129: Chapter 129 Mr. Zhuang, Plenty of Dog Food

"I'm after her money?"

Huang Zhenhua looked depressed. "Dad! Whose father are you, anyway? How can you talk about your own son like that?"

"Zhenhua," Wu Yuejiang suddenly spoke up. "Do you know what you're doing regarding that child?"

Huang Zhenhua nodded. "Xiaochen has already changed his surname to Huang and started calling me 'Dad.' I really like the kid and plan to treat him as my own son."

Wu Yuejiang was silent for a moment and glanced at Huang Jianzhi.

Huang Jianzhi picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed inwardly.

He still felt his son was getting a raw deal—a perfectly good first marriage, and he'd become a father in one fell swoop.

But the problem was, the other party was a female boss with a net worth of over a billion, and she was already pregnant. If Huang Zhenhua really walked away, the Huang family couldn't withstand her thunderous wrath. Moreover, considering Chen Shuting's temperament, appearance, and financial power, it seemed more like their son was marrying up.

He pointed a finger at Huang Zhenhua. "I'll settle the score with you later."

...

Zhao Yang had already arrived.

Huang Yimei pulled him into the house and gestured toward the study. "My parents are in there interrogating my brother."

Chen Shuting led Huang Xiaochen by the hand and said to Zhao Yang with a smile, "Director Zhao, they haven't started arguing inside. It seems your method works."

Zhao Yang smiled. "That's good. Rose's parents are Advanced intellectuals and very reasonable. Zhenhua is also a soft-hearted, patient, and responsible man. Shuting, you have good taste; just wait to enjoy your life."

Chen Shuting smiled gently. "Thank you, Director Zhao. Why don't you and Rose go out and have fun? I'll handle things here at home."

Huang Yimei was still a bit worried and wanted to say a few more words, but Zhao Yang pulled her away.

"Chen Shuting managed the entire Construction Group with precision; people in Jinghai call her the 'Real Estate Queen.' With her ability to control a situation, are you still afraid she can't handle it?" Zhao Yang laughed. "Stop worrying blindly."

Huang Yimei was stunned for a moment, then tapped her head. "Oh, right! So where are we going? How about an exhibition? Qingting seems to be holding a series of exhibitions in collaboration with France."

"Sure. Let's go."

This exhibition had opened last year. Given Qingting's previous standing, they wouldn't have been able to invite French collectors at all.

But after the 'Operation Sunset Glow' operation, Qingting's momentum was rapid, and it now stood at the forefront of the industry. There was no need for Qingting to actively invite them; the Dragon Country authorities naturally recommended Qingting to the French side. Now, the French side was the one proactively contacting Qingting to discuss cooperation.

Visiting required tickets. Huang Yimei's idea was spontaneous, so she naturally couldn't get tickets. In the end, they only got in by using Jiang Xueqiong's connections.

Zhao Yang had some background in fine arts and a bit of appreciation for artwork. He accompanied Huang Yimei, looking at everything with great interest.

Halfway through the exhibition, Elder Feng called, saying the military wanted to confirm something about the experiment again.

Some ideas in Zhao Yang's experimental design still seemed inconceivable in this era, but those were innovations in application rather than black technology; at most, they helped broaden the military's horizons.

Zhao Yang went to the side to take the call, while Huang Yimei strolled along slowly by herself.

Just then, a tall, upright, and scholarly-looking man wearing gold-rimmed glasses inadvertently walked past her.

His peripheral vision caught Huang Yimei's face, and he stopped instantly. After a moment's thought, a look of realization appeared on his face. He then turned back to Huang Yimei and spoke politely, "Hello, Young Miss. If I'm not mistaken, you are the actress who played Yue Lingshan—Ms. Huang Yimei, right?"

Huang Yimei was startled; she hadn't expected to be recognized here. She smiled slightly. "I am. And you are?"

"My name is Zhuang Guodong, and I'm the personal translator for the collector Mr. Teng." Zhuang Guodong put on his most elegant smile. "Many of these exhibits are from Mr. Teng's collection."

