"Auntie, I'm sorry, I was wrong! Please forgive me this time."
"You don't owe me an apology, you owe it to Jiang Nanfei."
"Jiang Nanfei ——"
"Wait a minute!" Nan Fei raised her hand to interrupt Mi Yuezhen, her sharp gaze piercing through her, her eyes as calm and composed as water, "Let me guess why you're trying to defame me, targeting me."
A sudden fear gripped Mi Yuezhen's heart, a fear she had never experienced before.
"Is it because of that painting named 'Young Maiden'? You're afraid people will know that I'm the artist who painted 'Young Maiden', so you want to drive me away, as far away as possible, right?"
She'd felt strangely singled out at the hotel door yesterday, but she hadn't been able to figure out why.
It wasn't until this morning when she was out with He Shasha that she saw a replica of the painting in a window on the street and everything clicked.
