Chapter 28 Let's be straightforward 9/19.04.01

Kwon Ji-yong's heart skipped a beat. His deep gaze fell on An Yeo-feng's eyes, but he only saw her clear confusion. Her expression as she turned her head slightly towards him was one of nonchalant teasing.

The words "I hope" circled in his mouth several times but he ultimately didn't say them. Kwon Ji-yong only smiled and said, "I'll try to make some changes."

Although he couldn't confirm it directly, Kwon Ji-yong didn't want to deny it explicitly, so his words remained ambiguous.

When An Rufeng heard Quan Zhilong's denial, the doubt in her eyes gradually disappeared, as if a mystery in her heart had been solved.

She nodded slightly, gave him a knowing smile, and turned away without pursuing the matter further.

As for Kwon Ji-yong, although he said he would pay attention to making changes, his words were still easy to misunderstand, so she didn't investigate further.

She assumed that this was just his speaking style, that he liked to be ambiguous and vague.

She only needed to listen to his direct expression of meaning that he would change.

Looking at the understanding expression on An Rufeng's face, Quan Zhilong suddenly felt a strange sense of unease and vaguely regretted his denial.

Kwon Ji-yong glanced at An Joo-fung, wanting to speak, but not knowing where to begin.

Just now, he only saw pure curiosity and doubt on An Rufeng's face. She was simply asking a question, and there was no romantic feeling or even ambiguous thoughts that he had expected.

Kwon Ji-yong dared not admit his feelings, fearing that if he spoke them aloud, it would shatter their existing relationship.

The distance between them will widen further, and their relationship will become awkward. Then, when she looks at him, she'll only see distance, even disgust, just like she did with the person who confessed to her at the art salon.

Kwon Ji-yong thought about it and decided that now was not the right time, so he put the idea aside.

After the banquet, An Rufeng, her mother, and Quan Zhilong walked out of the venue together.

Not far from the entrance, an artistic graffiti wall stands out under the lights.

Anru Feng's gaze was instantly drawn to the wall.

Actually, this wall was already there when we arrived, but it was still light out then, and the lights weren't on, so it didn't look as nice as it does now.

She walked over cheerfully, stood in front of the wall, turned slightly to the side, took out her phone, adjusted the angle, and snapped a picture with a "click".

Upon seeing this, Kwon Ji-yong involuntarily raised his phone and took a picture of An Yeo-poong standing in front of the graffiti wall, smiling as she posed for a photo.

An Rufeng handed her phone to Brother Li and asked him to take a picture for her.

Kwon Ji-yong took An Ru-feng's phone before Lee Ge could, and said with a smile, "I'll take the picture for you."

An Rufeng was skeptical and joked, "Brother Li's photography skills are professional. Can you compare to Brother Li?"

Kwon Ji-yong was unconvinced. Although he wasn't a professional, he filmed with love in his heart, so how could he be inferior to Lee Hyung?

Kwon Ji-yong raised his eyes, his long, narrow eyes slightly upturned, his bright eyes fixed on An Joo-feng. Even from a distance, his gaze lingered on her, and a smile curved his lips as he said confidently, "Of course, I'm filming with affection."

"Besides, you're so beautiful, you'll look good no matter how you're photographed."

Kwon Ji-yong then revealed his true feelings and praised An Ru-feng directly, before enthusiastically taking photos of her.

He walked around, constantly adjusting his angle, sometimes moving further away and sometimes closer, sometimes crouching down to find the perfect low-angle composition, and sometimes raising his phone to capture the light and shadow from above.

Anru Feng smiled upon hearing this, and seeing how serious he was, posing so cooperatively, she figured that a photo taken with such care would never be bad.

Besides, she was just saying it casually; she didn't necessarily want Brother Li to take the picture.

Kwon Ji-yong's assistant stood aside, listening to his boss's hints and watching his boss constantly change his posture, sometimes turning to the side, sometimes half-squatting, looking extremely focused and attentive. His face was full of surprise and astonishment.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Recalling his boss's recent mysterious behavior, and looking at Miss An in front of him, he secretly wondered: Could this be the person his boss has been secretly pursuing all this time?

Watching Kwon Ji-yong press the shutter button each time, it seemed as if he was recording the most precious treasure in the world. He took so many pictures without showing the slightest impatience, and his face was still full of smiles. The assistant became more and more certain of his guess.

However, the last time I and my boss met Miss An in the elevator, they were quite distant with each other.

The boss's mind changes way too fast.

Perhaps it's because people see Anjou taking photos here, and they tend to follow the crowd, or perhaps the graffiti is really beautiful, but there are quite a few guests taking photos at the graffiti wall.

Shuiyuan Xizi was also among them. She watched Kwon Ji-yong's actions from the side and couldn't help but frown.

Looking at Anru Feng standing in front of the graffiti wall, her delicate face, long straight hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, slightly upturned red lips, radiant smile, and elegant posture were striking.

She really couldn't understand why Kwon Ji-yong would like An Joo-feng.

In her opinion, the type of rich heiress like An Rufeng is common, conventional, and unchallenging. Compared to this type of woman, Kwon Ji-yong should be more interested in someone like her.

An's mother watched quietly as An Rufeng and Quan Zhilong interacted and took photos.

Upon hearing Kwon Ji-yong's subtle words, Mrs. Ahn couldn't help but smile and silently shake her head; her daughter certainly wouldn't have picked up on his hint.

Seeing Kwon Ji-yong's thoughtfulness towards An Ru-feng, while he stepped back to take a distant photo, she walked up to him, gently patted his shoulder, smiled, and praised, "You're very proactive."

Kwon Ji-yong smiled somewhat embarrassedly when teased by his elders.

Seeing this, Mother An said meaningfully, "You've taken the initiative, but you could be a little more direct in your speech."

