Wen Xiaoya used Altamira's Facebook account to send a message.
[Hello everyone, I'm ecstatic to share my happy little surprise, I'm getting married! In order to commemorate this important day, I will sell the purchase rights of three arbitrary works in the form of an auction. I would also sincerely invite these three buyers to attend my wedding! P.S. If they are willing!] she wrote.
In less than a minute, the comments section had already 3,000 over comments.
Regarding this world-class artist who had always been so mysterious, the first time they 'spoke', the Hot Topic on Facebook that night had changed from a 'Rich Family Pheasant' to 'Altamira The Artist'.
Due to the media deliberately stirring up public awareness a few days ago, the rumored bride of the Fu Family had already been branded with a vulgar stereotype.
So, even if the two events were clearly related, that possibility would be automatically ruled out in the public minds.
This was a mob, and it was also a subject of communication studies.
Wen Xiaoya entrusted the auction to the law firm, and the whole process was handled by a special person. She was generous and was willing to only charge a small handling fee.
Her prelude had begun, and Fu Lengye was required to do the next thing.
The winter in China's Peng Si City has always been particularly cold. The first snow of the year had already fallen for two days and two nights.
The entire city had gone from a stronghold bustling street to a bright and cheerful street, which made it seem more humane.
Fu Lengye came over today and personally helped Chen Mo get discharged from the hospital. He drove the Lamborghini and took the two of them to the Fu family's hometown.
Fu Jiu Zhang's castle was located on the outskirts of Peng Si City, and it was extremely expensive. It also occupied an area of 7,000 square meters.
The architectural style was grand and magnificent, it showed the majestic and noble status of the Fu family. Having seen his Tien En Garden house in Jun Nation, Wen Xiaoya was no longer surprised by the extravagant scale of this castle.
However, she could not help but sigh in her heart. A rich man would have the best riches after all. He would always stand at the top and get the best resources.
After a short rest, Fu Lengye brought Wen Xiaoya out of their place alone. There was a garden in the castle, and in it were two exquisitely made tombstones in a place surrounded by beds of roses.
Wen Xiaoya's neck inexplicably hurt when she saw the tombstones. Fu Lengye gently held her shoulder, and his eyes sparkled. It was completely different from his usual, cold demeanor.
"When I heard you had a nightmare, you said that you wanted to go to the cemetery, so I brought you here.
"I also wanted my parents to meet you. Although we are in an agreed marriage, no matter what, you are to be my first wife.
"I hope that they can see you in the skies above. They would have been lucky to have met you."
His tone became very gentle. He was originally a very gentlemanly nobleman with an extraordinary temperament. Even more so now, when he talked about his deceased parents, Xiaoya felt warm to the touch.
It turned out that even someone as powerful as Fu Lengye had a true and fragile side. As of right now, he acted like a gentle, loving child.