She's come clean; the fake heiress has a ton of aliases.

Chapter 70 "Crane Longevity Painting"

"Patriarch Huo?"

Nan Yu looked at the strange man in the wheelchair at the door.

A black mask partially covered his right cheek, revealing his pale lips. His left cheek was sharply defined, and his expression was indifferent.

He possessed an innate sharpness that inspired awe in those who looked upon him.

He slightly lifted his eyelids, pushed through the crowd, and fixed his gaze on Nan Yu.

A powerful sense of oppression descended upon her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Li Qingjia's voice continued to play in my ears.

"This head of the Huo family is the person in charge of the Huo family. He rarely shows his face and does not attend any banquets. He has always been mysterious."

"Few people have seen him under the mask. Those who have seen him say that on the right side of his face is a hideous scar that looks like a centipede, more terrifying than a ghost."

Nan Yu met his gaze calmly.

The next second, the wheelchair moved and headed towards them.

They got closer and closer to her, until the wheelchair stopped just one step away.

The other person was wearing a dark suit with a white wool blanket draped over their legs, exuding a cool and aloof air.

Then he turned his dark eyes to look at Li Qingjia beside Nan Yu.

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice cold, like the snow in the dead of winter.

Happy birthday, Madam Song.

As soon as he finished speaking, his female assistant, who was standing beside him, stepped forward, holding a scroll.

In front of everyone, he unfurled the scroll.

A lifelike painting of cranes celebrating a birthday appeared before everyone's eyes.

There was an uproar.

"This is the debut work of the master of traditional Chinese painting, Guan Nan—'Crane Longevity'!"

"Look at this graceful crane, standing on the pine tree, it seems to be alive, as if it is wishing the old lady a long life!"

"This is a work by Guan Nan from ten years ago. I heard that she painted it to celebrate her grandmother's birthday. Later, her grandmother became seriously ill, and she had to sell it to pay for her treatment." "Yes, I remember that year the painting appeared at an auction and sold for ten million. Since then, Guan Nan has become famous and her paintings are hard to come by."

When Li Qingjia saw the painting, she was so shocked that she stood there, trembling uncontrollably.

With tears in her eyes, she said, "This is the first time I've ever seen a genuine work by Master Guannan. I thought I would never see one in my lifetime."

Sitting in his wheelchair, Huo Junyan said casually, "I heard you've always liked Guan Nan's paintings. This is just a small gift, nothing special."

Li Qingjia wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said gratefully, "Patriarch Huo, you've gone to so much trouble."

She quickly called Yu Lan over.

"Yu Lan, quickly put the painting away properly."

Yu Lan, who had just come downstairs after changing her clothes and touching up her makeup, stared wide-eyed at the painting.

She carefully took the painting from her female companion.

Everyone's eyes followed the painting, filled with envy.

Only Nan Yu sat there calmly, as if she had seen it all before, without giving a single extra glance.

Huo Junyan noticed that Nan Yu was different from the one he had seen at the bar last time.

This time, she was quiet and elegant, like a noble princess, with a touch of nonchalant beauty.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, she raised her head and smiled sweetly at him.

Like peach blossoms falling in the March breeze, they landed in his calm heart, stirring up a slight ripple.

Huo Junyan's eyes darkened slightly as he forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and suddenly turned to look at Li Qingjia.

"Madam Song, I've come today to ask you something."

Li Qingjia asked in confusion, "Patriarch Huo, what do you want to ask?"

Huo Junyan asked bluntly, "Where is the Ghost Doctor?"

Li Qingjia asked blankly, "Who is the Ghost Doctor?"

Huo Junyan asked in a deep voice, "Where is the person who saved your life that night?"

(End of this chapter)