C11

"Before I find out the truth, I have reason to wonder if I will die in your hands first."

"The woman in the mirror."

The man interrupted her.

"What?"

Tears were still streaming down her face, but her eyes were filled with shock.

"Are you looking for this painting?"

Even though it sounded like a question, the man had asked it in a flat tone, with a hint of certainty in his tone.

Pei Luoyi's gaze fell upon the slight curve on his lips, and after a few seconds of drowsiness, she said in a hoarse voice, "How do you know …"

She stood up from her chair and tried her best to look straight into his eyes, but due to the disparity in height, she could only stare into his deep eyes without blinking. "You …" Do you know where the painting is? "

Her voice trembled, and she found it hard to suppress the excitement from the bottom of her heart, causing her breathing to become disorderly.

"Gong Yan, you know where that painting is, right?"

The man's silence was simply a mental snag for her.

Pei Luoyi was so anxious that her face turned red. Her slender white fingers impatiently climbed onto the collar of the man's suit. It could be said that she was hanging on top of the man's body. Her delicate body was pressed tightly against his muscular body through a layer of cloth.

"Say something! "Where the hell is that painting?"

The two of them were so close that their breaths intertwined.

Gong Yan narrowed his long and narrow eyes. The woman's breath was coming out from under his chin. The distance between them was enough for him to clearly see the nervousness in her eyes.

"You said before that if you didn't want to pay, you would talk about the deal being empty-handed and you would try to trick the white wolf. What do you mean by this?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to pull the woman's fingers away from his collar. Then, he patted the place where she had made a wrinkle with disgust. His movements were neither fast nor slow, and they were extremely unhurried.

Pei Luoyi lowered her head and bit her lips. After a while, she said in a muffled voice, "What do you want me to do?"

"Accompany me to finish this performance."

Pei Luoyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It seemed as if she was struggling for a while before she finally said, "I understand."

She raised her head and looked fixedly at the man. There was a trace of uncertainty in her eyes as she said, "Then I'll promise you now …" Can you tell me where the painting is? "

"Before the agreement ends, I will let you know its location, but now … In any case, you've already searched for so long, so you don't need that much time. "

She could clearly hear the mocking tone in his words. "Gong Yan!"

"Don't call me by my name." His ink-black eyebrows knitted together in displeasure.

The servant who was walking closer and closer could not help but feel troubled. The deadlock in front of her did not seem to allow her to interrupt.

Fortunately, just as she was hesitating, the man tilted his head and looked at her, "What's the matter?"

"Young Master Gong, the madame asked you to come to her study."

"Got it."

After Gong Yan finished answering, his eyes swept across the woman who had her head bowed, her two eyebrows knitted extremely tightly, looking like she was in a rage.

"Miss Pei's leg is injured, help her back."

"Understood, Young Master Gong."

Seeing that the woman had no intention to talk to him, Gong Yan's gaze darkened, and he turned to leave.

The palace's villa was very large, and as they walked through the long corridor, the warm yellow light from the street lamps outside the French windows revealed the handsome silhouette of a man.

He lightly knocked on the door twice before a gentle voice came through the door, "Come in."

Gong Yan pushed open the door, "Grandma."

Under the bright light of the room, the matriarch looked at the tall man through her glasses, as if she wanted to investigate something. She sized him up.

Then, he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

"Sit down."

Gong Yan nodded, put his cane to the side, and calmly sat down on the sofa opposite the madame.

"Xiao Yan, with your intelligence, I believe you know why I called you here."

The old mistress lowered her gaze as she placed her finger on the edge of a teacup, moving it towards the man. Her tone was calm and composed.

Gong Yan didn't say anything. His gaze shifted from the tea cup to the stack of documents on the side of the old mistress. With just a glance, he was able to read the contents clearly.

Lifting the teacup and taking a sip of the fragrant tea, he said: "Uncle Qin's work is becoming more and more efficient."

Old Mistress Gong had never thought of hiding it from him. Naturally, she wasn't afraid that he would see those things, but she didn't guess that his attitude would change as soon as he found out. It was as if she had expected that he would investigate the background of his little girlfriend.

Under the glass lens, his eyes darkened a bit, "Little Yan, tell me, what are you thinking about?"

She said in a deep voice, "Your grandfather looked confused, and you still think he really doesn't care about anything? Do you think you can bluff someone out of him? "

"Grandmother."

Gong Yan put down his cup, his long and narrow black eyes revealing no emotions. However, he instinctively felt that this person was not that simple, "Don't get involved in the matter between me and Roy."

"I'm talking to you about your grandpa, Xiao Yan."

The old lady frowned as she thought of something. A soft sigh came from the corner of her lips, and her weather-beaten face seemed to have aged a lot, "The doctor said that your grandfather's body won't be able to hold on for long. I don't want your grandfather to be unhappy during this final period, do you understand?"

His black eyes, which were like a deep pool, finally changed. They were like a stone falling from the sky, causing ripples on the surface.

However, his voice wasn't as flat as before, "Since he chose to believe, does it matter if it's true or false? Whether he is happy or not is not up to us to decide. "

Gong Yan raised his eyes, shrouding his entire body in a faint atmosphere of sadness, "Could it be that you want to be the one who broke the illusion?"

"Little Yan."

It was not hard to see the discontent in the old mistress' frown.

Gong Yan's thin lips formed a cold and indifferent curve, "Or, what you really care about is Roy's identity?"

These words thoroughly angered the Old Mistress Gong. "What do you mean by this? Do you really want to marry her? "

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"Gong Yan!"

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first. Please take care of your health."

With that, he heavily pressed the teacup in his hand against the water stain on the tea table. The man stood up from the sofa and started walking towards the door with his cane by his side.

"Little Yan!"

Gong Yan stopped in his tracks.

"You need to know what you are doing. No matter what reason this girl has given you, she will definitely not, and definitely not be, the Young Madam of my Gong Family."

The meaning behind her words was that she definitely wouldn't sit idly by.

His indifferent, handsome face seemed to be able to form a layer of ice.

A cold voice came from the man's throat, "Goodbye."