Chapter 45
You Mian was about to get up and leave when he turned around. Bai Peilan's anxious voice stopped him from behind, "Wait!"
You Mian didn't look back, but stopped.
In the silent room, after a few seconds, Bai Peilan's patient and restrained voice could be heard saying, "The preliminary round of the Xingchen Cup will be held in the next few days. The competition process for the three groups is the same. How are you preparing?"
You Mian frowned, turned around and looked at her coldly.
Due to his posture, he once again looked down at the people of the You family.
Bai Peilan raised her chin slightly and looked up at him. She seemed to know that her behavior was a little ridiculous, so she asked in a roundabout way: "The Xingchen Cup is indeed one of the best art competitions. Even you may have had a hard time preparing for it, not to mention Linlin. He has been..."
Before she could finish, You Mian interrupted her and said, "Just say what you want to say."
The boy's beautiful amber eyes, which were filled with warm smiles, were now filled with coldness and alienation, so much so that Bai Peilan couldn't help but look at him for just a single glance before quickly looking away.
"There's no need for us to be so concerned about our reputation." You Mian's words were full of wisdom. "I've seen all kinds of ugly things."
Bai Peilan's elegant face twisted for a moment, but for Bai Lin she could only endure it.
Bai Peilan clenched her fingers, and tried her best to put on a gentle smile and said, "I heard Jiyuan said that he had agreed with you to paint a few paintings for Linlin to participate in the competition. Now it's already this time, do you still want to delay it?"
As the preliminary round date approached, Bai Lin retreated into his home painting studio and refused to come out.
Bai Peilan felt heartbroken and had no choice but to go to You Mian for help.
You Mian was silent for a few moments after hearing this, and then his cold eyes looked at Bai Peilan without missing a beat, denying, "You Jiyuan didn't 'negotiate' with me, and I never agreed to this."
Bai Peilan knew that You Mian would not agree so easily, but then she heard You Mian sneer again and said, "What's wrong? Bai Lin, who you are so proud of, can't even draw an oil painting that can participate in the preliminary round?"
Bai Peilan paused suddenly, and then became furious.
But You Mian glanced at her calmly and said with a smile, "Are you angry? Ms. Bai, this is not the attitude to ask for help."
Upon hearing this, Bai Peilan suppressed her anger behind a smile.
"Then tell me, how should we ask for help?" Bai Peilan looked at You Mian. She didn't believe that You Mian, who was indecisive and weak and could be manipulated because of his concern for family affection, would dare to ask her to ask him for help.
He's just an orphanage kid with no parents.
So Bai Peilan calmed down a little, sat on the tatami with a proud expression, and looked as if she would not speak.
You Mian could guess what Bai Peilan was thinking at the moment with just one glance.
Do these people still think they can use the so-called "family affection" to shackle themselves? It's ridiculous and absurd.
So You Mian didn't leave, but sat back on the tatami, his back straight and his eyes cold.
His curly hair swept across his white forehead, his long, slightly drooping eyelashes covered some of his amber eyes, and the exposed skin on his neck looked even colder and whiter under the sunlight coming in from the window.
The boy sitting in front of Bai Peilan has an outstanding temperament and is particularly noble.
Bai Peilan was extremely jealous of him because he had no professional etiquette guidance but always did better than Bai Lin.
Who is the biological child of the You family? Bai Peilan has imagined countless times in her mind how to kick You Mian out. As long as this person is gone, who would care whether Bai Lin is smart or stupid.
It's all because of him...
Before Bai Peilan's thoughts could continue to sink, You Mian's voice came coldly from in front of him.
"Ms. Bai, have you never asked anyone for help?" You Mian picked up the warm teacup in front of him and took a sip, looking like he was waiting.
Bai Peilan didn't expect You Mian to actually dare to ask her to beg him. For a moment, she even forgot her dignified and elegant manners. She frowned and shouted loudly: "You Mian! What's your attitude?"
You Mian opened his eyelids and put the teacup back on the table with a click.
He didn't say anything, but it was enough to bring back Bai Peilan's anger.
Bai Peilan did not forget the purpose of coming to You Mian today. On the one hand, she wanted him to curb his arrogance in the show, and on the other hand, she wanted him to produce a few oil paintings for Bai Lin.
"The conditions are already laid out here." You Mian said calmly.
Bai Peilan finally put on a warm smile again. She folded her hands on her knees and said softly, "You Mian, I beg you, I beg you."
"Please draw a few paintings for Bai Lin. Isn't he your brother? Although you are not related by blood, we are a family."
"What's wrong with family helping each other?" Bai Peilan said with a mean face, "Please, draw a few pictures for Bai Lin and make sure he can advance from the preliminary round to the finals."
"It would be even better if I could win the gold medal!" Bai Peilan's eyes widened, filled with desire that was about to overflow.
You Mian looked at her like this and smiled gently, then stood up and said, "I understand."
Bai Peilan anxiously tried to pull him forward but failed. She grabbed him in vain. She grinned rudely, "So you agree? Good boy, good boy."
You Mian raised his eyebrows and denied it condescendingly, "No, I'm just saying, I know."
"I know what you want." You Mian took out a recorder from his pocket and shook it. Despite Bai Peilan's shocked expression, he said calmly, "Don't bother me until the Star Cup is over, or I will send out what I just said."
"As for Bai Lin." You Mian walked to the door, opened it, and said with a cold laugh, "Tell him to stop pretending to be rich. If he could spend a little more time on painting instead of eating, drinking and having fun, he wouldn't have stolen even a few of my paintings."
"You Mian!!" Bai Peilan's roar came from the private room behind her, but the boy still left without looking back.
You Mian walked out of the restaurant and onto the street. The cool autumn breeze brushed across his cheeks, awakening the sadness and anger that had just been hidden under his calm face.
Not worth it.
You Mian took a leisurely step, thinking that it was not worth being sad about these people and these words.
In the classroom of A University, Bai Lin threw the phone away after answering it, his whole body twisted with anger.
What does it mean that You Mian is unwilling to paint? What does it mean that You Mian is unwilling to help?
Bai Lin's chest heaved violently with anger, malice condensed in his eyes.
It’s just a few paintings. If You Mian doesn’t help, is there no one else who can help? That's ridiculous.
The sound of a door opening was suddenly heard in the empty classroom. Bai Lin turned around in surprise and found that it was the class monitor.
The boy saw Bai Lin was still in the classroom and said, "I'm leaving first. Remember to lock the door when you leave later."
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