Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

When Song Fengwan saw the words on the invitation, she was a little surprised.

Gao Xue was going to open a solo exhibition? This was what every designer dreamed of. She was the winner of the Yuming Cup, so naturally, a large number of people were willing to support her.

This award was too important.

“Uncle Yan, are you going?”

“Are you interested?” Yan Wangchuan tapped the steering wheel. The traffic in Beijing was really difficult to describe in a few words, and it was very congested.

“She’s my teacher.” Because they were acquaintances, she was definitely even more curious. “When I came to the capital for tutoring previously, she was also a teacher in the tutoring center and taught me.”

“Actually, many truly talented people don’t participate in this competition. They are relatively indifferent to fame and fortune.”

Song Fengwan was curious. “Such as?”

“Your uncle and my senior brothers.”

“Who else?”

“Your cousin. He is talented and was taught personally by my master. Naturally, he won’t be bad.”

“Isn’t there still you?” Song Fengwan smiled.

Yan Wangchuan coughed. Is this girl teasing me? She really dares to say anything in front of me now. I remember she used to be very afraid of me.

“If you want to see this exhibition, I can arrange a time to accompany you there.”

“Okay, it’s this weekend. Let’s go.” Song Fengwan was very curious about what Gao Xue’s works looked like.

“I went to your dean’s office this morning. I heard that your school is holding a design competition, but you didn’t participate?” Yan Wangchuan asked. All the design drafts would be photographed, printed with the students’ names hidden, and distributed to a few authoritative figures in the art school.

Liu Hong was one of them.

He was the dean of the art school, so he naturally had the participation list in his hands. It was just that he couldn’t match the names to the works, unless he had taught the students and they had unique brush strokes.

“I designed a drawing, but I felt that it wasn’t too good, so I withdrew.”

“Why?”

Song Fengwan smiled but didn’t say why.

Yan Wangchuan sized her up from the corner of his eye.

They were both designers, so he naturally knew that she had always imitated and referenced others at the beginning. If she kept imitating someone, her drawing style would become restricted, and it would be very difficult for her to break through and display her personal characteristics.

She had just entered her first year of university, so she was probably at this stage.

This required her to tackle herself, and no one else could help her.

…

The two of them arrived at the restaurant and ordered. Because it was currently the peak meal hour, the serving speed was a little slow, and the two of them were a little impatient from waiting.

At this moment, a few people in suits came over and called out from a distance, “President Yan!”

Song Fengwan turned to look and saw a group of people in their forties and fifties walking over quickly, all with exceptionally fawning smiles on their faces.

There were only the two of them, so they didn’t go to a private room. Moreover, every table in this restaurant had screens covering them so that people wouldn’t disturb each other. It was quite private.

“Say, you asked me to introduce the restaurant, but you didn’t eat with us. Oh, there’s someone accompanying you. This is…”

Yan Wangchuan had never brought Song Fengwan to public events before, and these people weren’t from Nanjiang, so they had naturally never seen her before.

This person who spoke was afraid he wouldn’t be able to figure out her identity and say something wrong.

He was famous in the circle for being clean and self-restrained. Everyone knew that he had married Old Master Qiao’s daughter, but he also gained a daughter. With his status, he could have found any kind of woman. This man always felt that it was a pity for him.

“My daughter,” Yan Wangchuan introduced naturally.

“Oh, so she’s your daughter. She’s beautiful. Is she going to university?” The few of them immediately started to praise her.

“President Yan, we have a private room inside. Why don’t you and your daughter come in and join us?”

“No need.” Yan Wangchuan was a man of few words and wasn’t good at socializing. After saying this, he didn’t say anything else.

The few of them stood there awkwardly.

“In that case, accompany your daughter. We’ll come out to toast you later.” After saying this, they left awkwardly.

Song Fengwan looked at the person opposite her. “Uncle Yan, you’ll offend people if you socialize like this.”

“That’s why I never socialize. I’ve already rejected them a few times. They came here on their own,” Yan Wangchuan said matter-of-factly. “They’re the organizer of the exhibition this weekend, and they’ve kept inviting me to see it.”

Their intentions were actually very clear. Yan Wangchuan rarely attended events and had high prestige in the industry. If he attended, it would be good publicity.

“Isn’t it normal to socialize?” Song Fengwan remembered that Song Jingren had often socialized in the past. Sometimes, he even had five or six gatherings a night.

“Discussing business is for the office. Why bring it to gatherings?” Yan Wangchuan asked.

Song Fengwan was speechless.

