Chapter 50 (End of Chapter 50)

Spring arrives quietly in the city; the plane trees outside the window sprout new buds, and the air is filled with a moist warmth.

Wen Yu's new series is progressing smoothly; she has named it "Breathing".

What it captures is the fleeting moment of light and shadow, and the graceful posture of plant branches and leaves.

The subject matter may seem niche, but Wen Yu imbues it with a tranquil yet vibrant vitality in her writing, creating a stark contrast to the intense sense of struggle in her earlier works.

Shen Jinhuai was naturally Wen Yu's first audience member.

For example now,

The magnolias in the botanical garden are pure white and serene, capturing the vibrant power that coexists with fragility.

Sunlight filters through the newly sprouted leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.

The hushed laughter of the surrounding tourists and the running and playing of children became background noise.

Wen Yu was very absorbed in her painting, and the magnolia flowers she painted incorporated her recent insights into the subtle life state of "breathing".

She experimented with applying very thin layers of oil paint to create the translucent texture of the petals and their vibrant life force as they trembled in the air.

Shen Jinhuai watched quietly from the side.

After a while, seeing Wen Yu stop and fall into deep thought, the man pointed his finger at the point where the magnolia branches on the canvas met the sky: "Here, the edges can be blurred a bit more, so that the branches seem to be melting into the light, which may make the atmosphere more coherent."

Wen Yu made the adjustments as instructed, and the effect was immediate, instantly adding a touch of hazy poetry to the scene.

Wen Yu smiled happily at Shen Jinhuai: "You have a good eye."

"It's because you feel you've got the hang of it."

Shen Jinhuai's voice was gentle, and his tone was full of undisguised appreciation.

After some time, Wen Yu's "Breathing" series gradually took shape, and she prepared to hold a small internal exhibition, inviting only a few true friends and important collectors.

The exhibition was held in an art space converted from a secluded courtyard owned by Shen Jinhuai. The tranquil environment perfectly matched the temperament of the works.

On the day of the exhibition setup, Gu Muqing and Gu Muyan both came to help. Looking at the powerful works on the wall, Gu Muqing couldn't help but sigh, "Xiaoyu, your paintings... seem to be able to calm people down more and more."

Wen Yu was adjusting the lighting on a painting when she heard this and smiled, "Maybe it's because I'm quieter than before."

As she spoke, Wen Yu looked around at the works that embodied all her current thoughts and insights, and felt a sense of peace in her heart.

She knew that her artistic journey was still long, but Wen Yu no longer felt the slightest bit confused or afraid.

Now, Wen Yu has enough inner strength to face any challenges in the future.

The atmosphere at the exhibition was warm and professional.

There was no noisy media, only sincere exchanges among artists.

Wearing a simple black dress, Wen Yu stood in front of her artwork, calmly conversing with the guests, her eyes bright and her demeanor outstanding.

Shen Jinhuai stood by the side the whole time, occasionally nodding to familiar friends, but his eyes always followed Wen Yu.

He saw Wen Yu shining in her field, and saw her respected and appreciated by those who truly understood the industry. This gave him a sense of satisfaction that was deeper than any business success.

The exhibition was a great success, with several key works being reserved by seasoned collectors.

But for Wen Yu, the most important gain is the way she found to live in peace with herself and the world during the creative process.

The night was deep and quiet, and all the guests had left.

Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai stood side by side in the courtyard, smelling the fragrance of flowers in the early summer night breeze.

Are you tired?

Shen Jinhuai asked softly.

Wen Yu leaned on his shoulder, looked at the moon in the sky, and shook her head: "Not tired, very fulfilling."

"Jin Huai, I want to start preparing for the next series. I plan to call the theme of the next series: Growth."

"good."

Shen Jinhuai put his arm around Wen Yu's shoulder.

The moonlight, like water, flowed quietly over the two of them.

Their shadows stretched long on the ground, intertwined closely.

Time flows silently, like the delicate light and shadow in Wen Yu's paintings, slipping by unnoticed for several years.

Wen Yu's "Growth" series was a great success, not only holding large-scale solo exhibitions in major art museums in China, but also attracting attention from the international art scene.

Her artistic language has become increasingly mature. From the strong expression of personal emotions in her early years to the microscopic observation and exploration of the state of life, Wen Yu's works have always maintained a moving sincerity and vitality.

