Jing Min was holding back a lot of inexplicable anger, unable to vent it. He put his hands on his hips, kicked over a chair next to him, and...

Not content with making a loud noise, he then kicked over the glass coffee table.

Even the best quality coffee table couldn't escape the force; glass shards flew everywhere.

Hearing such a commotion, Chu Wuyang's heart pounded. Could they have started fighting?

She rushed downstairs.

Hearing footsteps coming downstairs, Jingmin immediately turned his back to the stairwell, trying to calm himself down.

Chu Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Jing Min was the only one standing at the top of the stairs.

He glanced around at the messy surroundings, his brow furrowing slightly, revealing his displeasure.

Mingxiu spent a long time tidying up just now, and she helped a lot too.

This person really doesn't appreciate other people's labor at all.

Jing Min concealed his emotions, turned around and saw Chu Wuyang standing there frozen.

There was a clear displeasure between his brows.

He tried to explain but couldn't find the words.

Yes, it's clearly her problem; she lacks a sense of boundaries.

The two faced off in silence.

It was Chu Wuyang who, wanting to leave this troublesome place as quickly as possible, made the first move.

However, she hadn't taken a step yet.

A tall figure ran over quickly, and without saying a word, swept her up in his arms and carried her to a slightly tidier place.

It's right at the bar area near the entrance to the open kitchen.

Jingmin gently placed her on the table.

"Be careful, there's glass on the ground."

As soon as Chu Wuyang was released, she leaned against the bar, trying to get away from him.

Jing Min lowered his eyes, his thick, raven-feather-like eyelashes concealing the emotions within them.

Chu Wuyang was still slowly moving her body backward.

He swiftly grabbed her knees with one hand and pulled hard.

The person in front of him suddenly pressed tightly against his broad chest, unable to move.

His other hand naturally caught the blue and white porcelain vase that was about to fall.

Upon seeing the familiar objects, the two silently fell silent.

Jingmin released Chu Wuyang, who had calmed down.

I picked up the vase with both hands and examined it closely, a flood of memories washing over me.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​incorporating blue and white porcelain into a timeless aesthetic?"

The clear voice took on a light and cheerful tone.

The change in emotion was so rapid that Chu Wuyang didn't even have time to respond.

How did they come up with that? By using classical allusions!

It must have been a pottery class; she was slacking off the whole time.

She only heard the teacher say that, but didn't delve into its true meaning.

Later, the teacher made them all together. When I got home from school, I saw Jingmin doing his homework in the yard.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision; I ran up to him and casually handed him my ugly, somewhat unlucky-looking homework.

I was going to throw it away, but then I thought it was something I made myself, so I might as well make use of it.

Jingmin became the recycling bin for this trash.

With her extravagant boasting, even trash's value skyrocketed.

This sentence is one of them.

Her explanation meant:

Her love is like the blue and white porcelain, a timeless beauty that will never fade.

Back then, Jingmin was so naive that whatever she said went.

Now, Yan Zhou would definitely remind their CEO to download the anti-fraud app.

I didn't hear Chu Wuyang speak.

Jingmin rubbed the bottle with his hand and sighed.

No matter how exquisite or beautiful it is, it's still a fake.

Chu Wuyang was unaware of the truth, but she was a connoisseur of quality, and besides, Mingxiu's tense expression just now suggested it couldn't be a fake!

Besides, given Jingmin's current wealth, it's impossible for him to buy a fake item just to display it.

She also rubbed it with her hands, admiring the delicate patterns and the tight bond between the glaze and the body.

The texture is fine, smooth, and firm; it's clearly a top-quality product.

Jing Min seemed to hear her thoughts and answered her.

"No matter how similar the form may be, it is only a superficial resemblance. Ultimately, it is not the original. Therefore, even a masterpiece by a renowned artist is nothing more than a fake..."

Chu Wuyang seemed to understand somewhat and remained silent.

Jing Min looked at Chu Wuyang, a flicker of unidentified emotion crossing his eyes.

"The one you gave me is gone. No matter how good or expensive the others are, they're just substitutes to me."

He put down the blue-and-white porcelain vase, then casually picked up the celadon vase next to it.

Chu Wuyang's eyes flickered slightly.

The original celadon-glazed piece she bought was also an authentic one, almost identical to the one in front of her.

Why is it genuine?

Because although Jingmin was naive at the time, he wasn't so easily fooled.

Her vivid and elaborate explanation of the implied meaning failed to satisfy him.

"Why not a pair? Since it symbolizes love, it must be a couple!"

Seeing Jing Min's unusual stubbornness,

Having no other option, she asked Ye Yuhe for help.

But Ye Yuhe is unreliable; she found one that wasn't made of blue and white porcelain.

She sighed. If it's not true, then it's not true!

She justified herself with her words.

The blue and white porcelain represents herself, while the sky-blue glaze represents Jingmin.

Blue and white porcelain is sturdy and durable, symbolizing her unwavering love for him.

Moreover, the delicate blue and white porcelain, like her love, will never fade.

The sky-blue glaze is a color that can only be achieved by firing the glaze after rain.

Therefore, he was someone she could only dream of.

When blue and white porcelain meets sky-blue glaze, it's like their love—enduring, beautiful, and eternal.

Jingmin was sweetly and reluctantly fooled.

But as it turns out, love represented by a vase, like the vase itself, is decorative and fragile.

Chu Wuyang was lost in memories and didn't respond.

Jingmin put down the celadon vase, placing it next to the blue-and-white porcelain vase, and carefully adjusted their positions.

After looking at it for a few seconds, I straightened it with my hands and was finally somewhat satisfied.

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