After becoming invincible after descending the mountain, the aloof and beautiful CEO couldn't s

"It can be cured!"

The two simple words were like a boulder falling into the lake of Zhou Qian's heart, stirring up huge ripples.

Her voice was filled with incredulous joy: "That's wonderful! How do I treat it?"

"Acupuncture will solve it."

"Acupuncture?"

Zhou Qian asked doubtfully, "Is this traditional Chinese medicine?"

Su Hao nodded.

Zhou Qian hesitated for a moment.

Traditional Chinese medicine's advantage lies mainly in conditioning the body, but it doesn't seem to be very effective for things like tumors, right?

"Mr. Su, when is the acupuncture session?"

Su Hao checked the time and said, "I have something to do today. I have to go visit President Li's cousin later. I'll give you some acupuncture treatment when I have time."

"All right……"

Zhou Qian looked slightly disappointed.

The car sped along and soon arrived at the police station.

The statement was taken very quickly.

The video evidence is conclusive and the facts are clear. The actions of Huang Dali, Huang Huihong, and Qiu Cao constitute false accusation and framing, as well as disrupting public order. They will face legal sanctions.

After giving their statements, Zhou Qian and Su Hao walked out of the police station together.

"Mr. Su, I can take a taxi back to the company myself. You don't need to see me off. You can go about your business." Zhou Qian stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi.

"OK."

Su Hao drove back to the Yunxi Bay villa.

At this moment, Song Xiaoxiao was sitting cross-legged on the living room sofa, holding a picture book in her hands, looking at it with great interest.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, a hint of reproach in her voice: "Oh dear, you're so slow!"

"I took care of something."

Su Hao brushed it off with a single sentence, then asked, "Your cousin asked me to keep you company, so you're not just planning to stay home, are you?"

"Of course not."

Song Xiaoxiao closed the art book and said with great interest, "There's an art exhibition that I really want to see. Will you come with me?"

"What art exhibition?"

"You'll see when you come with me."

Song Xiaoxiao beckoned with her finger, picked up the bag she had prepared, changed her shoes, and went out the door.

"Hurry up, or we'll miss it."

"Coming, coming, have some water."

Su Hao put down his water glass and followed Song Xiaoxiao.

......

Jinling Art Museum.

Located in the heart of the old town, it is a building that blends the style of the Republic of China era with modern design.

Today, the place is exceptionally lively. A red carpet is laid out at the entrance, and flower baskets are placed on both sides. Celebrities from all walks of life, literati, and collectors have gathered together to participate in the annual "Unknown Masters" calligraphy and painting appreciation conference.

When Su Hao and Song Xiaoxiao arrived, the exhibition hall was already packed with people.

Song Xiaoxiao had clearly been looking forward to this art exhibition for a long time. As soon as she entered, she pulled Su Hao straight to the central exhibition area.

The largest crowd gathered there, with almost everyone stopping to admire a huge painting hanging on a freestanding exhibition wall.

"The Peacock Flies Southeast".

The painting depicts a peacock standing atop a rock, its tail feathers magnificent and its expression proud. The background is rendered in ink wash, depicting distant mountains and clouds. The overall composition is grand and majestic, with delicate and meticulous brushstrokes. It possesses both the artistic conception of traditional Chinese painting and a touch of modern aesthetic dynamism.

"This is the masterpiece of the unknown master, 'The Peacock Flies Southeast'." Song Xiaoxiao stood in front of the painting, her eyes full of appreciation and reverence.

"Last year, it fetched a record-breaking price of one hundred million US dollars, which is the highest price ever paid for a single work by a living Chinese painter. As a result, the unknown master was hailed as the number one contemporary Chinese painter."

Su Hao stood in front of the painting with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head and looking at it for a long time with a somewhat subtle expression.

"What's wrong?" Song Xiaoxiao noticed his strange expression and asked curiously.

"This painting..." Su Hao paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully.

"It was drawn quite casually."

"Whatever?" A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him immediately cast a disapproving glance at him upon hearing his words.