She is no longer just a "prodigy," but has become a unique and resounding name in the field of contemporary art.

Shen Jinhuai's career has also reached new heights.

Several large-scale sustainable energy projects he led have won international awards, and his concept of integrating artistic aesthetics and humanistic care into new energy has gained widespread recognition.

Shen Jinhuai is Wen Yu's most loyal audience. Their studios are together, and their inspiration flows freely in each other's spaces, nourishing one another.

Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai are each other's most solid safe haven and their warmest source of inspiration.

One weekend evening, Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai returned to the island.

On the rooftop terrace, Wen Yu nestled in a hammock, flipping through the latest issue of an art magazine, which contained in-depth reviews of her solo exhibition.

Shen Jinhuai skillfully flipped the seafood in front of the barbecue grill, the sea breeze carrying the enticing aroma of the food.

“Look here,”

Wen Yu pointed to a comment in the magazine, looked up at Shen Jinhuai, and said, "The critic said that my 'Growth' series embodies the enormous energy after reconciling with the past. But actually, it's not reconciliation. It's letting go. Once you let go, those heavy past events truly become nourishment, not shackles."

Shen Jinhuai placed the grilled oysters on the plate in front of Wen Yu, wiped his hands, and sat down next to her.

The man held Wen Yu's hand, his gaze tenderly falling on her face: "Because you are strong enough, strong enough to choose to let go, rather than be forced to forget."

The setting sun painted the sea a warm gold, and several seagulls flew by.

The quiet night has arrived, filled with the warmth of everyday life.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Zhou Group's office, the atmosphere underwent a subtle change.

Documents about art investments or cultural projects are gone; in their place are more reports on core technologies and market expansion.

In one locked drawer, there was still the previous equity transfer agreement.

Zhou Yingchen was busier than before, but he no longer paid any attention to any news about Wen Yu.

Only occasionally, in unavoidable social situations, when he hears others mention Wen Yu's recent achievements, Zhou Yingchen listens expressionlessly without saying a word, as if it were a name that had nothing to do with him.

Only once, at a charity gala, Zhou Yingchen inadvertently saw a painting being auctioned on-site. Its style was calm and powerful, carrying an unrestrained, understated brilliance.

People nearby whispered that this painter was a rising star in recent years and had great talent.

Zhou Yingchen's gaze lingered on the painting for a few seconds. The signature on the painting read: Wen Yu.

At that moment, Zhou Yingchen felt surprisingly calm.

There was no resentment or disappointment, just like seeing a truly good work of art and acknowledging its value.

Soon, Zhou Yingchen shifted his gaze, picked up his wine glass, and walked towards another group of people who were discussing emerging technologies.

Zhou Shiye's apartment has finally regained its liveliness.

When Zhou Shiye moved into the apartment again, he stopped drinking heavily and his life became almost rigidly regular.

He began to take on extremely challenging transnational cases related to art law, devoting all the energy he had previously used for his obsessive emotions to the complex and rigorous legal provisions and courtroom battles.

In his spare time, Zhou Shiye also travels to various places to appreciate the beautiful landscapes.

They also captured all the beauty in their lenses.

Especially in the extreme cold and darkness of Antarctica, Zhou Shiye captured countless breathtaking images.

At the same time, it also records the resilience, cooperation, and loneliness of the scientific expedition team members in extreme environments.

Zhou Shiye brought these materials back and created a series of mixed media works called "Growth," which caused a huge international sensation.

The work contains a profound exploration of the limits of the human spirit and the inner world.

Zhou Shiye also established a non-profit foundation specifically to fund scientific expeditions and artistic documentation projects in extreme environments.

He rarely returned to the Zhou family home, spending most of his time traveling between various parts of the world and the polar regions.

Zhou Shiye may never have the worldly happiness that ordinary people have, but he has found a way to coexist with himself.

That's enough.

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Five years later,

The Chengbei Art Village is more vibrant than ever before, with lush greenery and well-arranged studios.

This place is exceptionally lively today, as a public welfare art exhibition for teenagers is being held.

The exhibition was spearheaded by Wen Yu, who has become a well-known artist both at home and abroad.

She stood among a group of curious children, patiently explaining the mysteries of color, her demeanor composed and her smile warm.

