Bai Huizi was somewhat surprised to hear Su Li speak so fluently and confidently.
But soon after, a smile appeared on her face. She wrapped her arm around Su Li’s and unlocked her phone.
“Good performance. Here’s a reward from your sister.”
As she spoke, Bai Huizi showed Su Li the transfer notification on her phone.
With just a few words, Bai Huizi transferred ten thousand yuan to her.
Though Su Li’s expression remained calm, she couldn’t help but feel a bit moved inside.
Just a few sentences, and she earned ten thousand yuan—many times more than playing games with Xiao Yuyu.
However, such opportunities were rare, so she quickly composed herself.
“Does Sister Bai have any more questions to test me?”
“Hm, no. Actually, I’m not that interested in this kind of thing,” Bai Huizi replied casually as they walked toward the conference room chatting.
Because of this, they were slightly delayed along the way.
Bai Huizi could already imagine the angry expression on the Jin Family’s guarantor’s face when they arrived.
But she didn’t care at all. Even if the Jin Family’s Big Miss came in person for this meeting, it wouldn’t concern her.
Who isn’t a Big Miss these days?
They slowly arrived at the conference room, but inside it was silent—no movement or sound came from within.
Bai Huizi furrowed her brows, pushed open the door, and her expression gradually turned cold.
Clearly, the Jin Family’s agent handling this matter was late.
But her dissatisfaction was brief. She quickly pulled Su Li to a seat and even wrapped her arm around her, teasing her playfully.
“Isn’t it a bit improper to make a mess here?”
“It doesn’t matter. At worst, we don’t do the business,” Bai Huizi said lightly.
Su Li could sense from the pressure with which Bai Huizi was massaging her that her mood wasn’t very good.
They played for a while until a sound came from afar—the rumbling of wheels rolling on the floor.
At that moment, Bai Huizi stopped her movements.
The sound stopped at the door.
Then the door slowly opened, and Bai Huizi’s gaze focused on the person entering.
The visitor leaned against the doorframe, her knuckles pale blue, the new nails scraping faintly against the oak handle.
Her blonde hair, sun-bleached to a honeyed amber, swayed with her movement, brushing past her collarbone and casting flecks of golden light onto her lace neckline.
Her nose was dotted with fine beads of sweat, giving her otherwise pale skin a pearly radiance.
Faint blue veins traced from behind her ear down into the shadow of her high-collared shirt, like cracks in porcelain.
Her freshly cast ankle was wrapped in a beige brace, the sock’s edge revealing a faint pink scar, resembling a dollop of strawberry jam clinging to a cream cake.
Each step forward made her silk gown ripple; the pale blue hem brushed the doorframe, revealing taut calf muscles beneath, like a river’s struggling ice floe at the dawn of spring.
Bai Huizi could tell that this person had deliberately stood up straight to meet her—seemingly unwilling to be looked down upon—forcing herself to walk on legs still healing from recent treatment.
Though the woman appeared pitiful, Bai Huizi could still sense a madness and sickness deep within her bones.
If her guess was correct, this collaborator held a high status in the Jin Family.
As for why she was coming to meet the Art Museum Director, Bai Huizi guessed that perhaps because of her leg disability, she hadn’t been entrusted with much responsibility by her family.
Bai Huizi had never revealed her identity as the Art Museum Director.
She didn’t believe the Jin Family had investigated her background beforehand; otherwise, someone would be waiting for her in this conference room, not the other way around.
Noticing something, Bai Huizi glanced at Jin Ke’er’s cheek, and a faint smile flickered on her lips before vanishing.
She had no intention of helping the woman or supporting her as she walked in.
Instead, she quietly observed Jin Ke’er, watching her stagger inside like a lost dog.
Despite being disabled, Jin Ke’er tried to present herself as normal, which Bai Huizi found utterly ridiculous.
Her gaze shifted to Su Li beside her, noticing that Su Li remained expressionless.
Apparently, this matter failed to catch her attention.
Su Li hadn’t expected that the person Bai Huizi was meeting today would be Jin Ke’er.
But if it was Jin Ke’er, that made sense.
Although Jin Ke’er enjoyed feigning sophistication, Su Li doubted she would come to the Art Museum to leisurely stroll around if nothing was going on.
She didn’t seem like someone who appreciated or liked art.
Rather, she was the type who might tear these artworks apart.
Of course, even with Jin Ke’er back in the country and appearing before her, Su Li felt no emotional fluctuation.
If Jin Ke’er wanted to cause trouble, she didn’t mind slapping her a few times.
Their business was over—Jin Ke’er was no longer her client—so Su Li had no reason to tolerate her.
“Nervous?”
Bai Huizi whispered to Su Li.
“Nervous about what? It’s not like I have to handle this,” Su Li replied calmly, her gaze barely lingering on Jin Ke’er.
She found Bai Huizi rather interesting.
Gathering Shen Cishu and Jin Ke’er in this small Art Museum.
At this moment, this tiny Art Museum seemed to harbor hidden talents—three of her clients were present.
“S-Su Li…”
An angry voice echoed inside the room.
Jin Ke’er struggled to lean on the wall, trying to compose herself to negotiate cooperation with the Art Museum Director.
But she hadn’t expected Su Li to be in the room.
At the sight of Su Li, Jin Ke’er wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear her apart completely.
She certainly didn’t think Su Li was the museum director, so only one conclusion remained:
Su Li was the kept lover behind the Art Museum Director.
So that was it…
So that was it!!
In an instant, Jin Ke’er seemed to understand everything.
Her mind was no longer on the Art Museum negotiation, but on punishing Su Li harshly.
“So, Ms. Bai is the real sponsor behind Su Li?”
Leaning against the wall, Jin Ke’er looked down arrogantly at Bai Huizi and Su Li seated there.
She didn’t care; instead, she thought Su Li was a clown.
Rejecting such a generous sponsor to be a mere dog for a small Art Museum Director.
Ridiculous!