Kwon Ji-yong was taken aback by what he heard. He wanted to say something specific, but it wasn't the right time to do so.

Although he doesn't plan to or dare to say it right now, Kwon Ji-yong was still very happy to hear what his mother said. At least, his parents weren't an obstacle.

After the photoshoot, Kwon Ji-yong invited Ahn's mother to take a picture, and Ahn's mother and Ahn Yeo-feng took a group photo.

After taking photos of the mother and daughter, Kwon Ji-yong also took out his own phone, pressed the shutter in front of the graffiti wall, and took a few selfies.

After taking a selfie, Kwon Ji-yong asked An Ru-feng to take a group photo with him.

An Rufeng did not refuse, and Quan Zhilong had his assistant take many photos of them before he was satisfied.

As Shuiyuan Xizi watched the two taking a photo in front of the graffiti wall, she noticed that Quan Zhilong's eyes were only on An Rufeng and he didn't pay any attention to her at all. A dark look flashed in her eyes.

She quickly composed herself, smiled, and stood in front of the graffiti wall, striking a charming pose, gently tossing her hair with one hand, while her agent took photos of her.

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On a quiet afternoon, after finishing her painting in her studio, Anru Feng received an invitation from Watanabe to view his latest paintings from the past six months.

Anru Feng had no plans, so she accepted Watanabe's invitation and went to his studio.

In the studio, a series of abstract paintings come into view.

The main color is a rich red, like a raging flame, or like blood exuding an eerie aura.

Although the red is vibrant, it evokes a chilling atmosphere. Every line in each painting seems to tell a story of endless despair, stirring an indescribable sense of oppression in the viewer and involuntarily weighing them down.

Anru Feng frowned slightly. Although she felt uncomfortable because of the emotions in the painting, she could not deny that Watanabe's painting expressed very strong and accurate emotions.

Watanabe's paintings vividly depict extreme helplessness and despair.

Even though sunlight streamed through the windows into the studio, filling it with warmth, it couldn't dispel the atmosphere of despair permeating the paintings.

Anru Feng was puzzled. Watanabe had always been a gentle, mature, and cheerful person. She just couldn't connect him with these paintings filled with despair.

An Rufeng strolled slowly through the studio, still carefully appreciating each painting. Even though the paintings made her uncomfortable and the themes were depressing, they were still excellent works of art, which did not prevent her from appreciating them.

Watanabe asked for her opinion, and Anrufeng truthfully explained how the painting had made her feel. Watanabe listened and smiled happily, because what Anrufeng felt was exactly what he wanted to express.

“I’m planning to send these paintings to my friend’s gallery for exhibition. Would you like to go and take a look at the exhibition? There are paintings by many different artists.” Watanabe smiled and asked Anru Feng.

Anru Feng readily agreed.

Watanabe's friend was an Italian named Alexander.

Because Watanabe's paintings were popular in his gallery and he was a friend of Watanabe's, he personally came to entertain him.

Upon seeing Anjou beside Watanabe, Alexander exclaimed, "My God! Anjou, you are so beautiful! Muse! You are simply the muse of my dreams!"

He had long, curly hair, jet black and slightly messy, which fell casually over his forehead and the back of his neck, swaying gently as he did so because of his excitement.

"Thank you, you're handsome too." An Rufeng was amused by his exaggerated words.

“When I say you are my muse, it’s not just politeness as a foreigner!” Alexander looked at Anjoufeng, his blue eyes filled with sincerity.

An Rufeng laughed out loud: "I believe you."

Seeing this, Alexander smiled broadly and asked, "My muse who fell from the sky! Although you are radiating an aura that neither I nor you can ever possess, please allow me to ask, may I become your boyfriend?"

An Rufeng glanced at him, then shook her head with a smile: "To be honest, your looks fit my aesthetic, but I've dated guys like you before, so I'm not going to date you again."

"So what? Why did you break up? Was it because he wronged you, or because you got tired of him?" Alexander persisted.

"No, he cut his long hair and it didn't look good anymore. I couldn't stand it, so we broke up."

Alexander breathed a sigh of relief: "It's alright, I'll maintain my good looks until you get tired of me and want to break up! Otherwise, I won't disappoint you when it comes to appearance."

An Rufeng continued to shake her head and laughed, "You seem too lively and unreliable. My ex-boyfriend was mature and gentle. If I were to date someone like you, I would prefer him."

“Treat me as his substitute!” Alexander immediately dropped his cheerful smile and put on a calm expression. “I will maintain his personality.”

At this moment, Alexander's temperament was gentle yet melancholic. His deep blue eyes gazed intently at Anjou Feng, like the ocean, seemingly capable of encompassing everything.

Upon hearing this, An Rufeng smiled and said, "Although it's unreliable, I'll take the plunge and date you since you're so sincere, brave, and frank."

Although he didn't agree outright, but rather got to know each other with the intention of dating, he was already halfway there. Alexander almost cheered, but because he had to maintain his persona, he just smiled gently with a hint of surprise.

Actually, Anru Feng is easy to pursue. As long as she doesn't dislike the other person, their appearance matches her aesthetic or there are things she admires about them, and they are tolerant of her, she is very likely to give it a try if the other person takes the initiative to express their desire to be together.

If the other person is a painter, the probability of her agreeing is even higher. Because she herself is a painter, she hopes to have something in common with them.

Alexander happened to be someone who appealed to her aesthetic sensibilities, and he was also a painter.

Of course, although An Rufeng agreed rather casually, it doesn't mean she would treat the other person carelessly. On the contrary, she is looking for a life partner with a mindset of understanding and is cautious. She will seriously consider, examine, and think about every relationship.

The reason she can enter a relationship so quickly is that she wants to get to know each other as soon as possible, enter the screening stage, and not waste each other's time.