Chapter 002 | 0002 Hates Red the Most
Wu Xian muttered something under her breath, grabbed her bag, and walked out without hesitation.
The clinic charges by the hour and accepts US dollars in line with international standards, while Jiang An's compensation is based on his mentor Zhou Wenbo's fee schedule. Therefore, even a little wasted time translates into a considerable sum of money.
Even considering the current market price of Wu Qian's paintings, she simply cannot afford her monthly medical expenses.
But she didn't care; she came whenever someone asked her to.
"Don't wear glasses next time."
She added a sentence, her words revealing her annoyance.
In the art studio, Wu Qian had absolute authority over the models, a habit that permeated her language system, making her pronouncements to doctors sound like announcements.
To put it another way, Wu Xian didn't take the treatment seriously at all.
She grasped the doorknob and opened the door, only to be met with a pair of green eyes. The other person smiled at her, the corners of their mouth forming swirling wrinkles that made her dizzy.
Wu Xian looked away.
Compared to the empty clinic she usually visits, the space outside is bustling with other people, the most conspicuous being the foreigner who just made eye contact with Wu Qian.
He was very tall, with deep-set, angular features. If Wu Xian's only flaw was his skin color, which resembled plaster, then this gentleman, apart from his skin color, was as handsome as a walking David.
Wu Xian could feel that he glanced at her again, very lightly, so lightly that no one would notice—but she knew that he then looked away.
She had no intention of lingering and slowly left the clinic without greeting or exchanging pleasantries with anyone, like a ghost from another world passing through the corridor.
Wu Qian could see the Bentley parked there as soon as she stepped out the door, but she wanted to ignore it.
The other party turned on their lights and drove up to her. The driver opened the door for her, and Wu Xian, not wanting to be the center of attention, had no choice but to get in.
This has happened countless times; it's the same every Thursday when she comes to see the doctor.
Wu Xian climbed into the back seat, where someone was already there. It was Pei Wenbo, a frequent reporter for economic news, her blood brother, and the one who brought her for treatment.
"Qianqian, how was your day?"
Wu Xian replied, "Very good." That's been her response from the very first time.
Her performance was getting better and better. Apart from her eccentric personality and occasional incomprehensible behavior, Wu Qian had hidden all the parts that should have caused concern.
She closed her eyes to resist the urge to bite her nails, gritting her teeth and crunching them together.
She must restrain herself; if she can't control herself, Pei Wenbai will no longer allow her to live alone.
In a daze, Wu Xian suddenly remembered a pair of eyes.
It wasn't a clumsy imitation like Jiang An's, but a pair of green eyes belonging to that foreign man whose name was unknown.
As she passed by him, she heard Zhou Bowen call his name, "Mr. Leonard..." Leonard, a surname that sounded somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
Putting aside these distracting thoughts, Wu Qian once again thought about the eyes that had attracted her—green, like the waters of a winter lake, concealing secrets within.
For some reason, Wu Xian felt that red suited him better and would look beautiful.
She suddenly felt that the man's eyes should have been red, and that he would suit it perfectly, like a red sea.
This idea is strange because, apart from illness, almost no human has blood-red eyes.
Pei Wenbai called her, interrupting her thoughts. He placed the black velvet gift box beside her; it contained jewelry he had just purchased that day, a gemstone that hadn't yet been cut.
"How about making jewelry to wear for fun?" he asked, trying to appease his sick sister.
But Wu Xian opened it, put it back, and pushed it away, making up a random excuse. She said, "I hate red."
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Puppy Diary
What I hate is Pei Wenbo, not Hong Se. He's getting more and more long-winded and can't understand what others are saying. How awful!
Pei Wenbo, bad.
Wu Xian, good.
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