His Genius Wife Is A Superstar

Chapter 1556  The Woman in a Floral Dress in Paris

"Of course, I'm willing," Iris said.

"Then I'll make the arrangements," Jin Liwei replied. "You don't need to worry about anything, love. Just focus on Orchidia's next launches and your upcoming album with Enrique"

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"En. I can handle it. No problem."

After enjoying their stroll, the husband and wife found their way to the master bedroom. They found Dom and the nannies quietly chatting by the balcony while watching over the twins.

Little Mochi and Little Matcha were now taking a nap on the huge bed. They were wearing their comfy pyjamas and hugging their stuffed toys.

"Thanks for the hard work," Iris said to Dom and the nannies. "You should all take a rest, too. We'll meet later for dinner when it's ready."

"Okay, Boss, Sir Boss!" Dom saluted before leaving the suite with the nannies.

Iris leaned over the two babies and kissed their smooth, chubby cheeks.

Little Matcha remained dead to the world.

Little Mochi, on the other hand, was startled awake. He was about to wail when he saw that it was his mother. A big smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Mama."

"Hush, baby," Iris soothed him. "Go back to sleep. Mommy and Daddy are here."

"Mama," Little Mochi whined.

She smiled and began singing a Russian lullaby in a soft voice while patting her baby's butt.

Jin Liwei took this time to inspect the entire master suite. Their luggage had already been unpacked. His sons' crib bed and toys had also been set and arranged in the bedroom.

The interior design of the master suite was not bad. He just knew that it didn't suit his wife's tastes. Everything felt grand but there was still that odd sense that they were living in a museum instead of a cozy home.

It reminded him a little of the way Dragon Palace Home #10 felt before his wife moved in to live with him. Although everything had already been modern at his home, the lack of coziness and a sense of desolation permeated every corner.

It was only when Iris had moved in with him that his mansion began to liven up and feel like home. Even his staff became much more energetic and cheerful. His wife also always loved inviting their friends and loved ones to stay in their home, making the mansion livelier every single day.

Now that they had children, their home became warmer and cozier. Jin Liwei found himself looking forward to the end of the workday and coming home to his wife and kids.

It was the best feeling in the world.

This long vacation was something he had been looking forward to in order to accompany his wife to several countries for her companies' launches. He had to finish a lot of work tasks in a short period of time in advance so that he could go with his wife and their sons.

There was no way that he would be left alone at home while his wife and their sons went flying in different countries. As a new mother, Iris also couldn't leave her sons for long periods of time without breaking down. She needed to bring them with her. Hence, Jin Liwei chose to arrange his schedule to accommodate Iris' long business trips.

So far, they were enjoying it.

Spending quality with family was something that he and his wife had always prioritized no matter what.

Back to the present, he finally completed his room inspection. He found his wife trying to move Little Matcha from the adult bed to the customized baby crib bed.

"Let me do it, love." Jin Liwei hurriedly took Little Matcha from her and placed his son on the crib bed.

Next, he did the same thing for Little Mochi. He was more careful this time to avoid waking up this fussy baby.

"Hmm, Mama." Little Mochi made a sucking sound and moved his hands.

Jin Liwei froze.

Iris also held her breath.

When Little Mochi didn't move, Jin Liwei slowly placed the baby beside Little Matcha.

The couple both sighed in relief when Little Mochi remained fast asleep.

Iris and Jin Liwei decided not to take a nap because it was almost time for dinner anyway. They continued chatting for a while, enjoying this moment of silence while watching their adorable babies sleeping.

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At the same time in Paris, Ashandra Knightson's art exhibition continued. The first night was especially reserved for Ashandra's special guests including Iris Long and Jin Liwei.

In the following days, however, the art exhibition was opened for public viewing. Most people who came were art connoisseurs, art students from nearby educational institutions, tourists who happened to buy tickets for the art exhibition, and loyal fans of Ashandra Knightson.

