Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252: Clearly, I Am Your Wife
Ziyi felt a wave of bitterness in her heart.
She nodded, choking up, "Fine, if you haven’t come back in three months, I’ll marry someone else and let you be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"
The man silently chuckled and kissed the top of her head.
...
Pei Yuanchen pushed open the door and saw the black-clad bodyguards standing outside. His expression was very calm.
"Sir, Madam asked me to inform you to remember to leave in an hour," the bodyguard said respectfully.
Pei Yuanchen replied coldly, "Hmm." "Go back to Madam, I will return on time."
The bodyguards were silent for a moment, then dispersed without a word.
Pei Yuanchen then turned around, smiling slightly as he lifted his chin, "Come on, Ayuan must have arrived by now."
Ziyi bit her lip, her expression downcast, "I am your real wife."
The man’s hand suddenly tightened, then slowly relaxed.
"Well, it’s certainly not her," he chuckled softly, taking her along as they left.
Ayuan was waiting in the downstairs café.
Pei Yuanchen, dressed in casual clothes, wasn’t connected with Ludwig, so he smoothly delivered Ziyi to Ayuan.
"Miss, you really worried me!" Ayuan rushed up as soon as she saw her, grabbing her wrist and looking her up and down, "Why didn’t you give me a call?"
Ziyi blushed deeply, "Sorry..."
"It’s nothing, Miss, let’s head back quickly." She pulled Ziyi behind her, glaring fiercely at the man across the way.
Pei Yuanchen already lit a cigarette and looked quietly at Ziyi.
His expression was very calm, but his eyes were profoundly deep, as if countless emotions were hidden within.
Suddenly, Ayuan couldn’t think of anything to say in reproach and grumbled, "Goodbye, Mr. Pei."
After speaking, she forcefully took Ziyi away.
Ziyi felt a pang in her chest, looking back longingly at him, constantly turning her head.
But Pei Yuanchen didn’t make any attempt to stop her, his expression not changing in the slightest.
However, the cigarette between his fingers had already burned to the end, and he seemed utterly unaware.
Not long after Ziyi left, the black-clad bodyguards appeared again, silently watching him from a distance.
Pei Yuanchen chuckled to himself, retracting his gaze, turning around, and walking toward his unknown fate.
...
In the parking lot.
Jin Baiyan leaned against the car, seeing Ayuan and Ziyi approaching from a distance.
He chuckled, turning around to open the car door for them.
Ziyi walked up to him, somewhat embarrassed, "Jin Baiyan..."
"Get in the car," he said with a peaceful smile, "We’re heading back to Yanzhou City."
"Okay." Ziyi gently nodded and bent down to get into the car.
Once Ayuan was also seated, Jin Baiyan closed the car door, got into the driver’s seat, and started the car.
Ziyi’s sharp eyes noticed a rectangular object wrapped in paper on the passenger seat, instinctively sensing it was a painting...
Jin Baiyan noticed her curious look through the rearview mirror and picked it up to hand it to her, "I received this last night."
Ziyi dumbly took it and unwrapped the paper.
Her breath caught.
It was the piece from the art exhibition that was suspected to be Vimier’s work, now in her hands.
Ziyi’s eyes welled up with tears.
She suddenly laughed hoarsely, "Actually, this painting isn’t an original by Vimier. I knew it wasn’t the moment I saw it; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been up for auction. He truly lacks artistic talent."
"Miss..." Ayuan’s expression was complicated.
Ziyi said no more and instead hugged the painting tightly to her chest, her tears flowing even more fiercely.
