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I left the club at two in the morning. Shen Jibai was waiting in the parking garage. He did not ask what had happened. He opened the car door and said, "I have something to show you." On his tablet was a letter from Pei Wenshan, the collector who owned the Old Collection. It confirmed that, effective immediately, the project was ending all public cooperation with Hengjian, Lu Chengjun's company. The signature and seal were unmistakable. "How?" I asked. "I told him the truth about the provenance report," Shen Jibai said. "The one Lu Chengjun altered." I had known about the alteration for six months. I had said nothing because I was going to marry him. That was my mistake. At nine the next morning, while the wedding hall stood empty, Shen Jibai and I walked into Hengjian's office. Lu Chengjun's parents were there, along with Su Yan and half the staff. I put the tablet on the table. Lu Chengjun read the letter and went white. "This is impossible." "Nothing is impossible," Shen Jibai said. "Elder Pei has decided to give the first exhibition authorization to Qiyan Museum. If Hengjian continues to use the Old Collection in its advertising, we will send a lawyer's letter." Lu Chengjun's mother stood up. "Qiyan? The Shen family is involved?" "Not involved," Shen Jibai said. "Taking over." Lu Chengjun turned to me. "You planned this. Last night, when you walked out, you were already planning to stab me in the back." I almost laughed. "Lu Chengjun, who betrayed whom first?"0

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