Time hasn't left many marks on Wen Yu's face; instead, it has added to her radiant and clear temperament.

Today, Wen Yu's works are repeatedly setting new records at auction houses, but she devotes more energy to creation and public welfare art education.

"Teacher Wen,"

A little girl with pigtails raised her hand timidly and asked, "How can I draw powerful pictures like you?"

Wen Yu squatted down to be at eye level with the little girl and smiled, "First of all, you have to learn to listen to your inner voice. Painting is like planting a tree, take it slowly."

After the exhibition, Wen Yu visited her studio, which she had preserved in the art village.

This is one of her favorite places to create, filled with memories and inspiration.

Shen Jinhuai ended a summit early to pick up Wen Yu.

As he walked in, the man was holding a newly received international economic journal. The cover was designed by Shen Jinhuai himself, blending the artistic conception of traditional ink painting with modern art.

"Congratulations Mr. Shen, another landmark has been created."

Wen Yu greeted her with a smile, took the journal, and flipped through it.

Shen Jinhuai put his arm around Wen Yu's waist, looking at the wall full of recent works with admiration in his eyes: "Compared to this, I'm more looking forward to your project at the Italian Biennale next month."

Wen Yu will participate in the exhibition as a specially invited artist in the China Pavilion, which is undoubtedly another peak in her career.

"To be honest, I'm a little nervous."

Wen Yu leaned against Shen Jinhuai's chest and whispered, "I haven't been this nervous in a long time."

"It's normal to be nervous, I'll stay with you."

On the other side,

The style of the president's office on the top floor of the Zhou Group headquarters has changed a lot. It is no longer simply cold and oppressive, but has more green plants and works of art.

Zhou Yingshen just finished a video conference about another major technological breakthrough the group has made in the field of new energy.

He rubbed his temples wearily, looking at the invitation to an international charity gala that his assistant had brought him.

"President Zhou, Ms. Wen Yu and Mr. Shen Jinhuai will also be attending this dinner."

Chen Xu reported from the side.

Zhou Yingchen picked up the invitation, glanced at it, and casually put it aside.

"In response to the organizer, I explained that I had a scheduling conflict and was unable to attend, so I donated on behalf of the group."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou."

After Chen Xu left, Zhou Yingchen went to the French windows.

The setting sun painted the sky with unparalleled splendor.

In a daze, Zhou Yingchen recalled that a few years ago, he would plan how to "accidentally" appear in front of Wen Yu.

Now, he acknowledges Wen Yu's artistic achievements and respects Shen Jinhuai's success in the business world, but those are no longer relevant to him.

Zhou Yingchen turned around, his gaze falling on an old photograph on his desk. It was a picture of him and Zhou Shiye when they were young, in the courtyard of the Zhou family's old house, with his kind-looking grandfather behind them.

Zhou Yingchen stared at the phone for a long time, then picked it up and instructed, "Help me arrange for Shi Ye to come home for dinner."

At this moment, Zhou Shiye is already a benchmark figure in the fields of environmental protection and polar art.

His works have been exhibited around the world, but Zhou Shiye himself rarely returns to China, instead donating all the proceeds to his foundation.

Media outlets have captured images of Zhou Shiye in the icy world of Antarctica, where he appears solitary and resolute, seemingly one with the heavens and earth.

Two weeks later, the opening ceremony of the China Pavilion at the Italian Biennale was a star-studded affair.

Wen Yu's work has once again become the focus of attention.

She skillfully used light and shadow, and with extremely refined brushstrokes, to create a wonderful feeling in a vast space that makes time both flow and be frozen.

It possesses both Eastern depth and an international visual language, prompting in-depth interpretations from numerous critics.

Shen Jinhuai stood in the crowd, watching Wen Yu, dressed in a simple Chinese-style dress, calmly communicate with the critics in fluent English, exuding confidence and brilliance.

At the subsequent celebration party, Wen Yu finally managed to escape from the crowd and go to the terrace for some fresh air.

Shen Jinhuai walked over and handed Wen Yu a glass of warm water.

Are you tired?

"A little, but I'm very happy."

Wen Yu took the water glass, looked at the dazzling lights in the distance, and her eyes sparkled: "Jin Huai, I love my life now."

