Chapter 13 — Wedding Day Without Bride

As soon as the boss saw this match, he immediately smiled and prayed for fortune:

“Director Chau, bringing so many people here so late at night, it startled me.”

Khuong Van walked in front of the box:

“Open.”

The boss saw that she was still young, then looked at Pho Thinh Lan and a group of guests following behind, his face changed several times:

“This box was sent by Mr. Do, I cannot open it arbitrarily.”

Aunt Trieu rolled up her sleeves:

"If you don't open it, I'll break it."

The boss stepped back in fear. Pho Thinh Lan said in a deep voice: "Open." The boss gritted his teeth and told his staff to pry off the lid of the wooden box. Inside is the painting "Xuan Son Vu Hau". Khuong Van reached out and stopped right on the canvas, not touching it. The white stork as big as a grain of rice at the foot of the mountain is still there, the gray dot at the tip of its wing is also still there. The few tears she had held back for the past three years never fell, she just withdrew her hand:

“Seal it.”

Lao Chau personally took out moisture-proof paper and frantically covered the lid of the box. The owner of the antique shop wiped his sweat and said: "Miss Khuong, this matter has nothing to do with me. Do Minh Vien said that the Academy of Fine Arts transfers the paintings internally, I only collect the preservation fee." Do Minh Vien was grabbed by Aunt Trieu's collar and pushed to the door, his face was no longer as aggressive and arrogant as he was at the hotel earlier. Khuong Van looked at him:

“My mother taught you for seven years.”

Do Minh Vien tried to keep his mouth shut:

“If the teacher were still alive, she also hoped this painting would be seen by more people.”

“She wouldn't expect her students to steal paintings.”

Do Minh Vien's facial muscles twitched:

"I did not steal. Mr. Deputy agreed, Miss Hua signed it, all procedures were complete."

Pho Thinh Lan stood outside the door, as if someone had slapped her in the face in front of a crowd. Khuong Van looked at him:

"You heard that. Until now, he still thinks that you lent him that courage."

Deputy Thinh Lan walked in front of Do Minh Vien:

“I only agree to lend it for exhibition, I do not agree to let you take the real painting for transfer.”

Do Minh Vien suddenly burst out laughing:

"Mr. Deputy, do these words still make any sense? Without you nodding, I would have been able to enter your gallery? Without your key, I would have been able to touch Master Khuong's paintings? If something happens, do you want to push everything to me?"

Hua Tri Ha clung to the door frame, her voice trembling:

“Do Minh Vien, you said you could borrow it for one night and then return it, you said you could exchange a high-end fake painting for a ceremony.”

Do Minh Vien turned around and glared at her:

"Don't you want to use this painting as bait to get into the Academy of Fine Arts? Don't you want to straddle Khuong Van's neck during the wedding? Hua Tri Ha, stop pretending to be a white lotus."

Aunt Trieu scolded: "Dog bites dog, it's really good to see." The owner of the antique shop listened and his legs went weak:

"Guys, I really didn't know this was stolen. The car hasn't moved yet, the painting hasn't been damaged yet, I'm ready to testify."

Khuong Van nodded:

“Lao Chau, have you called the police yet?”

Lao Chau replied: "Called, people are on their way." Pho Thinh Lan reached out to touch the painting box. Khuong Van dismissed it:

“Don't touch it.”

Pho Thinh Lan's hand floats in mid-air:

“Van Van, I just want to check to see if the painting has any scratches or not.”

“I've checked it once, checked it thoroughly The paintings are really stuck in this corner.”

His face was gray. Hua Tri Ha suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Khuong Van's sleeve:

“Miss Khuong, I was wrong. The painting is still there, don't call the police. Thinh Lan cannot have a criminal record, in the future he will also have to support the Pho family."

Khuong Van lowered her eyes and looked at her hand:

“Let go.”

Hua Tri Ha did not let go, her voice mournful:

"I'm pregnant, are you determined to make such a big deal out of it?"

Khuong Van removed her fingers one by one: