Meng Tian called Fu Chenyuan and told him not to wait, that he would be late, and then the two parted ways, no longer waiting.
When Jiang Wanning entered the office building, she found Xu Ying there as well.
Xu Ying was pressing the elevator button and waiting for her.
Jiang Wanning was quite happy: "Auntie, when did you arrive?"
How come I didn't see her at the gate?
Xu Ying teased, "You really are a newlywed couple. You and that boy Shen Yuan were so reluctant to part at the door that you naturally didn't see me."
Jiang Wanning touched her cheek shyly.
She had said it before: let Fu Chenyuan cling to her if he wants. He can just be himself; he doesn't need to pretend.
His original, most authentic self is the one she likes.
Fu Chenyuan is indeed very clingy.
Jiang Wanning didn't explain. Actually, she didn't seem to dislike Fu Chenyuan being so clingy; on the contrary, she felt a little sorry for him.
She couldn't explain why she felt so sorry for him.
It seems she doesn't love Fu Chenyuan the same way he loves her, so she's more tolerant of him.
Jiang Wanning and Xu Ying entered the studio together.
The cleaning lady has cleaned the studio spotless.
She didn't touch anything in the studio; it was arranged exactly as it was after she cleaned it.
Xu Ying entered the studio, looked at Jiang Wanning's practice paintings from yesterday, pointed out some shortcomings, and offered some suggestions.
When Jiang Wanning finished her work and went out to get a drink of water, she heard a deep male voice: "Hello, is Miss Jiang Wanning here?"
Jiang Wanning came out immediately upon hearing the sound.
It must be Teacher Meng Tian who has arrived.
She came out and met the man face to face.
This person was none other than Meng Tian.
Fu Chenyuan sent his photo to Jiang Wanning.
Meng Tian is 48 years old, but it seems that some people would believe he is 38.
He has handsome features, and when he smiles, the wrinkles around his eyes are deep, and he even has forehead wrinkles, but that doesn't detract from his good looks.
The experience accumulated over the years has given him a handsomeness that young heartthrobs can't match.
Meng Tian has double eyelids, which makes her eyes look very gentle.
He exudes an air of refinement, neither arrogant nor impatient, neither hasty nor slow.
The real person looks even better than in the photos.
Jiang Wanning couldn't help but think about Fu Chenyuan's future.
What will Fu Chenyuan be like when he is in his forties?
She went up to her and said, "Hello, Teacher Meng. I am Jiang Wanning. Please come in."
Meng Tian also looked Jiang Wanning up and down, a kind smile on his face: "Miss Jiang."
"Teacher Meng, you can call me by my name."
"Okay, Wan Ning."
His gaze lingered on the studio's sign for a few more seconds; it read "Xu Ying Studio."
Jiang Wanning settled Meng Tian in the meeting room, and the receptionist quickly made tea for him.
Jiang Wanning knocked on the door of Xu Ying's studio.
"Auntie, Teacher Meng Tian is here."
Xu Ying's pen fell to the ground with a thud: "What did you say? Who, who's here?"
Jiang Wanning had previously mentioned to Xu Ying that Fu Chenyuan had arranged for a teacher to tutor her.
Xu Ying suggested that if the teacher didn't mind, they could come to the studio together, so that they could exchange ideas as colleagues and Jiang Wanning wouldn't have to travel to multiple places.
Who would have thought it would be Meng Tian!
Jiang Wanning noticed Xu Ying's unusual behavior.
She stepped forward and picked up the pen: "It's Teacher Meng Tian. Auntie, do you know him?"
Xu Ying steadied herself, closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, her eyes indifferent: "I don't know you."
She got up and went out with Jiang Wanning.
Hearing the noise coming from the door, Meng Tian looked over in the direction of the sound.
Instead of sitting properly in the conference room, he stood by the window.
It was simply because a painting by Xu Ying was hanging by the window.
When Xu Ying and Jiang Wanning pushed the door open and came in, Meng Tian looked over.
Xu Ying met Meng Tian's gaze, and her hands, which were hanging at her sides, clenched slightly before relaxing.
Meng Tian simply watched her quietly.
Xu Ying said calmly, "Mr. Meng? A painter famous for his portraits, skilled at capturing subtle expressions. He has held no fewer than thirty exhibitions abroad. Why did you suddenly decide to return to China? And come to my little studio? Letting you teach Wan Ning is a huge waste of your talent, isn't it?"
Jiang Wanning had also learned about Meng Tian's information online.
Meng Tian is the type of person who achieves great things later in life.
Before the age of thirty-five, I was unknown; after the age of thirty-five, I went abroad.
Three years later, at the age of thirty-eight, Meng Tian held his first art exhibition and became famous overnight.
Over the next ten years, Meng Tian held more than thirty art exhibitions in various cities abroad.
After that, Meng Tian returned to China, which is said to have happened about two months ago.
Jiang Wanning once asked Fu Chenyuan, "Teacher Meng is so capable, how did you manage to get him to come?"
It was naturally an honor for her to learn painting from such a great master, and Jiang Wanning was very much looking forward to it.
Fu Chenyuan replied, "My grandfather had dealings with Mr. Meng before. I asked my grandfather to act as an intermediary. He initially said he didn't want to teach students individually, but later changed his mind."
Meng Tian has also been invited to be a professor in the Department of Fine Arts at Nanjing University. He will officially start teaching at Nanjing University in September. Xu Ying also accepted the invitation before that.
Jiang Wanning couldn't help but glance at Xu Ying. Her intuition told her that they not only knew each other, but might even have a deep connection.
Xu Ying has a gentle and easygoing personality and can get along with anyone. She doesn't have the aloofness or detachment from worldly affairs often associated with artists.
This was the first time Jiang Wanning had seen her be impolite to someone.
A hint of loneliness flashed in Meng Tian's eyes, and his pursed lips carried a touch of bitterness.
He looked at Xu Ying, his gaze unwavering.
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