Upon hearing that she was the first to spot the painting as a fake, Ming Zongyuan glanced at the girl dragging her suitcase a few more times.
"Young lady, you have a good eye. Although this is a fake, it's a very close copy. If I hadn't seen the original, I probably wouldn't have been able to tell the difference immediately,"
Gu Weiwei chuckled lightly. "It was just a coincidence."
She had just happened to have seen the original.
"Ruya, you're too careless. How could you make such a big mistake? If Weiwei hadn't discovered the painting was fake in time, and it hadn't been delivered to the Wilsons until tomorrow, how much face would you have lost for the Fu Group?"
"I... I didn't expect it either. The person who arranged the sale repeatedly assured me it was genuine..."
Meng Ruya stammered, looking remorseful.
Fu Hanzheng glanced at his assistant, Xu Qian. "Contact a lawyer, find the person who arranged the sale and the auction house to recover the losses. Don't delegate your work."
This was addressed to Xu Qian, but also to Meng Ruya.
"Yes, boss, I'll go right away," Xu Qian nodded.
Originally, he was supposed to handle the auction of the painting himself, but Meng Ruya offered to do it.
He was busy at the time, and considering her close relationship with the Fu family and her background in art, he figured it wouldn't be a problem for her to go.
If it weren't for Mu Weiwei's outburst and the discovery that the painting was fake, the consequences after it was sent out tomorrow would have been unimaginable.
"Brother, Ruya and I will go. Xu Qian has to chair the afternoon meeting," Fu Shiqin said.
Now that the painting has been identified as fake, according to the bet, wouldn't he have to call Mu Weiwei "Dad"?
So, he might as well leave now.
Meng Ruya glared at Gu Weiwei standing to the side. Originally, she had intended to teach Gu Weiwei a lesson and get her kicked out of the Tianshui Villa.
In the end, instead of making Gu Weiwei suffer, she had shot herself in the foot.
Fu Hanzheng personally poured Ming Zongyuan a cup of tea. "Mr. Ming, there's an emergency. We need a painting by Priyan. I wonder... if you could part with it?"
The Wilsons are fans of Priyan, but they probably can't buy an authentic work right now.
Mr. Ming has many pieces in his collection; if he were willing to give up one, it would be enough for their emergency.
"No way! These are my precious treasures. I wouldn't sell them for any price."
Upon hearing that Fu Hanzheng was eyeing his collection, Ming Zongyuan refused to drink his tea and tried to leave.
Fu Hanzheng knew he couldn't persuade Ming Zongyuan to part with it, so he didn't ask any further questions.
"Xu Qian, see Mr. Ming out."
After seeing Ming Zongyuan off, Fu Hanzheng looked at Gu Weiwei, his brows furrowing with scrutiny.
"You did nothing wrong with the painting, but that doesn't mean you can stay here."
"I understand. I'll leave immediately and never appear before you again."
Gu Weiwei nodded, making a solemn promise.
Fu Hanzheng glanced at the time, said goodbye to Grandma Fu, and hurried off to work.
With Grandma Fu's help, Gu Weiwei arrived at the Jinxiu Apartment near Mu Weiwei's school.
"This place has been empty for a while, you can stay here temporarily. Hanzheng's in a bad mood lately, don't bother him anymore."
"Okay," Gu Weiwei readily agreed.
Not only now, but she would never bother Fu Hanzheng again.
"Although you went a bit too far this time, well done." Grandma Fu finished speaking, giving her an encouraging look before leaving.
Gu Weiwei's lips twitched. "..."
Well done?
She meant she was referring to her forcing herself on Fu Hanzheng, well done?
You've done this to your grandson, does he even know?