Chapter 20.4

Jiang Qianchen furrowed his brows. Originally, this charity event was supposed to be handled by the company’s dedicated staff, but he had suddenly come today for a particular item. However, he had been restless since entering the venue.

He paid no attention to the woman who had inexplicably rushed over, casually rolling up the wet cuff of his shirt. He unceremoniously told the organizer who had hurried over to apologize, “Find out who brought it in. I will reconsider our cooperation.”

“I’m sorry, President Jiang, we will handle it immediately.” The staff immediately responded, arranging a room for him to change clothes. He was not someone to be trifled with. If the higher-ups found out that this collaboration had been interrupted in such a manner, his career would likely be over.

Lu Zhenzhen, who no one paid attention to, felt utterly embarrassed. She wanted to rush to Jiang Qianchen and tell him that it was not intentional, that she would clean his shirt, but she was stopped by others and could only watch as Jiang Qianchen walked away. The surrounding staff whispered to each other, and Lu Zhenzhen felt that everyone was mocking her, with ill intentions. However, reason told her that causing a scene here was not a good choice.

Unable to do anything, Lu Zhenzhen held her breath and finally waited for Xu Wenhan to receive the message and come to escort her. When she saw a familiar face, she immediately got up and ran over, saying with a sense of grievance:

“Wenhan, they won’t let me leave.”

Lu Zhenzhen had thought that he would gently comfort her, but she found that Xu Wenhan’s face showed no trace of his former tenderness.

“Tsk tsk, you’re really useless,” Xu Wenhan muttered. “Someone like you, being the female lead.”

“Wen… Wenhan, what are you saying?” Lu Zhenzhen couldn’t help but take a few steps back, instinctively sensing danger and unease.

She looked around for help, ready to call for assistance at the slightest sign of trouble.

“It’s nothing.”

Xu Wenhan regained his previous smile, but Lu Zhenzhen felt a chill in his eyes. “Then let me add some fuel to the fire.”

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After finalizing the custom-made gifts, Yu Zhi and Lin Ruixuan continued their shopping spree in the mall. They both felt a bit tired and decided to end this rare best friends’ shopping activity by soaking in a hot tub at a beauty salon.

“Ah~ so comfortable.”

Lin Ruixuan lay by the edge of the pool, letting out a sigh, then whistled at Yu Zhi, who had changed into a towel-wrapped outfit. “Oh my, sister, your figure is amazing.”

“It’s usually quite decent, but I didn’t expect your waist to be so slim. I finally understand why the king no longer attends morning court.”

The beauty is right by my side, who can resist that.

“By the way, how are things going with your significant other?” Lin Ruixuan raised her eyebrows suggestively. “Any good news recently?”

The hot tub was filled with swirling mist, and the boiling steam spread over the calm water, relieving all fatigue.

Yu Zhi casually tied up her hair in a bun and played with the water in the tub. “It’s still the same.”

For some reason, it seemed like opening that bottle of active oil had triggered an uncontrollable switch. Jiang Qianchen seemed to have changed completely. It used to be considered lucky to see him once every ten days, but now he was running home every day.

What was even more terrifying was that the usual routine of practicing together on odd-numbered days was disrupted. Sometimes the scumbag would come home late, and she would be half-asleep and half-awake, waking up to a mess and feeling like hitting someone.

She had planned to get up early to check on the new batch of trainees under her name, but now, by the time she woke up at noon, everyone else had already showcased their talents.

Especially the scumbag seemed to be increasingly leaning towards his dog-like tendencies. Yu Zhi glanced at her collarbone. Fortunately, Jiang Qianchen seemed busier recently, so the traces were fading. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dare to come out and soak in the tub with Lin Ruixuan.

“Sigh, so annoying.” She really wanted to get a divorce soon.

Yu Zhi rested her chin on her hand and sighed for the umpteenth time.

At this rate, before she could even have a showdown with the female lead, she would be the first one to be messed with.

Lin Ruixuan immediately emitted the fragrance of a single dog: “It’s so dry that even the drought would die, and so wet that even the flood would drown.”

“But look, Zhi Zhi, your significant other is trending now.” Lin Ruixuan suddenly patted her shoulder and quickly opened the push notification on her phone’s lock screen. [Historical record-breaking transaction! Mysterious tycoon buys modernist artwork for 130 million, reportedly all proceeds will be used for charity…]

Yu Zhi leaned over and watched together with Lin Ruixuan as they read the interpretation from the marketing account:

[What’s the deal with the record-breaking auction of modernist artwork? Charity auctions are familiar to everyone, but what about the auction of modernist artwork? Let’s have the editor explain it to everyone.

The auction of modernist artwork is actually the auction of modernist artworks in a charity auction. You may be surprised how it could fetch 130 million, but that’s the reality, and the editor is also very surprised.

That’s all the content about this matter. What are your thoughts, everyone? Feel free to discuss in the comments!]

Yu Zhi: “…” Feeling insulted by the intelligence level.

However, the magical netizens quickly dug up the specific appearance of the artwork and the buyer’s information.

The comment section was soon filled with sarcastic remarks from the silly netizens:

[Learned, learned! Now I’ll pack up and sit at the entrance of the art school all night to study [handshake].]

[130 million, oh my goodness! I can paint this style of artwork too. Can the tycoon just transfer the money directly to me?]

[Today is another lemon day, wuwuwu quq. But I’ve searched the entire internet and only found pictures of the tycoon’s back. Please, I beg for a front-facing photo.]

[Please, I beg for a front-facing photo +1.]