As the two of them walked downstairs, they discovered it was snowing outside.

It must have snowed all night—everything was blanketed in pure white.

Snow clung to the tree branches, and the flowerbeds lining the street were dusted in white as well.

"Wow, it's the first snow! It's so beautiful," Chi Chi couldn't resist reaching out to grab a handful from the flowerbed, feeling the icy chill in her palm.

Xavier Foster bundled the excited girl into the car. "It's freezing—let’s get you in before you catch cold."

When they reached the exhibition hall, the entrance lobby was cordoned off. To go inside, they had to scan a reservation QR code.

Stepping further in, the first thing that caught their eye were two bold calligraphic characters: 'Winter's End.'

All the pieces up for blind auction were displayed on the first floor—some eighty or ninety in total.

There were works by art college students, renowned Weibo artists, and even lesser-known enthusiasts.

But without exception, every painting was of high quality: each piece had some dazzling touch worth collecting and admiring.

It might have been a charity sale, but no buyer would leave disappointed.

Getting out of the car, Xavier Foster held Chi Chi’s hand as they entered—everyone present was someone of status in the capital.

Seeing Xavier Foster and Chi Chi arrive, people smiled and greeted them, and there was envy in their eyes when they saw the couple holding hands.

Chi Chi had two paintings on display—'Cotton Rose' was downstairs, while 'Girl in Light and Shadow' was being auctioned on the second floor.

Mia Moore was already there, clicking around briskly in her heels, making Chi Chi's heart skip with worry.

"Yaoyao, why aren’t you wearing flats? Slow down a bit," Chi Chi said anxiously.

Placing a playful hand on her belly, Mia Moore grinned: "It’s fine, just for today, and these aren’t even three centimeters tall. Shh, your brother’s not here—don’t tattle."

"At least walk carefully, don’t rush," Chi Chi chided again, helpless. She ended up asking Lao San to keep an eye on her.

It was warm inside the gallery, so Chi Chi took off her white coat. Xavier Foster took it from her with practiced ease and hung it over his arm.

By about half past nine, everyone had arrived, and they moved upstairs to the auction hall.

The hall wasn’t large—a round stage stood at its center.

Xavier Foster leaned down to kiss her in encouragement. "Go ahead," he whispered.

Chi Chi pressed her lips together, took a deep breath, and stepped up to the microphone.

Clad in a black mermaid gown, she looked poised and elegant, her refined face adorned with a gentle, confident smile. The diamond necklace at her throat was instantly recognized by the wealthy ladies below.

"Gorgeous, Madam Fu!"

"She’s so young—just a girl, really. I’m so envious."

"That necklace just debuted last week—there's only one, and I see it’s here with Madam Fu."

"But honestly, she makes the necklace look even better!"

The soft buzz of whispers quieted as Chi Chi spoke.

"Hello, everyone. I’m Ye Chi Chi. Thank you so much for coming to the 'Winter's End' art exhibition. This event was conceived by me and my dear friend Mia Moore. Every child has their own small, innocent, colorful dream..."

Her voice was gentle yet full of conviction and sincerity, enough that even those who only came for the social scene found themselves drawn in, now listening intently.

Some were the capital’s wealthy ladies and socialites, hoping to befriend the Fu family’s young wife at the show.

Others were business partners of Fu Corporation and CG Group, attending for networking and goodwill.

And some genuinely wanted to view or buy art for charity’s sake.

But, in this moment, everyone listened closely to Chi Chi’s words.

"All the works in the exhibition were generously donated by art lovers from every walk of life. Every penny from the sales will go directly to the ‘Spring Day’ Foundation, supporting children in impoverished regions—again, thank you all for coming."

Chi Chi smiled at the end, her dazzling beauty leaving the audience momentarily spellbound. She quietly unclenched her fist at her side.

Her gaze went straight to Xavier Foster at the front.

Ever since she’d started speaking, Xavier Foster’s eyes hadn’t left his little wife for a second.

Watching her shine on stage, earnest and brimming with confidence, pride swelled in his heart.

His little wife had that kind of power. Even after all she’d gone through, she still faced the world with hope and kindness.

Her heart was the softest, purest, and most forgiving.

Applause rippled through the room; everyone was truly clapping for her.

The auction host took the microphone while Chi Chi left the stage with a smile.

Xavier Foster had draped her coat over his left arm and now reached out his right hand. As soon as Chi Chi stepped offstage, she hurried over to clasp his hand.

He pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Baby, you did wonderfully."

Chi Chi stuck her tongue out, her stage confidence gone in an instant. She nestled her head in his embrace and murmured, "But I was so nervous..."

"No one could tell—all I saw was how well you did."

"Mm."

"But I don’t think you can hide anymore—they’re calling you back."

Xavier Foster chuckled quietly. It was snowy and dim outside, so the gallery lights were turned up. Just then, a spotlight fell on the two of them.

The host had only wanted Chi Chi to announce the official start of the auction, but seeing no response, he looked over—only to catch Mrs. Fu nestled playfully in her husband’s arms...

The media wouldn't miss such a moment. In an instant, cameras turned toward them, shutters clicking.

This round of media had been personally arranged by Xavier Foster, so he calmly let them take the shot.

Chi Chi poked her head out, her face turning bright red.

"W-what is it?"

"Miss Ye," the host cleared his throat, "Could you announce the official start of the auction, please?"

Mr. Fu had explained that at this event, Chi Chi was Miss Ye, the show’s independent creator—not Mrs. Fu.

"Oh, right!"

Chi Chi hurried onstage, grabbed the little gavel, and announced with a blush, "Let the auction begin!" Then she dropped the gavel and dashed off the stage.

Good-natured laughter bubbled from the crowd.

From there, the professionals took over; ten works were up for auction—four for the first day, three each for the next two.

Chi Chi wanted to stay and watch, but she felt too embarrassed and tugged Xavier Foster with her downstairs.

Xavier Foster texted Henry Hart, asking him to buy Quentin Zane's painting from today—overbid if needed; it was all for charity, after all.

And of course, buy all of Chi Chi's works—he'd just display them at the office if need be.

The first day of the exhibition wrapped up perfectly, and news of it shot up the trending charts.

#‘Winter's End’ Art Exhibition Kicks Off#

#Quentin Zane's Piece Sells for 20 Million#

#Miss Ye Chi Chi’s Speech at the ‘Winter’s End’ Exhibition#

Naturally, taking the top spot was: #Fu Corporation President and His Darling Wife#

Clicking in, you’d see an adorable photo of Chi Chi burying her face in Xavier Foster’s chest, trying to hide.

And another, of the flustered, blushing girl scooped into the arms of a tall, dashing man, utterly shielded.

Both photos captured the pair perfectly—Chi Chi’s beauty, Xavier Foster’s calm stoicism, and the warmth of their closeness.

The comments section was quickly filled with squealing admirers.

From that moment, nobody could doubt the bond between the capital's Fu Corporation boss and his little wife.