CHAPTER 444: 219. ’MADAM, A YOUNG LADY HAS ARRIVED AT THE HOUSE, AND SHE’S HOLDING A BABY.

Huo Yihan, "..."

The last auction item.

"This is a painting donated by Miss Xu Moyi. As I mentioned earlier, Miss Xu couldn’t attend tonight due to other commitments, so there wasn’t a starting price set for this painting. All proceeds will be donated to the Mountain Hope Primary School project."

The vase auctioned under the joint name of Xu Moyi and Xiao Ran was immediately purchased by a wealthy businessperson at the beginning of the event.

"Few people know that Miss Xu Moyi has already gained some fame in the art world using the signature: H.H, and all letters are uppercase. You can search online; this painting by Miss Xu is from ten years ago and is unique."

It was the one Nan Wan had once seen in a magazine.

The frame is made of the simplest solid wood. Magnified by the projector, it indeed shows some age.

On the light beige rice paper, there lies a daisy that hasn’t bloomed.

The lines are very simple, and the colors aren’t particularly notable, only appearing fresh and elegant.

The daisy’s flower language: love hidden deep within the heart.

So, did Xu Moyi know Huo Yihan even ten years ago?

"The oil painting donated by Miss Xu Moyi is now open for bidding."

Right after the host finished speaking, someone raised a sign, "Ten million."

It was Huo Yihan.

His voice was so faint that no unusual emotion could be discerned. His peach-blossom eyes slightly narrowed, gazing at the constantly dark mobile screen, much like his demeanor during previous bids.

The artist H.H does have a bit of a reputation in the art world, never having accepted magazine column interviews, nor disclosed any of the current popular social media accounts.

If the host hadn’t mentioned it today, probably no one would know.

But... this was only Xu Moyi’s work from ten years ago, and she was only about fourteen or fifteen at that time; the lines were still very immature.

Those who like this style might collect it, but in such a setting, a few tens of thousands would be inadequate, yet more would seem unworthy.

But Huo Yihan didn’t give them any time to consider.

Ten million...

A rich, brainless big fool; that’s probably what Mr. Huo embodies.

The host, used to grand occasions, was taken aback and needed someone to support his jaw.

"Does anyone else wish to bid?"

Probably not.

After arranging his astonished expression, he smiled appropriately, "Then the winner of Miss Xu’s painting is Mr. Huo Yihan."

...

Huo Yihan left earlier than both Mu Jin Huan and Nan Wan, not having the patience to listen to the organizers’ words of thanks, and exited through a side door nearby.

He had a demeanor of, ’I’m just here for this painting, no time to hear your rambling nonsense.’

In the car.

Mu Jin Huan unscrewed the cap of a bottle of mineral water, handing it to the woman beside him, "To what extent have Mo Yi and Xiao Ran developed?"

He asked naturally, seemingly without any intention of prying into others’ privacy, merely making small talk.

"Spiritually and physically," Nan Wan took the water bottle, sipping it, "Which aspect are you referring to?"

Everyone told Xu Moyi that she was restless like a child, whereas Xiao Ran was gentle and steady, with complementary personalities that matched well for marriage, saying even in conflicts, Xiao Ran would accommodate her.

However, no matter what others said, only Xu Moyi knew her truest thoughts.

The small woman had her long hair tied at the back loosened, pressed under her coat, and Mu Jin Huan’s single hand rested on her shoulder, his slender fingers slowly moving, pulling her hair out from beneath the coat.

With serene dark eyes, calm and unruffled, "Whatever you’re in the mood for."

Nan Wan handed the water bottle back, turning to look at him, her fine brows and eyes filled with a smile, "Regrettably, I don’t know about either."

Having enjoyed much more superior material conditions than an average person, one cannot also expect to have equal rights.

Many things are beyond one’s control.

Including marriage.

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Due to Nan Wan’s physical condition, Jiu Jiu had been on formula from birth, so when she started working, needing to be busy from dawn till dusk, there wasn’t so much burden.

Just that in the past few months, she could laugh foolishly with her son every day, and now suddenly not seeing him all day was initially hard to adapt to, prompting her to call home every few hours.

Hearing Jiu Jiu’s laughter eased her concerns a bit.

It took more than half a month to adjust.

As she started working, the florist owner resumed sending flowers to her office every morning, though it was no longer lilies as before.

"These are moth orchids," the owner explained with a smile, "the flower language is ’I love you’."

More restrained than red roses, yet the implication is more noble and genuine.

After the owner left, Nan Wan stared blankly at the bunch of moth orchids on the windowsill for a while, then slowly walked over, gently touching the purple petals with her fingers.

Her delicate features basked in warm sunlight, donned in a white coat, where pure white and light intertwined, as if a halo enveloped her.

Her brows and eyes were gentle and serene, with a slowly rising corner of her mouth, as beautiful as a painting.

Qin Zhenzhen returned to school to prepare for graduation, leaving Nan Wan with no help, so busy she couldn’t even spare a moment to drink water.

Around noon, she received a call from the housemaid, "Ma’am, a young lady has come to our house, holding a baby, claiming to be your friend."