Just then, Song Ziqing stepped into the room and witnessed everything that was happening.
She chuckled softly, "Honey, we made a pact to treat the children equally. You just kissed our precious daughter, so it's time to give our adorable son a kiss too. That's true fairness!"
Lin Chengyu always listened to the opinions of others that he was willing to accept, but he always treated Song Ziqing's words as sacred edicts.
Without saying a word, he picked up his son and kissed his tender little face repeatedly, making the little guy laugh heartily.
Looking at this warm and happy family scene, Jones was filled with emotion.
This happy and beautiful scene of life was deeply imprinted in his eyes, making this bachelor who had always lived alone start to have the idea of finding a partner and starting his own family.
"Song, I also want to find a partner! But at my age, it seems a bit difficult to find someone with whom I can connect on a soul level."
Jones is already forty years old. In the context of an artistic career, this age is still considered young, but in the realm of men and women, this age is considered old.
He's too picky and not good enough for anyone, making it difficult to find a partner. He doesn't have much in common with younger women, and he worries that older women might have some kind of problem.
He had just started thinking about finding a partner when, that evening, he returned to Central and met a beautiful woman in her twenties outside the villa that Song Ziqing had lent him.
This woman had a worldly look about her, and her eyes were especially full of desire. Such a woman must have had a lot of experiences. Jones didn't like this kind of woman and thought she was no different from a prostitute.
Upon seeing Jones, the woman walked straight towards him and said in a coquettish voice, "Sir, do you live here alone? Do you need someone to keep you company?"
Jones frowned, walked past her, and prepared to go inside.
The woman persisted, blocking his path. "Don't be so cold, handsome. I can keep you company for a wonderful evening."
Jones was annoyed and snapped, "Get away! I have no interest in a woman like you!" With that, he shoved the woman aside and walked into the villa.
However, the woman did not leave. She stood outside the door, a sly glint in her eyes. She muttered to herself, "Hmph, pretending to be high and mighty. I don't believe you can resist my charm."
For the next few days, the woman would always appear near the villa in the evening, trying to get Jones's attention. But Jones would always chase her away rudely, thoroughly annoyed by her pestering.
On this day, Song Ziqing and Jones returned from Hong Kong University together, and on the way, they saw the woman standing in front of his villa again.
Jones then told her about his experiences over the past few days: "Song, look, that woman is guarding my yard again. I don't want to go back tonight. Can I stay at your place tonight?"
Following the direction his finger pointed, Song Ziqing saw a woman, someone he knew.
Bai Mei, how did this woman end up in front of Jones?
It seems she's got her eye on Jones.
Song Ziqing and Jones were very close friends, and they talked about everything and treated each other with sincerity.
So Song Ziqing told Jones everything about Bai Mei’s past and kindly advised, “Jones, if you are looking for a love that lasts forever, then I do not recommend that you get involved with her; but if you are only looking for a short-lived, passionate romance, then you can easily get rid of it by spending a little money.”
Upon hearing this, Jones was extremely surprised and exclaimed, "Oh? I never imagined that such a young and beautiful woman had already given birth to two children! But this only makes me more curious about her."
Otherwise, I won't go home with you tonight; I'll stay here and try to find some creative inspiration from her!
After all, Jones has always held an open and magnanimous attitude towards matters between men and women.
Especially in Western society, making friends with the opposite sex is a very common thing.
Moreover, for accomplished painters like them, women flocked to them like fish crossing a river.
In the past, Jones was keen on exploring all kinds of women, considering it one of the pleasures of life, and drawing a constant source of creative inspiration from them.
However, compared to women, he actually preferred delicious food and beautiful natural scenery.
Especially after recently arriving in Hong Kong and getting to know the Song family, spending time with them every day and being influenced by them, he no longer finds the idea of grotesque women interesting. Instead, his actions are more driven by the search for delicious food in the streets and alleys.
Now that a woman is offering herself up to him, he's just playing around with her; it doesn't really matter to him, after all, it's just his nature as a man.
Jones walked towards Bai Mei, a cynical smile playing on his lips. He decided to play along with this woman. "Why are you still bothering me?" he asked.
Bai Mei smiled charmingly, moved closer to Jones, and gently stroked his arm. "Because I'm interested in you, handsome."
Jones raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then what do you want from me?"
Bai Mei's eyes gleamed with desire. "I want you. I only want to spend the night with you."
Jones chuckled inwardly. He knew this woman's purpose, but he decided not to expose her for the time being. "Alright, then you'll have to come with me to get something to eat first." He took Bai Mei's hand. "I heard there's a great restaurant nearby."
A hint of surprise flashed in Bai Mei's eyes, but she quickly regained her smile. "Of course, darling."
The two went to a restaurant and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner. During the meal, Jones deliberately brought up art and culture, trying to probe Bai Mei's depth of understanding. To his surprise, Bai Mei was able to engage with him and offered some interesting perspectives.
After dinner, Jones took Bai Mei back to the villa. In the living room, he played some soothing music, then gently embraced Bai Mei and began to dance...
The next day, when Jones and Song Ziqing met at school, they didn't mention Bai Mei at all, as if the woman hadn't appeared in front of them, and continued with their teaching issues.
Song Ziqing can no longer learn much at school; he can only learn more about the background and historical stories behind Western paintings.
Often, if you want to learn about the art of a place, you have to understand its history. If you know nothing about its history, your work will lack soul.
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