Weeping loudly, Bai Wenxi released all the pent - up emotions that had been building up for so long. Then she fell into a deep sleep in Jiang Beihuai's arms.
Although she had once had some extreme thoughts, after waking up from her sleep, she still chose to report the case to the police, hoping to use the law to punish Yao Chunmei.
Although one always gets hurt the most when dealing with despicable people, if she resorted to private revenge like Yao Chunmei, she would become the kind of person she once hated.
Bai Wenxi couldn't wait to go out. She was going to destroy Yao Chunmei's portrait paintings in the Star Art Museum!
Those paintings had been hanging in the main hall for too long, like a stain on the face she had carefully maintained. It was like being slapped in the face in public.
The mysterious person with the strange voice called again. Bai Wenxi stared intently at the public number on the screen. There were storms hidden in her deep eyes.
"Miss Bai, is the money ready?" The crackling sound of the current was annoying. "I'm running out of patience. If you don't pay up soon, these photos and videos will be mass - sent to your relatives and friends' phones."
Bai Wenxi had already reached an agreement with the police. A positioning system was installed on her phone. As long as the mysterious person called, the police could receive the radio waves simultaneously.
"Do you think you can threaten me like this?" Bai Wenxi held the steering wheel, trying to stay calm. "If you think this will make me yield, then go ahead. Anyway, I'm already married into the Jiang family. I can't control what Yao Chunmei does."
Jiang Beihuai tapped on the car seat with his finger, reminding her not to answer the phone while driving.
Bai Wenxi didn't want to waste her breath on the despicable blackmailer. She hung up the phone briskly and stepped on the accelerator.
Jiang Beihuai pushed up his sunglasses. Thinking about the messy affairs of his wife's natal family and the obstacles he faced in his own entrepreneurship, he slumped back in the seat dejectedly.
"A Wen, I hope the matter of Yao Chunmei can be resolved as soon as possible." He turned his head and looked at Bai Wenxi's stubborn profile. "You've lost weight because of these troublesome people and things!"
After deciding to fight back, Bai Wenxi had thought things through. She was no longer entangled. After talking to the case - handling police officer in the morning, her state of mind had become much more open.
Manager Li didn't expect the curator to come. Bai Wenxi had personally taken care of all the affairs in the museum during the previous period.
He thought that at least during this vacation, the curator would enjoy some leisure time. He didn't expect her to rush over early in the morning as soon as the museum opened.
"Good morning, Curator Bai." He sensibly served tea to the leader. "Why are you here so early? There doesn't seem to be an art exhibition these days."
Bai Wenxi had rushed all the way here, and her throat was burning. She gulped down a big mouthful of cold water and said firmly, "Get me a hammer."
Manager Li was confused. He glanced at the couple, trying to find something strange on their faces.
Bai Wenxi impatiently tapped on the table. "Hurry up and bring it to me."
After drinking enough water, she took the biggest iron hammer in the art museum and rushed towards Yao Chunmei's portrait paintings in the main hall.
These portrait paintings were all nailed up by Yao Chunmei with the help of an art craftsman. The nails were of very good quality and would never rust and damage the paintings.
But in Bai Wenxi's eyes, they were all evidence of guilt, things she couldn't wait to get rid of.
She mercilessly hammered them one by one. The picture frames soon vibrated and fell off. Even with the face of the portrait facing down, Bai Wenxi still felt angry.
She stepped on it with one foot, wishing she could trample all the paintings to pieces.
At this time, Bai Wenxi didn't care if it was her father's posthumous work. As long as it was related to Yao Chunmei, it was the original sin that should be overthrown.
Her high - heeled shoes stepped on the tight oil painting canvas, making a heart - wrenching "creaking" sound.
Jiang Beihuai didn't intend to stop Bai Wenxi's crazy behavior. He knew that those accumulated negative emotions needed an outlet. Otherwise, they would turn into a raging fire and eventually harm her body.
After just a few steps, Bai Wenxi noticed something strange. "What's inside this?"
She picked up the middle oil painting, which was the last portrait of Yao Chunmei that her father had painted at home before the car accident.
The thick and bright outer canvas had been worn out by the sharp heels of her high - heeled shoes. In the sunlight, one could vaguely see black words on the canvas sealed inside.
Jiang Beihuai held the picture frame for her, and Bai Wenxi gently peeled off the outer canvas.
Everyone gasped. Bai Wenxi's hands were even shaking so much that she could hardly hold the canvas. There was a suicide note written in black dye on the innermost oil painting canvas. It was in Bai Zhongxun's own handwriting.
Everyone gathered in front of the canvas and carefully read the suicide note. Then Bai Wenxi immediately called the police.
Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't even control her emotions.
On the phone, her sobs and laughter worried the old section chief. He thought that his friend's daughter couldn't bear the multiple torments and might have a mental problem.
"I knew it. I knew my father couldn't have painted a portrait of Yao Chunmei knowing her true face." Bai Wenxi wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and gritted her teeth. "It turns out that this was all a trap she set. She killed my father!"
The suicide note hidden inside the oil painting clearly recorded everything, including the fact that Yao Chunmei had found out that Bai's father was investigating her affair and property transfer.
Bai's father might have used the excuse of painting to force himself to leave the perfect evidence in the least noticeable place after taking a large amount of sleeping pills.
Looking at the words written by her father himself, "Forced to take medicine", "Making a phone call with her lover to kill me", "Faking the car accident scene"...
Every word made Bai Wenxi in great pain. She hated herself for not discovering this secret earlier and letting her father be wrongly accused for so long.
The police specially sent the most authoritative handwriting experts for detection. With this solid statement of accusation, they quickly arrested Yao Chunmei.
At that time, she was sunbathing by the swimming pool at home with her new boyfriend. When the police broke into the house, she even started scolding, trying to intimidate everyone with her status as the widow of the Bai family.
When the police chief took out the arrest warrant, she finally woke up. Then she cried and made a scene, stubbornly refusing to accept the investigation.
It wasn't until Bai Wenxi took out a copy of the suicide note in the police station's monitoring room that Yao Chunmei calmed down.
She gritted her teeth and cursed her late husband without a bottom line. "That old fox deserves to die. I said how could this stupid guy still want to paint when he was drowsy? So he was waiting for me here."
Yao Chunmei raised her red eyes and stared fiercely at Bai Wenxi. "Humph, anyway, I've almost squandered all your property. What's the use of arresting me?"
Bai Wenxi tightly hugged the canvas with the suicide note in her arms and cried bitterly. "As long as I don't let my father down. As long as I can get justice for my father and bring you, this bad woman, to justice."