Once again, Ashandra made another stir in the art community with her thought-provoking art pieces. Her "Generations" collection was being lauded by the media as the best and most valuable art collection of the year.

A particular painting had become famous for its beautiful portrayal of motherhood. It was the painting of Iris Long and her children titled "Once a Mother, Forever a Mother."

The Chinese media couldn't stop featuring it.

Ashandra, the curator, and the exhibition staff had to reject so many offers to buy the large painting.

This time, it was the curator who had to field this kind of requests today. Ashandra already headed home for the day, but the art exhibition was still open for visitations. The curator and his staff were more than happy to work these extended hours because it was rare for their place to host such a popular art exhibition.

The curator looked at the time. He planned on grabbing a quick dinner before returning to work until closing at 10 PM. Just as he was about to tell his staff, an eye-catching woman entered the lobby.

He stepped forward, smiled, and greeted in English. "Welcome, Mademoiselle! Good evening."

"Good evening," the woman greeted back.

The woman wore a flowing floral dress that swayed in a mesmerizing way whenever she moved. She also wore an elegant hat with a veil, concealing her face.

When the curator got closer to the woman, his eyes widened after seeing what she looked like behind the semi-transparent veil.

He almost blurted out, "Madame Iris Long".

It was a good thing that he was able to stop himself in time.

But when he looked carefully, he noticed that the woman was not Iris Long at all.

First of all, their voices were completely different.

Iris Long's voice sounded as enchanting as she looked. Her speaking voice already sounded heavenly, but Ashandra Knightson would always tell him that Iris Long's singing voice sounded like a goddess blessing mortals. Therefore, the curator searched for Iris Long's songs. And boy was he hooked! He didn't understand the lyrics one bit but it was enough to listen to her incredible singing voice.

Iris Long was now one of his favourite singers of all time. He wished that she would sing in other languages, including English and French so that he could understand.

As for this woman in front of him, her voice sounded a little grating to the ears. But as a professional, he wouldn't let it show on his face and still continued smiling to her.

Second, their body types were completely different.

Iris Long had a beautiful, natural-looking hourglass body. She was slender but still curvy in all the right places. Her body proportion was also excellent with her legs looking longer than her upper body, giving her the illusion that she was taller than her actual height.

As for the woman in front of her, he could tell from his years of observing different guests that the woman's ample chest was due to a good plastic surgeon. The size didn't look proportionate to the rest of her body. Her hips and butt also looked like they might also be enhanced through plastic surgery. Not that he had anything against plastic surgery, but if this woman had changed herself in an attempt to look like Iris Long, then as a new Black Star, he couldn't help but feel disgusted a little.

And finally, their eyes were worlds apart.

He couldn't see the woman's eyes clearly behind the veil, but from what he had seen, her eyes were a dead giveaway that she wasn't Iris Long. There was no comparison at all. He didn't know if the woman also had eyelid surgery but regardless of whether she had it or not, just her eyes alone already snapped the illusion of her resemblance to Iris Long.

For some reason, the woman's eyes made him shiver.

'Did I catch a cold or something?' he wondered. 'Maybe I should schedule a doctor's appointment soon. I've been working overtime these past few days for Mademoiselle Knighston's art exhibition after all.'

The woman in a floral dress had no idea about the curator's thoughts. She looked around the art exhibition through her dark veil.

There were still plenty of visitors despite the late hour.

She started looking around and admiring Ashandra Knightson's artworks just like the other visitors.

The curator gave her a final look before informing his staff that he would take a dinner break before returning later. Then he left in a hurry to the nearest bistro.

The woman in a floral dress took her time, stopping now and then in front of art pieces that caught her eye.

Later, she reached the doors to the special wing. A docent greeted her.

"May I enter inside?" she asked.

"Of course, Mademoiselle. We just need to register you."

"Why do I need to register?"

"It's a request from the artist, Mademoiselle Ashandra Knightson. The art pieces in the special wing are the most valuable among the art pieces featured in this exhibition, so we need to be extra cautious. I hope you understand."