Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Change car?
After a day of painting practice, Wen Yu relaxed her arms and prepared to go home. Yan Qianqian sat beside her, initially imitating her, then she simply dropped her brush and watched. As she watched, she grew sleepy, dozing off on a small stool with her chin propped up. Whenever Wen Yu moved, she would startle awake and ask, "Is it over? Is it over? Is it over?"
What a poor child.
Wen Yu glanced back at Pan Xianchen and said, "Don't force Yan Qianqian to come here anymore."
The students in the studio gradually left. Yuanyuan's parents, unusually early, arrived today. After saying goodbye to Wenyu, Yuanyuan left as well. Wenyu was packing her things, while Pan Xianchen and Yan Qianqian waited nearby. After finishing, the three of them headed towards the main entrance together.
Xu Yanshan was waiting at the gate and asked Wen Yu, "How do you feel today?"
Wen Yu thought for a moment and replied, "I think I've become more proficient now."
"If you have something you want to paint in mind, your brush will flow naturally," Xu Yanshan said. "You should experience life and the world more. Once you have a desire to express yourself, your paintings will reflect your emotions."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Xu. I'm grateful for your guidance."
Xu Yanshan smiled and said, "You're welcome." He then picked up his car keys, which jingled metallically. "Would you like to go cycling together tonight? The streets at night are very different from those during the day, and the city's streetscapes have a unique flavor. Go and experience it; it'll help you learn to paint."
Wen Yu asked: "What time exactly?"
Xu Yanshan replied, "About eight or nine. We cyclists usually call each other in the group chat after dinner, and if we're free, we go out for a ride together. If you want to go, tell me the address and I'll pick you up." He thought for a moment, then pointed at Yan Qianqian and added, "Yan Qianqian is going tonight too, right? You can come too, so you can have some company."
Yan Qianqian glared at Xu Yanshan for a long time, but he didn't notice. Then, she told Shui Lingling about her secret night ride without her family's knowledge. She subconsciously looked at Pan Xianchen, fearing he might overhear and tell Yan Zhiwen about it. However, Pan Xianchen paid her no attention at all, staring at Wen Yu with eyes so intense they were practically glowing green.
"Can we decide after dinner?" Wen Yu and Xu Yanshan discussed, "I'm a little tired now, maybe I'll feel better after dinner."
"Okay, once you've made up your mind, tell me on WeChat."
Xu Yanshan rode away on his motorcycle. Yan Qianqian was stunned from behind, pointing at the figure riding away and saying, "I didn't realize he was such a cool guy?"
Wen Yu plagiarized Yuan Yuan's comment and said, "What a contrast, isn't it?"
When Yan Qianqian arrived, she rode in Pan Xianchen's car. It had been ages since she'd ridden in his car. To lure her to the studio, Pan Xianchen had actually offered to take her for the first time. Now she was in the car, but the driver, Pan Xianchen, hadn't gotten in yet. Looking out the windshield, Yan Qianqian saw Pan Xianchen standing next to the driver's seat of Wen Yu's car, his arms outstretched like a roc about to spread its wings, pressing against the door. Half of Wen Yu's face was visible outside the car, and she couldn't drive away rashly without Pan Xianchen leaving.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Pan?" Wen Yu put his hands on the steering wheel, looking ready to go at any time.
Pan Xianchen refused to give in. It was fine that she hadn't exchanged a few words with Wen Yu today, but before leaving, she'd actually arranged a night ride with Xu Yanshan? Aren't they getting married? A few words with him wouldn't work, but a night ride with Xu Yanshan would?
Pan Xianchen felt jealous and couldn't help but remind Wen Yu, "You're getting married soon, aren't you? Why are you still riding with other men at night?"
Wen Yu felt jealous again, looked at him with amusement, and said, "Who said I'm getting married?"
"What do you mean?" Pan Xianchen didn't understand.
"Wen Yu and I broke up."
“…”
Pan Xianchen's brain was almost insufficient. Why hadn't anyone told him about the plot changes so quickly? He suspected he had misheard and asked again with a frown, "What?"
Wen Yu told him word by word: "My wedding is cancelled. I'm not getting married."
Pan Xianchen took a long time to process this latest development. That poor man named Wen Yu had finally been kicked out by Wen Yu? Wen Yu was now alone? Fireworks suddenly went off in Pan Xianchen's mind. He pursed his lips tightly, trying not to smile too obviously.
He confirmed again: "So you are single now?"
Wen Yu corrected him: "I am a free man now."
Pan Xianchen asked again: "Then why do you need to take a three-month vacation?"
"Because I just want to take a break." Wen Yu glanced at the time in the car and said, "Any other questions, Mr. Pan?"
Pan Xianchen said, "No more."
Wen Yu gestured with her eyes to Pan Xianchen's hand, and Pan Xianchen understood and obediently moved aside. Wen Yu rolled up the car window, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away. Pan Xianchen remained standing, gazing from afar. At that moment, he felt a sense of liberation, a sense of finally having endured it all.
Yan Qianqian poked her head out of the car and called out to him, "Hey! Are you still going?"
