Chapter 699 - Chapter 699 Chapter 698 His Son_1
Chapter 699: Chapter 698 His Son_1 Chapter 699: Chapter 698 His Son_1 At this point, Huo Kewei also sat up, looking back at everything going on behind him. His face, usually graced with a touch of mischief, now harbored no trace of a smile.
“Back to the mansion. Now.”
Watching the car recede into the distance, a man and a woman stepped out of a black sedan. The woman, at her early forties, still had an enchanting figure. Her inky hair contrasted with her crimson lips, her skin as white as snow. She had a delicate face, her thin red lips subtly drawn as if effortlessly emanating an air of icy indifference that disconcerted people.
Her slightly squinting eyes emanated a forest-like coldness.
“Is it him?” The woman asked, staring dazedly at the departing car.
The man driving didn’t know how to respond.
“It’s definitely him.” The woman seemed to have confirmed something. Her gaze turned hostile when she shifted her attention back to the pile of rocks on the hillside where the landslide had occurred. “That good for nothing Huo Linong. Should have killed him when I had the chance.”
“I heard his son is quite capable. There might not be another opportunity to make a move.”
When mentioned about his son, the woman’s hatred intensified.
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Nan Fei didn’t sleep well last night and the first thing she heard after waking up the next day was that something had happened to the Huo family.
Wang Guixiang was busy packing up things, planning to visit the Huo family after lunch. Seeing Nan Fei descend downstairs, she called out, “Nan Fei, I heard that Huo Kewei had a car accident last night. Do you want to come with me to pay a visit?”
Only after saying this did she realize that it might be a little awkward since Nan Fei is just the child bride arranged for Huo Beijiang from his days in the village.
Furthermore, it seemed like the Huo family didn’t acknowledge Nan Fei’s existence at all.
Nan Fei was frightened upon hearing that Huo Kewei had been in a car accident. She hurriedly enquired about his condition and only relaxed when she was confirmed that he wasn’t in life-threatening danger.
“I’ll go!” Nan Fei pursed her lips. Thinking about how Huo Kewei used to chase her, calling her ‘aunt’. How could she not go? “Wait a moment, let me prepare a gift.”
Having no idea what Huo Kewei might need, the only things of real value she could give, considering her current stage in life, were her paintings. Thus she hurriedly went to the study. Dai Jinhai, was in there reading. Seeing her, he asked cheerily, “You want to paint?”
“Yes, I want to go visit Huo Kewei with Aunt Wang. I don’t have anything decent to bring along, so I thought of giving him one of my paintings.”
“Of course, of course.” Dai Jinhai gave up his seat and excitedly said, “You paint, and I’ll help you to frame it. You can also witness my framing technique.”
Every master of traditional Chinese painting is proficient in framing, not only for framing but also for imitating, aging, and judging artwork.