The next morning, Lin Xiao woke up an hour later than usual.
He got out of bed, and Song Qingliu immediately woke up as well.
Before leaving, Lin Xiao softly said, "Qingliu, I'm leaving. Goodbye."
Song Qingliu gave a mumbled "hmm," the tender scenes from last night flashing before her eyes, and her heart suddenly tightened.
She wanted to ask him to stay.
I can't bear to see him go.
But remembering her promise not to pester him, Song Qingliu could only suppress the urge to ask him to stay.
The bedroom door was closed.
Song Qingliu could no longer fall asleep.
She opened her eyes, then closed them again, her mind filled with the passionate kiss they had shared the night before.
Just thinking about it made me feel a dampness in my body.
Ahhh!
Before, she might have just had a crush on Lin Xiao, but after last night, she felt that she had completely fallen in love with him.
Lin Xiao returned to the guest room, washed up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.
With dark circles under his eyes, Xu Chen finally felt relieved when he saw that only Lin Xiao came downstairs. He had been on edge all night.
If they didn't go downstairs together, it means they didn't sleep together.
"Good morning, Mr. Lin," Xu Chen said.
Lin Xiao nodded. "Good morning."
Sister Wang brought out two steaming bowls of noodles from the kitchen and invited Lin Xiao and Xu Chen to eat.
Lin Xiao glanced at it and saw that Sister Wang's cooking looked delicious, so he sat down and ate.
While eating his noodles, Xu Chen asked furtively, "Last night...did you and President Song get a good rest?"
Lin Xiao paused in his eating, glancing up at Xu Chen's dark circles. He understood what Xu Chen meant, but didn't answer immediately. After finishing a mouthful of noodles, he casually replied:
"Hmm. That's good. Assistant Xu, you must have had a tough night. Chen Jingyao and his son must have given you quite a bit of trouble, right?"
Xu Chen was taken aback, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning behind Lin Xiao's words.
Shouldn't he say that he doesn't know whether President Song is sleeping well or not?
What does "pretty good" mean?
He muttered to himself, but didn't show it on his face, replying, "He's alright. Chen Jingyao probably has kidney deficiency; he got up a few times at night, but otherwise he's fine."
Lin Xiao nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
After finishing his noodles, Lin Xiao said goodbye and left.
When Song Qingliu came down, Xu Chen's first words were: "Lin Xiao has already left."
Song Qingliu was taken aback, then nodded and said "Oh".
Sister Wang brought out a steaming bowl of noodles and said with a smile, "President Song, please eat more. We still have a tough battle to fight today."
Song Qingliu nodded, took the chopsticks, and began to eat.
Lin Xiao drove back to Jiangda University, music playing in the car, his dark eyes gazing quietly ahead.
December arrived in the blink of an eye.
The weather changed from slightly cool to slightly cold, and people in Jiangcheng started wearing three layers of clothing.
Lin Xiao continued to live a peaceful life. His female clients would occasionally send him WeChat messages, but he would read them without replying.
I find it annoying.
That morning, Lin Xiao and his roommates were playing games together in their dorm when they suddenly received a call from an unknown number.
It was Mr. Chen calling.
I invited him to visit the gallery the day after tomorrow.
Lin Xiao thought about it and, since he was quite interested in visiting the art exhibition, agreed.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Lin Xiao drove to the agreed-upon Time Gallery.
Unexpectedly, Feng Bairan and Li Yaru were also there.
Lin Xiao was slightly taken aback, not understanding what this meant, but he still walked over and greeted Elder Chen and the others.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, you've arrived very early."
Mr. Chen nodded.
Feng Bairan glared at his son and scolded, "Why are you calling me Mr. and Mrs. Feng? Can't you call me Dad and Mom?"
Li Yaru looked away, her expression strange.
Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled but did not reply.
Feng Bairan was so angry that his face turned pale and then red, but for some reason, he managed to hold back.
Old Chen invited Lin Xiao and the others to visit the gallery.
After passing through several exhibition halls, Lin Xiao arrived at a small one. The paintings hanging on the wall made his eyes widen.
His heart pounded as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
Old Chen and the others watched Lin Xiao's reaction closely, observing him secretly.
After a moment of silence, Old Chen spoke slowly, "Lin Xiao, what do you think of these paintings on the wall?"
Lin Xiao was momentarily speechless. "It's fine, isn't it?"
Li Yaru said anxiously, "What do you mean by 'pretty good'? What do you know? Are you just pretending to be an expert? The paintings that can be displayed here have all been approved by Mr. Chen and have extremely high artistic value. Do you think just anyone's graffiti can be hung here?"
Lin Xiao looked at Li Yaru with his dark eyes. Seeing her furious expression, he had already guessed what had happened.
So he couldn't help but casually retort, "I really don't know much about painting. I'm just an amateur. However, these paintings are all my own work, and I think I'm qualified to evaluate my own doodles."
Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the three men all changed.
Old Chen nodded. "I was right! Alas, I never expected that the paintings Feng Qi submitted for his homework were all done by someone else. I thought he had a great talent for painting, but he just doesn't spend his time on it."
Although Feng Bairan was surprised, Lin Xiao was still his son, alive and well, so his relief outweighed his disappointment in Feng Qi.
Li Yaru was greatly shocked and almost couldn't stand up.
Lin Xiao raised his hand and offered her a helping hand.
Li Yaru pushed Lin Xiao away, and stumbled a bit in her high heels.
"No. You're lying! You couldn't possibly paint better than Qi'er! Qi'er was my mentor in painting, and he's quite good. There's no need for me to use your painting to fill the gap."
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