After the dishes were served, Yan Wangchuan asked Song Fengwan to eat quickly.

The group earlier obviously wanted to get close to Yan Wangchuan, so they naturally wouldn’t miss the slightest opportunity. Halfway through their meal, some people came over with alcohol.

“I’m going to the restroom.” Song Fengwan wasn’t used to this kind of situation. Besides, it was a group of middle-aged uncles, so she might as well leave.

Yan Wangchuan frowned. This girl…

He had few expressions and wasn’t sociable. When these people were toasting him, it was basically them chatting awkwardly. The scene was very awkward.

“President Yan, if you’re driving later, don’t drink anymore. I’ll drink. You don’t need to.”

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him without saying anything.

Song Fengwan was hiding at the side and watching for a while.

If someone found that they were socializing with such a person, they would probably drink themselves to death without even managing to persuade him.

It was too tiring to socialize with such a taciturn person.

…

Song Fengwan took the opportunity to call Fu Chen.

She herself didn’t even know why she had so many things to talk about with him, and they couldn’t talk enough. She looked at the time and said, “Let’s not talk anymore. I have to go soon. I think those uncles have already left.”

“Okay, let me know when you get to school.” Fu Chen was really depressed.

After Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi did it, Old Madam Fu had actually called him and kept saying that she was about to have a great-granddaughter, and she even said…

“Third Son, you’re going to have a granddaughter!”

Fu Chen really wanted to hang up.

As soon as Song Fengwan hung up and walked out, she saw a woman standing beside Yan Wangchuan.

It would be fine if she didn’t know her.

But it was actually Gao Xue.

She was still wearing the same clothes she wore in class, looking elegant and proper. Holding a wine glass, she kept smiling at Yan Wangchuan.

“Mr. Yan, I look at the styles produced by your Yan Group every year. They’re all really beautiful. You’ve always been the idol of many people in the industry. I…”

Song Fengwan crossed her arms and stood not far away, watching quietly.

“This is the first time I’m organizing a solo design exhibition. I really hope to receive your criticism.

“I still have many designs on hand. If it’s convenient, can I consult you?”

Hearing this, Song Fengwan was dumbfounded.

Is this still the Teacher Gao who taught me? She didn’t have a good impression of Gao Xue in the tutoring center, and it was even worse now.

What does she mean by consulting him? She just wants Uncle Yan to meet her privately!

In the adult world…

This was a seduction invitation in disguise.

She was basically asking Yan Wangchuan to sleep with her!

Is this how society is nowadays?

The men around them looked at each other. They naturally understood what she meant, but they just smiled and didn’t say anything.

Song Fengwan didn’t go over. She wanted to see how Yan Wangchuan would deal with this situation. Gao Xue was quite good-looking. When she started teaching, there was a long discussion on the school forum about her being a beautiful teacher and so on.

Yan Wangchuan looked at Gao Xue lightly. “People’s designs are very private. We don’t have any friendship or know each other, so it’s not convenient for you to consult me.”

“When you went to Beijing University to recruit people, I signed up too. Unfortunately, I didn’t get chosen…”

Gao Xue gritted her teeth. She actually just wanted to ask why he came to the school to recruit a fourth-year student and a master’s student but didn’t take a fancy to her. Was her work that bad?

Yan Wangchuan glanced at her and said directly, “That means you’re not qualified.”

Gao Xue’s face paled.

Standing not far, Song Fengwan saw everything.

Sure enough, he hasn’t changed. His expressions and words are sparse, but…

He can poison people to death just by opening his mouth!

Gao Xue was also a fool. After seeing him, she should know that he wasn’t someone she could touch. But she even went up to him to get abused.

“Alright, why don’t we go back? Don’t disturb President Yan’s meal.” The few of them looked at Yan Wangchuan, who was completely unmoved. He hadn’t even spoken gently when they were toasting him.

Moreover, the atmosphere was really awkward.

She’s at least won the Yuming Cup, yet you say she isn’t qualified?

You’re too arrogant.

People in the industry said that he was a tough nut to crack. This was completely true.

“Teacher Gao, let’s go.” Someone pulled Gao Xue.

It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but the glass in her hand slipped, and half of the wine spilled onto Yan Wangchuan.

Everyone was stunned.

Gao Xue was so frightened that her face turned pale. “Mr. Yan, I’m really sorry. I’ll help you wipe it.” Then she didn’t care to grab a tissue or a handkerchief and reached out her hand toward Yan Wangchuan…

Song Fengwan was dumbfounded.

Laying her hand on him directly?

What a slutty move!