"Young man, do you even know what art is? This painting is exquisite in brushwork and profound in its artistic conception. It took an unknown master three whole months to complete, and you actually say it's haphazard?"

Su Hao glanced at him but didn't reply.

But his comment, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, has stirred up ripples.

Several other people admiring the paintings around them turned around, their eyes filled with varying degrees of dissatisfaction and disdain.

"Young people these days are really arrogant and ignorant."

"To dare to make such presumptuous comments about the paintings of an unknown master? They probably haven't even held a brush before!"

"Judging by his attire, he's probably just here to crash the exhibition. What does he know about art?"

......

Su Hao ignored these discussions, only looking at the painting, a strange feeling that was hard to describe welled up in his heart.

Didn't I lose this painting myself?

How did I end up here?

Just as the discussion was gaining momentum, a clear, cool female voice came from behind the crowd.

"This gentleman seems to have unique insights into the paintings of the unknown master?"

The crowd parted automatically to make way, and a woman dressed in a moon-white cheongsam walked slowly towards them.

She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a slender figure and a cool temperament. Her long, black hair was loosely tied up with a white jade hairpin, revealing her swan-like neck.

What's most striking is her skin.

It was an almost transparent white, as if shrouded in a faint moonlight, gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the lamplight.

Her appearance drew expressions of awe from many of those present.

"It's Miss Shen Qingci!"

"That genius female painter from the Shen family of Jinling? She's here too!"

"I heard that she topped the list of young Chinese painters at the age of 29 and is hailed as the most talented female painter of our time!"

Song Xiaoxiao quickly tugged at Su Hao's sleeve and whispered, "Apologize quickly! This Miss Shen's status in the domestic art world is second only to the unknown master. If we offend her, none of us will have a good outcome."

Su Hao ignored her reminder and focused his gaze on Shen Qingci, raising his eyebrows slightly.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he slowly spoke, uttering a statement that caused an uproar throughout the room.

"You're about to die."

The entire exhibition hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Su Hao in disbelief, as if they were looking at a madman.

Shen Qingci's face instantly darkened: "What did you say?"

Song Xiaoxiao panicked and tugged hard at Su Hao's sleeve: "Su Hao! Don't talk nonsense!"

Su Hao remained calm, meeting Shen Qingci's gaze with composure, and said, word by word, "Every year on the night of the full moon on the fifteenth of the lunar calendar, when the Yin energy of heaven and earth reaches its peak, a cold energy within your body will surge uncontrollably and wildly."

"During an attack, it feels as if all the meridians in the body are being cut by ice, the limbs become stiff and numb from the cold, there is a cold and painful sensation in the chest, night sweats and chills, mental confusion, and in severe cases, it can even lead to coma, is that right?"

Shen Qingci's expression changed from initial anger to shock, and finally to an incredulous horror.

Every word Su Hao said was exactly the same as her monthly experiences.

"How...how did you know?"

Su Hao did not answer Shen Qingci's question, but continued, "Women's innate qi and blood are inherently weak. Your constitution cannot withstand the Taiyin cold qi for long. Without the neutralization and harmonization of pure yang dragon qi, your lifespan will be fixed at thirty years old. Once you reach thirty, all your meridians will freeze and shatter, and your qi and blood will be exhausted, leading to your death."

These words struck Shen Qingci's heart like a heavy hammer blow.

Her face turned ashen instantly, her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Song Xiaoxiao was also stunned.

She looked at Shen Qingci's pale face, then at Su Hao, and felt a surge of shared sympathy.

Having also suffered from a terminal illness myself, I know all too well the fear of being shrouded in the shadow of death.

Song Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Su Hao, "Su Hao... why don't you help her?"

Shen Qingci suddenly raised her head and said coldly, "No need. I know my own body well, and I don't need outsiders to worry about it."

She paused, then looked sharply at Su Hao: "Don't change the subject. You must apologize to Master Weiming for what you just said. You insulted his painting."

Su Hao looked at her stubborn eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"I did not insult his painting, because I painted it myself."