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She shouldn't worry; her father wasn't that kind of person. The main concern was her mother. Yun Zhi Yue felt that there was something here, and over the next few days, she planned to have a good talk with her biological father to see if she could extract the truth.
In the office, there was no one else around. Yun Fu sat in silence for a long time before finding a key to unlock the innermost drawer of his desk. He took out a slightly faded picture frame that held a photo of two young men in their twenties, arms draped over each other's shoulders, their smiling faces filled with youthful dreams and vitality.
The man on the left was none other than a young Yun Fu. If Yun Zhi Yue were to see this photo at that moment, she would undoubtedly think that the man resembled Yue Tong greatly; it was clear they shared a blood relation.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Yun Fu's eyes as he thought of Yue Xiang. Did that child follow in your footsteps? He felt frustrated that he, as an uncle, had never been able to help her and had refused to lend a hand. Should he clarify his feelings?
Meanwhile, Yun Zhi Yue was relaxed at work, unaware that Sun Xiaoyue had already arrived in the capital and that someone was secretly helping her handle everything.
Sun Xiaoyue crouched in the back kitchen of a large eatery, enduring the foul smell of leftover food. Only when those pursuing her had moved far away did she let out a sigh of relief and stagger out.
She took out her phone and dialed: A Yue Family Head.
"What?" The man's voice was cold, as if no one could touch him.
It wasn't always like this; during high school, his gaze towards Yun Zhi Yue had been warm and full of emotion.
Sun Xiaoyue tightened her grip on her phone, suppressing the pain in her heart as she awkwardly said, "I’ve gotten close to several Si Gao Guan recently. Now someone is deliberately exposing this to their wives. I’m being chased right now and can’t get close to Yun Zhi Yue at all."
She bit her lip until it bled but felt no pain, waiting for the voice on the other end as if awaiting judgment. How would Yue Tong view her? Would he think she was filthy? But she was only trying to repay her father's debts.
If she had known she would encounter Yue Tong again, she would never have allowed herself to appear so wretched in front of him.
Finding a place to hide was orchestrated by the Nan Family; as for Yun Zhi Yue, she'd handle it herself.
Noticing the call about to disconnect, Sun Xiaoyue hurriedly said, "A Tong, you know I would do anything for you. If you need anything, make sure to call me."
Before waiting for any response, the call ended abruptly. Sun Xiaoyue stood by the street watching the bustling pedestrians and suddenly felt very cold.
Yun Zhi Yue had been trying to get information from her father for several days now. However, her usually easygoing dad became busy with various excuses whenever Yue Tong's name came up, effectively shutting down any discussion on the matter. Especially recently, something unexpected she saw in the office left her with even more questions in her heart.
Just as her mother had a sudden whim to take her to see some newly opened art exhibition, her father immediately left her at home, no longer taking her to work. There was no way around it; one must appease their own mother, so Yun Zhi Yue had no choice but to go along.
Dust? That name didn’t sound like an art exhibition at all. Looking at the well-decorated Art Gallery, Yun Zhi Yue casually asked.
Lan Mu nodded. "Yes, this place just opened. I accepted their invitation; the owner should be quite an interesting young man. The invitation was well-written, so I thought I’d bring you to take a look."
As the mother and daughter approached, they noticed several familiar faces from high society. It seemed that the owner of this gallery had quite the connections. Art is priceless when encountered by the right people; those who can afford it must have some wealth.
Lan Mu walked straight in, clearly looking for someone.
Yun Zhi Yue squinted, suddenly getting a sense of what was happening. Coming to see the art was just a pretense; after not being in touch for so long, someone must be getting restless.
Sure enough, deep within the corridors of the Art Gallery, she spotted two familiar figures. Zhou Yu was there too?
The two stood side by side in front of a massive floor-to-ceiling painting, seemingly engaged in conversation. Were they really here to look at art?
At that moment, Yun Zhi Yue sensed something was off; why were the other guests looking at her with such strange expressions?
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