"Slap!"

A slap landed on her cheek, and Gu Nan woke up instantly.

He opened his eyes to see a cold and stern man's face.

"Gu Nan Yi, you are not worthy to be someone who belongs to Jiang Mo Chen. My heart only belongs to Xi. She is more kind and a thousand times better than you in every way. What do you have that can compare?"

"Since you've been so kind to her, and yet you deceived me into coming to the hotel behind her back, I truly feel sorry for Xihan having a sister like you."

Even if you use all your tricks, I won't look at you any differently. You better put away those misplaced thoughts.

The man's words were full of contempt and mockery, his eyes radiating coldness and disgust.

The child's brow furrowed.

Strange scenes flooded the brain like a movie.

The current owner of this is Gu Nan, the second young lady of Pingcheng Gu family.

The man before her, Jiang Mokeng, was the original owner's fiancé.

Even before the baby was born, Jiang’s grandfather had promised that if Gu’s mother gave birth to a boy, he would betrothed him to his grandson, Jiang Mochen. So, the two were childhood sweethearts.

The original owner's mother died of complications during childbirth. His father, Gu Tingjun, abandoned him in the countryside for eighteen years without a word. He only took him back last year.

Now that her mother has passed away, the Ye family, her mother's clan, has fallen into poverty. The Jiang family is also hesitant about this marriage.

From the moment she first laid eyes on Jiang Mochen, Yuanzhu had fallen deeply in love with him. However, Jiang Mochen's heart belonged solely to his sister, Gu Xi.

Gu Nan retracted his thoughts, a chill flashed in his eyes, and with a backhand, he struck out with a palm.

"Bang!"

Jiang Mochen was slapped, and his whole body trembled.

"Gu Nan Yi, you dare hit me? Who gave you the guts?"

He stared fixedly at the person below, as if he had understood something, and clasped Gu Nan's wrist with both hands.

"Are you playing mind games with me? Ha, do you think this cheap tactic will get my attention? Don't be ridiculous, it only makes me dislike you more."

Looking at this arrogant and conceited man before her, Gu Nan's face was full of disdain. Without a word, she suddenly arched her right fist and smashed it hard into the man's most vulnerable spot.

"Hiss! Ah..."

A sharp pain struck, Jiang Mochen gasped and suddenly flipped over from Gu Nan's body. The pain made him wince, his handsome face contorted in agony.

"Gu Nan Yi, are you crazy?"

Gu Nanyi slowly got up and leisurely arranged himself.

Zhu Qinghou: "Capture the past and release it? You're worthy?"

She shot him a sarcastic remark, didn't look at him again, and strode out of the room with an air of defiance.

The long corridor was unusually quiet. Gu Nan looked around curiously.

The hotel's decoration was surprisingly modeled after the Western style. On both sides of the walls, several oil paintings by renowned Western artists were hung.

When passing by a famous painting, Gu Nan Yi's footsteps suddenly came to a halt.

This is a world-famous painting called "The Fortune Teller," painted by a famous artist named Erik.

The oil painting depicts a tall Eastern woman in the attire of a nobleman from the Western Zhou period, seated beside a table in an ancient and dimly lit room. A candle flickers on the table, and between her left index finger and thumb lies a playing card with an unusual design.

Because the lighting was dim, only Zicai's good features and beautiful appearance could be seen in the picture, but her true form couldn't be clearly discerned.

It is precisely this haziness that shrouds the entire painting in a mysterious and eerie atmosphere, involuntarily instilling a sense of fear in the viewer.

The painting in the hotel is a copy; the original is held in the Louvre in Hippo.

Next to the painting is a biography of the artist, and in the "Born-Died" section it says: 1579—1658.

This period was precisely when new ideas in Xizhou blossomed and flourished.

Gu Nan Yi was attracted to this painting because the person in it who was fortune-telling... was her!

In a blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed. I never expected to see Eric's painting "The Fortune Teller" here.

Eric, the madman obsessed with painting, finally succeeded.

Although everyone around him called him crazy, it was clear he wasn't insane. He wasn't having problems with God; he had simply plunged himself into the deep sea of creation and couldn't pull himself out.

However, geniuses are often unique and lonely. I'm glad to be the only friend of that crazy one.

"Click, click, click!"

A flurry of footsteps approached rapidly.

Guan Nan turned to look, two tall middle-aged men were staring at him with ill intent.

"Baby, it's dangerous for you to be out alone so late. Let big brother protect you, okay?"

"My brother's room is right next door, I'll take you to play with him."

One man's brawny arm reached out toward Gu Nan's slender waist.

Gu Nan's eyes narrowed slightly. As the man reached towards her, she grabbed his throat and simultaneously kicked him three meters away with a swift movement of her leg.

Waking up from this, I discovered that my abilities had been severely weakened, estimated to be only about one percent of their original strength.

However, dealing with these two scum is more than enough.

Both big men were taken aback. They didn't expect this little girl to be a martial arts expert?

The man who was kicked to the ground felt very embarrassed and got up angrily.

"You little wretch, do you know who I am? You're finished. If you're smart, you'll just walk with me nicely, or else don't even think about mixing around in Pingcheng from now on."

"Hmph, if I don't take care of you today, my name will be written backwards."

Gu Nan's face twisted into a mocking sneer.

"Stop talking and let's go!"

"Oh, how naive!"

"This is what you asked for, hehe. Just wait and see how I'll deal with you."

That strongman's face contorted with anger. He clenched his fist and charged towards Gu Nan. His accomplices immediately surrounded him as well.

At the corner of the hallway, two figures stood.

One handsome young man looked at Gu Nan, who was being attacked, with interest.

This girl is going to be in trouble.

"He looks kind of familiar. I think I've seen him somewhere."

However, no matter who it was, he thought they were all insincere.

"Not necessarily!"

A slender figure languidly leaned against the wall, one hand casually tucked into a suit pocket, the other holding a cigarette. His posture was lazy, radiating a certain careless air of decadence.

That hand was exceptionally long, with cold, white skin and clearly defined knuckles, as if sculpted by God himself into the most perfect masterpiece.

His eyes fell on Gu Nan's tall and slender figure.

The child looked very young, wearing a red pinafore dress that contrasted with her pale skin. Her collarbone was prominently visible, making her neck appear particularly slender and delicate.

Her gaze fell subtly, upon the child's left arm where the sleeve had been torn, revealing the white flesh beneath.

Fu Yunchen's mind couldn't help but flash a word: "Pure again!"