Huang Yimei nodded and pointed to an oil painting nearby. "Is this one too? It doesn't look very old."

"You're asking about this painting..." Seeing Huang Yimei's interest, Zhuang Guodong immediately started talking. "Mr. Teng considers this painting to be of an extremely high level. The artist blended the techniques and aesthetics of Eastern landscape painting into the Baroque style. It's a masterpiece of the fusion of Eastern and Western art, worthy of being passed down for generations. Mr. Teng recently acquired it from a domestic collector. He originally intended to ship it back to his country, but since it coincided with Qingting's exhibition, he decided to display it as well."

A hint of mischief flashed in Huang Yimei's eyes, but she said, "Actually, I've seen this painting before."

"Oh?" Zhuang Guodong was slightly taken aback. "Where did you see it, Ms. Huang?"

"During the earliest Qingting auction, I happened to be visiting the art exhibition," Huang Yimei smiled. "At that time, they were auctioning paintings by an anonymous artist—four in total. Teacher Wang Gang personally served as the auctioneer. I thought those paintings were truly wonderful back then, but unfortunately, I didn't have any money in my pocket."

Zhuang Guodong noticed Huang Yimei's bright eyes and, thinking he had truly found a kindred spirit, quickly added, "Yes, exactly four. I've been inquiring about the whereabouts of the other three; Mr. Teng has always wanted to collect them all. He also said that if all four were gathered, their collective value would surely increase a hundredfold."

"Oh?" Huang Yimei deliberately looked surprised. "Is this painting really that good?"

"Of course!" Zhuang Guodong nodded solemnly. He then proceeded to praise the painting from every angle—from composition to color, from brushwork to Qi and charm.

Huang Yimei listened with delight, her eyes growing brighter. Noticing this, Zhuang Guodong explained even more enthusiastically.

Just then, Zhao Yang finished his call and walked back. He immediately saw a scholarly man talking incessantly to Huang Yimei about a certain painting. Taking another look at the painting, Zhao Yang's lips twitched.

He caught the smile on Huang Yimei's lips that she could barely suppress; she looked more and more like a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

This girl was deliberately teasing the man.

He strolled over to Huang Yimei's side at a leisurely pace and asked, "Rose, this is... your friend?"

Upon seeing Zhao Yang, Huang Yimei immediately took his arm and leaned slightly against him, smiling charmingly. "He is Mr. Teng's personal translator, Mr. Zhuang Guodong."

After saying that, she rubbed her head against Zhao Yang's shoulder and looked at Zhuang Guodong with a smile. "Mr. Zhuang, this is my boyfriend, Zhao Yang."

Witnessing this scene， Zhuang Guodong's heart tightened.. He never expected this.， Huang Yimei already has a boyfriend. The man in front of me， upright posture， extraordinary demeanor， A face that can really make it in the entertainment industry， She could probably outshine all male stars.. The two stood side by side， It was so harmonious， They were such a perfect match..

Zhuang Guodong had always been confident in himself, but in front of these two, he felt a sense of inferiority.

He steadied his mind. "Hello, Mr. Zhao Yang."

"Hello." Zhao Yang smiled slightly and shook hands with him.

Meeting this person here gave Zhao Yang a strange feeling in his heart.

In the original drama, Zhuang Guodong and Huang Yimei met after the successful Olympic bid in 2001. It was now April 2002, and he thought he wouldn't have any intersection with this man. But to his surprise, Huang Yimei still ran into him.

However, times had changed. Zhuang Guodong could only eat dog food.

"By the way, Zhao Yang," Huang Yimei suddenly looked up at him. "Just now, Mr. Zhuang said his boss holds that mysterious anonymous artist in the highest regard, calling him the greatest contemporary painter. What do you think?"

Zhao Yang was slightly stunned. He secretly gave Huang Yimei's slender waist a gentle pinch, then pretended to be profound. "Mr. Zhuang's boss indeed has good taste. That fellow's artistic level is indeed top-notch."