise you even more."

Liang Yu nodded and got out of the car with a smile.

The two walked to the glass door, which opened automatically, releasing a faint scent of oil painting.

Liang Yu followed the signs and walked inside.

The room was quiet; the only sound was the slow, rhythmic footsteps of the two of them, rising and falling in perfect harmony.

Just as Yan Qi said, there was no one else at the art exhibition during this period, only the two of them.

What Liang Yu found extremely strange was that, just like the exterior walls, none of the interior walls were straight.

The walls are all crooked and twisted, with subtle textures.

Liang Yu was puzzled, wondering how such a wall could be erected.

Following the signpost, Liang Yu turned a corner and saw many paintings hanging on a twisted wall not far away.

Each oil painting was illuminated directly by a beam of warm yellow spotlight, reflecting eye-catching colors.

Liang Yu was drawn to the colors in the painting and hurried toward the nearest one.

This is a starry sky picture, the entire painting is drawn using zigzag lines.

The stars are outlined with very small undulations, while the night sky is pieced together with larger undulations. The overall picture has a great color contrast, creating a strange and distorted beauty.

Liang Yu stared at the painting, stunned and rooted to the spot for a long while.

After she came to her senses, she couldn't help but walk towards another painting.

This painting is still a heavy-colored oil painting outlined with zigzag lines of varying sizes.

Liang Yu couldn't help but look at one painting after another.

As she expected, every painting in the exhibition was drawn with zigzag lines; there wasn't a single straight line in any of them.

It's either a richly colored oil painting with bold color schemes, a unique and eye-catching composition.

It's either a pencil sketch, simple and gentle, yet still unique.

Liang Yu couldn't help but admire the artists who created these paintings.

She suddenly recalled what Yan Qi had once said.

"A long time ago, someone very important to me got injured. She also loved to draw, but she injured her hand, and as you said, she couldn't hold a pen to draw straight lines."

"So I tried drawing with curves and broken lines."

"I hope that one day she can see my portrait, and then pick up her paintbrush again and do what she loves to do."

So, were all these paintings painted by Yan Qi, that very important person?

No wonder Yan Qi was able to book a time slot when there were no other people at this invitation-only art exhibition.

So it's because they have a good relationship.

I wonder if the artist of these paintings is male or female?

Liang Yu looked at the painting in front of him calmly, even his eyes were deliberately indifferent.

But a strange sour feeling arose in my heart, slowly climbing up my veins and getting stuck in my throat, making me feel uncomfortable.

Liang Yu swallowed silently and asked Yan Qi in a soft voice:

"Yan Qi, you and this painter must have a good relationship, right?"