My Hidden Wife is Sweet Chapter 5: I Call You Dad
Previously on My Hidden Wife is Sweet...
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Thank you?” Fu Shiqin exploded into furious laughter from sheer irritation, convinced this woman had completely lost it. “Mu Weiwei, you wrecked a priceless painting that cost us tens of millions, yet you're demanding our thanks? Who's the real madman here, me or you?”
She had trashed an artwork valued at tens of millions of yuan, but still had the nerve to insist they thank her?
“Naturally, you're the maniac,” Gu Weiwei shot back with narrowed eyes.
“You...”
Gu Weiwei examined the oil painting—it belonged to Priam's Rose Garden series, created by the renowned 19th-century European artist. The roses appeared lovely, but the coffee soaking through the canvas had dulled everything, stripping away its original charm and artistic essence.
“You shelled out tens of millions of yuan for a fake. So tell me, aren't you the maniac?”
“A fake?!” Fu Shiqin was left utterly dumbfounded by her absurd attempt at justification.
“You lack any painting expertise or hands-on experience, so how could you possibly tell if it's authentic?”
Meng Ruya chimed in sharply, “We acquired this from the official auction house, and experts already authenticated it. No way it's a forgery.”
She had discovered the painting herself and bid on it at the auction—now this girl claimed their multi-million-yuan treasure was bogus? She was dragging Meng Ruya through the mud!
Fu Hanzheng's expression turned icy. “You'd better provide a flawless explanation for this.”
Gu Weiwei met his gaze and articulated slowly, word by word, “Priam's works typically use a thin layering technique that creates transparency or semi-transparency, giving them a vibrant feel. This imitation mimics the look closely, but it wasn't painted by Priam at all.”
“I've studied painting for years—why didn't I notice any of that?” Meng Ruya retorted with a smug smile.
Gu Weiwei grinned and replied bluntly, “If you're still skeptical, just summon Mr. Ming Zongyuan. He's the top authority on Priam's art and heads the National Association of Fine Arts. One glance from him will reveal if it's genuine or not.”
“Ha, you'll keep fighting until the bitter end!”
Fu Shiqin sneered coldly. He'd never encountered such brazenness.
He hadn't minded her crashing at the Fu residence or clinging to his brother—she was young and naive—but now she was concocting wild excuses for her mess-up!
The Old Lady glanced at Fu Hanzheng. “Even if she must face consequences, we need total certainty first. Get Mr. Ming here to inspect it.”
Fu Hanzheng dialed his assistant, requesting Ming Zongyuan's presence to appraise the painting.
Fu Shiqin scoffed. “Fine, let's have Mr. Ming check it out. Once the verdict's in, I dare you to keep talking.”
“If it's authentic, I'll compensate fully, no matter the price.” Gu Weiwei declared, then flashed a wicked smile. “But what if it's fake?”
“If it's a fake, I'll call you dad,” Fu Shiqin scoffed.
“Deal! No backing out.” Gu Weiwei stood and addressed the Old Lady.
“Grandma Fu, I'll go pack my things.”
Grandma Fu nodded. After last night's fiasco, Hanzheng wouldn't let her remain regardless of the painting's authenticity.
Gu Weiwei headed upstairs to gather Mu Weiwei's belongings. Once packed, she didn't rush down—instead, she sat calmly in the room, pondering her next steps in life.
Much later, Fu Shiqin stormed upstairs, flung open the door with a scowl, and mocked, “Mu Weiwei, Mr. Ming has arrived. No escaping now.”