Pan Xianchen was still setting off fireworks, completely oblivious to Yan Qianqian's rudeness again. He returned to the car and drove off. Seeing his expression, which seemed to be rejuvenated, Yan Qianqian asked, "What good thing happened?"
Pan Xianchen curled his lips but didn't answer. After a moment, he said, "You've joined the night riding team now? How can you ride at night if you don't have a motorcycle license?"
Yan Qianqian began to sweat. She still liked Pan Xianchen, who had remained indifferent to her night ride tonight. He had felt silly. Now this one had suddenly become very shrewd, and that familiar feeling of being manipulated returned.
She fiercely turned the tables and said, "What's the matter, elementary school student? Are you planning to tell trolls on my dad again?"
"I don't have to tell your dad, but there's one condition."
Yan Qianqian stared with her eyes wide open and her ears pricked up.
Pan Xianchen said, "Report to me the time, location, and participants of the night ride."
"You want me to be a spy?!" Yan Qianqian shouted as if insulted.
Pan Xianchen snorted with a smile and said, "You've been a spy for my mom and my dad, so what if you're a spy for me?"
How did he know?! Yan Qianqian felt like a lab rat, believing she had no worries about food and water and could move freely, when in reality, she was being observed very clearly. She had years of experience as a spy, so how could Pan Xianchen see through her all at once?
"You're doing this for Sister Wenyu, right?" Yan Qianqian said righteously, sweating profusely. "Do you think it's appropriate for you to keep pestering her like this?"
Pan Xianchen laughed twice, then said slowly, "What's inappropriate about it? She and I are unmarried, and I'm openly pursuing a single woman of the right age who I really like. What's inappropriate about that?"
Yan Qianqian looked at Pan Xianchen like he was a ghost: "How is she single? She...she is single?"
Pan Xianchen repeated the information Yan Qianqian had intended to report to him: "The time, location, and participants of the night ride. Remember this clearly."
Yan Qianqian: “…”
Well. She knew that she would be manipulated in the end.
Wen Yu didn't join the night ride tonight. Xu Yanshan felt sorry for her, but he didn't try to persuade her. He left a message for Wen Yu on WeChat saying, "Then I'll go by myself," and then disappeared. Wen Yu closed Xu Yanshan's WeChat and continued chatting with Ye Yinuo.
Ye Yinuo told Wen Yu on WeChat the good news that her brother was about to terminate his contract with the vampire agency.
Qianjin: This is the last concert my brother and his boy band will have together before he terminates his contract. I must go and support him!
Wen Xiaoyu: Okay! Then I support you!
Qianjin: But... our company has been really busy lately, because we're hosting an investment promotion summit, and industry insiders and government representatives are all attending. The last group meeting emphasized the city's importance and urged everyone to get involved... I think every department in the group is frantically busy.
Qianjin: I've been working overtime at the office all day. I was supposed to have dinner with friends on Saturday and the weekend, but now I'm not in the mood. Isn't Sister Yan still here? She's such a strong woman, she's told me several times how much she envied you. You're so lucky to have time off right now. And Mr. Pan... can I mention him to you?
Wen Xiaoyu: It’s okay, go ahead and ask it.
Qianjin: Mr. Pan is even busier. I feel like he's like a machine, spinning non-stop 24/7. How does he have so much energy? He often works late. If he doesn't leave, the rest of us don't dare leave either. But he's kind enough to treat us well with food and drink... The other day, I worked late, and Mr. Pan wasn't gone when I left. The next morning, I showed up, and he was already there... Later, when I talked to my colleagues, I found out that Mr. Pan hadn't left that day and had stayed in the office the entire time.
Qianjin: Oh my god! What kind of physical strength does he have! If I don’t sleep all night, I will definitely die on the spot!
Wen Xiaoyu: ...Don’t use exaggeration to scare people.
Qianjin: Hey, I just think Mr. Pan is awesome. No wonder he's such a young leader. I can't do that. I can't dedicate myself to my work. I can only dedicate myself to my brother. If my brother wanted me, I'd pack up and offer myself to him right away. [drool][drool][drool]
Wen Xiaoyu: You are truly an epic dream girl.
Wen Xiaoyu: So when is your brother's concert? Can he take time off?
Qianjin: I can't invite her out... I've already tried, but Sister Yan rejected me. So I'm planning to resign. Although I feel a little guilty about leaving when everyone is so busy and needs me, it's something I have to do!
Wen Xiaoyu: Everyone is indeed very busy, but that doesn't necessarily mean they need you. It's okay, you don't have to feel guilty.
Qianjin: You don't seem to be comforting me? I can't tell.
Wen Xiaoyu: Hehehe.
Qianjin: Anyway, I've made up my mind. I've already written my resignation letter. It says: "The world is so big, I want to go see my brother's concert. Do you want to come with me? You happen to be on vacation."
Ye Yinuo sent Wen Yu the time and location of the concert. Wen Yu checked her calendar and found that it was just after she finished her studio study. Everything was perfect. Wen Yu agreed to Ye Yinuo's invitation. She had never been to a concert before and asked Ye Yinuo on WeChat what to prepare.
Qianjin: You don't need to prepare anything! Just prepare your heart to be hit by my brother soon! Hehehehe...
