Chapter 290 The Paranoid Painter 20 (2/2)

"Just because he insisted on provoking that wealthy businessman from overseas!!!"

Su Qingyuan roared.

"My parents' life's work is all gone... all gone..."

He pulled a fruit knife from his pocket, his eyes gleaming with madness.

"Brother, no...no..."

Su Qingyan crawled backward in terror, but her broken leg prevented her from moving quickly.

A flash of light.

Su Qingyan felt a sharp pain in her neck. She looked down at the knife hilt that was almost touching her body and opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Su Qingyuan released his grip and staggered backward, as if he had just realized what he had done.

He looked at his sister's pained and contorted face and suddenly burst into laughter, a shrill and insane laugh.

Amidst screams and calls for help from passersby, Su Qingyuan was subdued by the police who arrived quickly.

Su Qingyan collapsed in a pool of blood, her consciousness gradually fading.

The last thing she saw was the sky, and her own distorted reflection in the blood. The last thing she heard was the distant sound of police sirens.

Reborn into this life, she was unable to change her fate; instead, she suffered an even more tragic end than in her previous life.

In the VIP ward of Lishi Hospital, Jin Ye was carefully feeding Zi Xi porridge.

His phone vibrated, and a short message popped up: "Target dealt with."

He deleted the message expressionlessly and continued to blow on the porridge in his spoon to cool it down, as if he had just seen a spam message.

"The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow, but I need to come back regularly to change my dressings."

He said softly.

Zi Xi nodded and made an OK sign with her uninjured hand.

"I will never let you out of my sight again."

Jin Ye took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.

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The huge success of the international art exhibition led Jin Ye to receive invitations from top domestic art institutions.

He accepted the invitation because he wanted to go back to China with Zixi to meet her parents.

"It's about time..."

He held Zixi's hand on the private jet, his gaze deep.

Zi Xi felt uneasy.

She usually video calls with her parents and hasn't returned to this country that holds painful memories for many years.

As the plane landed, she instinctively tightened her grip on Jin Ye's hand.

Jin Ye arranged an extremely luxurious affair.

The convoy that picked them up was all black Maybachs, escorted by bodyguards in front and behind.

As the convoy entered the city, Zi Xi looked out the window at the familiar yet unfamiliar street scene, her breathing becoming slightly rapid.

That's the road I used to take to school.

She thought silently, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jin Ye immediately noticed.

On the opening night of the art exhibition, a red carpet was laid out outside the art center, and flashes of light went off one after another.

When Jin Ye appeared with Zi Xi, the entire audience was in an uproar.

He was dressed in a custom-made black suit, exuding a powerful aura, while Zi Xi wore a pure white crepe dress, with a diamond teardrop necklace around her neck that sparkled, making her look as beautiful as a fairy who had descended to earth.

When reporters tried to interview him, he simply replied, "All the glory tonight belongs to my wife."

This declaration was broadcast live throughout the country.

Inside the art center, Zi Xi maintained an elegant smile, but Jin Ye could feel the cold sweat on her palms.

Zi Xi's body visibly stiffened when their gazes met those of several elegantly dressed young women.

Those were the masterminds who bullied her and forced her to drop out of school.

Lin Wei, Zhao Manru, and Chen Siqi.

Even now, thanks to their family background, they still thrive in society.

"Long time no see, Bai."

"Looks like you're doing pretty well abroad. Did you manage to climb the social ladder?"

Lin Wei stepped forward with a fake smile, but her eyes were full of disdain as she looked at her dress and jewelry.