The etiquette cultivated through countless etiquette lessons prevented her from swearing, but it didn't stop her from venting her dissatisfaction.
That bloody tooth mark was her first step in testing her husband's bottom line. When Jiang Beihuai showed no sign of dissatisfaction and was even extremely ashamed, Bai Wenxi knew that the rumors in the town about his cruel and tyrannical character were all nonsense.
Bai Wenxi wouldn't simply accept this man just because of the accidental loss of her virginity and the marriage of convenience.
After all, there were still many important things to do. But if the "teammate" beside her could help her avenge, she would be happy to see that.
"A Wen, are you sure you want to go out today?" Although his wife had been discharged from the hospital, he was still a bit worried. "Your throat hasn't fully recovered. Do you want to rest for a while longer?"
Both of them tacitly didn't mention what had happened in the ward that night. However, after the misunderstanding was cleared up, the tense atmosphere between this couple had indeed eased a lot.
"The home is gone, and I can't go back. So I'll go to Dad's art gallery and take a look." Bai Wenxi tied up her hair in a neat ponytail. Instead of choosing a business suit, she wore a dress from a niche designer brand.
"The manager has been asking me when I can go there. Taking over the affairs there earlier can also help Fanxing Art Gallery resume its operation earlier."
"I'll drive you there. We'll have lunch outside today." Jiang Beihuai was still dressed in a neat and proper suit, but he deliberately tied a tie in the same color as his wife's dress.
"Have you finished your English class today?" Bai Wenxi selected a blue - toned bright red lip glaze from the dressing table, looked at herself in the mirror, and carefully applied it on her lips.
Jiang Beihuai had just taken over the company's affairs, and there were many things he needed to learn and improve. Grandma Jiang had specially invited a famous English teacher to teach him one - on - one at home, hoping that he could get started as soon as possible and at least be able to understand the contracts of the overseas branches.
"The teacher has a lecture at school today, so the class has been postponed to tomorrow." Jiang Beihuai leaned over to his wife and pressed his face against hers.
"A Wen, you're really beautiful." He came up with sweet words easily. "The red really suits your skin. It makes you look energetic and imposing."
Bai Wenxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She tapped her husband's nose and broke his fantasy. "I'm not going to give you extra tutoring. I'm too busy with my own career."
Jiang Beihuai didn't mind. He lay back on the sofa with his hands behind his head. "Why do you have to work so hard? Isn't the allowance I give you enough?"
Bai Wenxi shook her head helplessly. He always had this amazing ability. He could be touched to tears when understanding the difficulties of women, but he was incredibly stubborn when it came to women going out to work.
"I don't want you to associate with those people." Just imagining his wife socializing with a bunch of male painters made Jiang Beihuai feel uncomfortable. "I've searched for those masterpieces on the official website of your Fanxing Art Gallery. I really don't understand why such paintings can be regarded as high - class works."
Seeing Bai Wenxi picking up her handbag and getting ready to go out, Jiang Beihuai eagerly followed her to carry the bag and hand her water.
"I can appreciate the paintings of scenery and historical figures, but I just don't understand why they hang paintings of naked men and women on the homepage."
After adjusting the seat to a comfortable position for Bai Wenxi, he sat in the driver's seat. "Let's go to Le Reve for lunch. I've specially booked a private room. I heard that they have very good beef fed with red wine today."
Bai Wenxi obviously wasn't thinking about eating and having fun. "I need to see the situation of the art gallery. If there are too many things to deal with, I'm afraid I won't even have time to come back for lunch."
Jiang Beihuai didn't really care about the operation of the art gallery. He really didn't understand why, in his opinion, ordinary paintings could be sold at sky - high prices.
"Don't worry. Those people are all the employees promoted by your father. They will definitely handle the affairs of the art gallery properly for you." Jiang Beihuai vowed. He didn't think it took much ability to hold an exhibition of a few paintings.
It was not until they entered the door of the art gallery that Bai Wenxi realized that her inexplicable worry was not unfounded.
"Manager Li, why is this woman's portrait hanging in the center of the hall?" Bai Wenxi pressed her temples and barely managed to hold back her anger.
"Miss, actually..." Manager Li was in a dilemma. Although the successor of the art gallery was indeed the young miss, it was reasonable for the widow of the former curator to hang his posthumous works in the art gallery.
"A Wen, why are you being so aggressive towards Manager Li?" Yao Chunmei's annoying voice came from behind. Different from her domineering attitude at home, in public, she was always soft - spoken and gentle.
It hadn't been long since her father's death, and she was already going in and out of public places with a young and handsome male companion...
"No wonder you only left these few paintings. You've clearly had a plan." Bai Wenxi firmly issued an ultimatum. "I won't allow your paintings to be displayed in Fanxing Art Gallery."
"So you're going against Dad? Dad was painting Mom's portrait at home before the accident." Bai Yunxi walked out of the side hall in high spirits and leaned against Zhang Fuwen like a delicate bird.
As soon as she opened her mouth, she was overbearing. "Dad's lifelong skills and feelings are all condensed in these paintings. Who do you think you are to stop us from hanging them?"
"A Wen, long time no see." Zhang Fuwen actually didn't want to get involved in such a situation, but he couldn't resist Bai Yunxi's insistence on coming to support her mother.
Bai Wenxi didn't even want to talk to this conniving couple. She had to seize the right to speak.
If she let Yao Chunmei always be the spokesperson of the Bai family, she would eventually have a hard time keeping Fanxing Art Gallery, the last pure land.
Yao Chunmei knew that her stepdaughter was a smart person with a soft exterior but a clear mind. She didn't really have the intention to take over Fanxing Art Gallery.
It was just that her drama career badly needed exposure. "The true love of the late famous painter" was the topic she was going to hype up recently.
She immediately put on a hypocritical smile and introduced the handsome man beside her to Bai Wenxi. "This is the famous documentary director Chen Liangke. He wants to start with your father's posthumous works and family to shoot a documentary."
"He was also requested by many of Zhong Xun's fans, so he is willing to produce a biography of your father for free." Yao Chunmei accurately grasped her stepdaughter's filial nature. "I think we should put aside some minor grudges for now. Completing your father's important matter is the most important thing, right?"
Hearing that it was a biography for her father, Bai Wenxi was indeed immediately shaken. It was okay for her to fight with Yao Chunmei privately until they were like strangers, but she didn't want to disgrace her father and let others laugh at him for not being able to handle the relationship between his second wife and daughter.
Chen Liangke took the initiative to hold Bai Wenxi's hand tightly and said very familiarly, "Wenxi, you can call me Liangke. I'm really looking forward to cooperating with you. It's my honor to do a special feature on a famous painter like your father."
Jiang Beihuai rushed over angrily and knocked their clasped hands apart unhappily. "Which social etiquette stipulates that a handshake should last so long?"
He was afraid that his wife's throat would hurt if she talked too much, so he had specially run to the pharmacy across the street to buy throat lozenges. As a result, he happened to see Chen Liangke holding Bai Wenxi's hand tightly.
"Ah!" Bai Yunxi covered her mouth to suppress a panicked scream and hid behind Zhang Fuwen in a hurry, not daring to breathe loudly.
He, he was actually the husband of that bitch Bai Wenxi!