Wen Xiaoyu: Ah, this.
Ye Yinuo sent her a 15-second audio clip. Wen Yu clicked on it, and it was all just Ye Yinuo's slutty cumshot. At the 14-second mark, Wen Yu paused it, regretting not having paused at the first second. Then Ye Yinuo returned to normal, telling her to just prepare a hottie outfit and she'd take care of everything else.
Next are Wen Yu’s last few days of learning painting in the studio.
Xu Yanshan tutored her diligently as usual. After today's painting was finished, Xu Yanshan generously praised her, praising her for her talent and understanding. His slender fingers caressed Wen Yu's painting and he asked curiously, "You're so suited to painting. Why did you give up halfway through before?"
Wen Yu said: "Because I want to concentrate on my studies."
Xu Yanshan glanced at her and said, "Are you still lying to me? You said it was fake before."
Wen Yu smiled, her eyes sparkling. She didn't study because her parents wouldn't let her. Back then, she was so obedient, doing whatever her parents said, without a single ounce of resistance. Now, she's completely rebelled against her parents, especially her mother.
Her mother told her that not long after she ran out that night, the Wen Yu family also stormed out in anger, and the marriage naturally fell through. The carefully prepared dishes on the table went cold. Her mother and father had a huge argument, blaming each other for not raising their daughter well. Her father hasn't been home since.
But Wen Yu didn't want to talk about these trivial things at all. She looked at Xu Yanshan's expression of admiration for his talent and asked with a smile: "Teacher Xu, do you think I still have a chance if I continue to study now?"
Xu Yanshan replied seriously: "It's too late."
He paused, his gaze shifting from Wen Yu's smiling face to her painting. He stared intently for a few seconds before returning his gaze to Wen Yu's face. Wen Yu was no longer smiling, her beautiful face bare of makeup, as clean as the painting she had created. Xu Yanshan tapped her forehead twice with his brush and said, "But if you continue to learn from me, the results will be different, because I'm different from ordinary painters."
Wen Yu opened her mouth into a small circle and said, "Teacher Xu, you are so confident."
“Only when you have strength can you be confident.”
Xu Yanshan put down his paintbrush, clapped his hands, and said, "Your painting training period is almost over. Do you want to continue?"
Wen Yu said, "Not for now."
Xu Yanshan glanced at her again, and with each glance, Wen Yu felt that he actually had a lot to say to her. As expected, Xu Yanshan said, "So what you just said about wanting to continue studying was also a lie."
Wen Yu smiled. She still had to go to the concert later. Learning to paint was something she'd left unfinished as a child. Now, with a brief period of time, she'd made up for what she'd lost, and she was satisfied. But the immense anticipation and excitement of her childhood seemed gone. Perhaps missed is missed, and like a broken mirror, even when reunited, the cracks in her childhood will never heal.
But she still said to Xu Yanshan: "Let's see if there is another opportunity in the future. If there is, I will continue to learn from you."
Xu Yanshan nodded, not continuing to ask her whether she would study or not. He looked up at the wall clock and said, "It's almost over. There's a night ride tonight, and Yan Qianqian is coming too. Are you coming?"
As for the night ride, Wen Yu had rejected Xu Yanshan on WeChat after dinner that night. Xu Yanshan had invited her a couple more times, but she hadn't gone. She'd spent the day painting and walking the dog, and her body was nearly drained. But now that her studio sessions were almost over, she might never see them again. Seeing Xu Yanshan's quietly waiting expression, Wen Yu changed her mind and said, "I'll go tonight."
As usual, they went home to eat. After dinner, Xu Yanshan came to Wen Yu's house to pick him up.
Xu Yanshan's motorcycle was truly eye-catching, roaring along as it sped along, drawing countless glances. Still by the river, on that stone arch bridge, Xu Yanshan stopped to wait for everyone. Wen Yu sat behind him, clutching his shirt by the waist, watching as motorcycle after motorcycle sped toward them in the distance.
Xu Yanshan turned around and said to Wen Yu, "I'll ride faster today."
Wen Yu nodded: "Okay."
"It's too fast, and you might get thrown out. So hold on tight." Xu Yanshan took Wen Yu's hand and placed it on his waist, saying, "I don't mind you holding my waist."
A bunch of motorcycles rumbled together, creating a spectacular scene. The riders joked around as usual, then planned to line up and set off.
Wen Yu looked around, but didn't seem to see Yan Qianqian. The back of the American-style front stab was empty. A moment later, there was another deafening roar. It was clearly not coming from their group of motorcycles. Everyone looked in the distance: a supercar with extremely sharp lines was speeding towards them.
In seconds, the supercar appeared before them. Its black paint seemed to shimmer in the pale moonlight, like a woman's face painted with glitter. The door swung open, and Yan Qianqian jumped out, then hopped into the back of the American-style front-engined car.
The riders whistled at the same time, praising the explosion of Yan Qianqian's appearance and the appearance of McLaren itself.
Pan Xianchen sat in the car, his head lowered slightly, looking at Wen Yu behind Xu Yanshan, and asked, "Want to change cars?"
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