Shen Jinhuai chuckled: "I like it too."

The two stood side by side in front of the railing, the evening breeze ruffling their hair.

Another Spring Festival has arrived, and Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai have returned to the island.

At night, they took a walk on the beach with Lemon, a fluffy golden retriever.

Lemon ran excitedly on the beach, chasing the waves.

The stars hang low, and the waves sing.

Wen Yu stopped and gazed at the boundless starry sky and the deep sea, and said softly, "Jin Huai, sometimes I feel that life is so wonderful. After going through so much, we are still here."

Shen Jinhuai held Wen Yu's hand tightly and pulled her into his arms: "This shows that no matter how many roads we go through, we will eventually be by each other's side."

Wen Yu smiled sweetly, a smile that looked exceptionally pure and beautiful under the starlight.

Lemon scurried back and rubbed against Wen Yu's leg.

Shen Jinhuai bent down and rubbed the little golden retriever's head, picked it up, and said to Wen Yu, "Let's go home. You said last time you wanted to try a new technique, so I've prepared the paints and canvas."

"good."

The two people and the dog followed the path they had come from, walking under the moonlight towards the villa, which was lit with warm lights.

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Author's note: The main story is finished. The female protagonist will regain her memories in the epilogue, which will probably be a few more chapters.

Thank you for liking Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai.

Next book coming soon: "The Villainous Female Supporting Character is Reborn, and She's Both Cool and Refreshing"

Tang Yu only learned when she died that she was a vicious supporting female character in a sweet romance novel set in a wealthy family.

During the years she was bound to the system, she pushed the fake heiress into the water, ruined her dress, and stole her thunder. But in reality, she was controlled by the system and framed by the fake heiress.

With a tearful glimpse, the fake heiress convinced the whole world that Tang Yu was a born bad person.

Especially her biological parents, and her three brothers who always sided with the fake sister.

The storyline ends when Tang Yu is framed by the fake heiress and falls into the sea, causing her death, and the system disappears.

Tang Yu then saw Huo Qingchen, her fiancé whom she had once pushed to the side of the fake heiress, with bloodshot eyes. He slaughtered the entire Tang family for her, and finally held her cold body as they sank into the deep sea together.

When Tang Yu opened her eyes again, she was back on the day she was taken back to the wealthy family.

In the living room, the fake heiress was sobbing in her mother's arms: "It's so good that my sister is back, I'm just a little reluctant to leave..."

Tang Yu: "...?"

Not again?

But the familiar system enforcement didn't materialize?

Tang Yu looked down at her free hands and a smile played on her lips.

This time, we'll settle scores and avenge our grievances.

Is this hypocritical fake heiress trying to put on a tragic show?

Tang Yu slapped him across the face: "Don't you know you're ugly? And you're still crying?"

Did her biased parents expect her to be generous and sensible? Her three older brothers angrily denounced Tang Yu as having a heart of stone.

Tang Yu kicked down the eldest brother, the heir of the Tang family, and then picked up a wooden stick and beat them one by one: "Brothers, be more magnanimous and don't be angry with me."

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In her second life, Tang Yu felt incredibly satisfied slapping faces and taking revenge on the scumbags. However, she didn't realize that the family who had repeatedly hurt her by listening to the false heiress's slander in her previous life was now pale-faced, having overheard every word of her innermost thoughts.

Even more unexpectedly, Huo Qingchen, the fiancé whom Tang Yu had pushed to the side of the fake heiress in her previous life after she had said all sorts of harsh words to him, walked straight to her side this time.

The man gently rubbed Tang Yu's palm, which ached from hitting someone, and handed her a sharp fruit knife, his gentle tone chilling: "Your hand hurts? Use this."

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."

The fake heiress and everyone in the Tang family: "...?"

#After her rebirth, Tang Yu only wanted to go mad and seek revenge, but her whole family begged for forgiveness on their knees#

#The man who destroyed the world for her, he's back again#

Mine clearance:

1. The female lead is a crazy beauty with maximum fighting power, and she shows no mercy to the villains throughout the entire process.

2. The male lead has loved the female lead in both his past and present lives, and is a fiercely protective husband.

3. The entire Tang family's pursuit of their daughters and sisters ended in disaster; there's no way to whitewash their actions.