After hanging up the phone, Qianxi paced back and forth in the bedroom, not knowing what to do.
Paintings must be taken, but how?
I left my phone number with Chiba Mizuki, but I forgot to ask him for his phone number. It seems that I have to go to him in person today to get the painting back.
If this is the case, the problem arises again...
In which capacity should I go?
Qianxi? Or entiment? Or the silver-faced woman?
"Oh!!!!" This time, she has gained another identity, which is really distressing. If this continues, she may suffer from schizophrenia!
"Forget it, let's just go like this. It will save you the trouble of putting on makeup." After making up her mind, she tiptoed to the door of the balcony, poked her head out and looked around. Seeing no one around, she flew over and walked directly to the balcony.
Jumped to the first floor...
"It's broken!" It wasn't until she jumped that she remembered that she didn't bring any 'cosmetics', so how could she get home?
Do you want to walk home arrogantly?? Ugh...
He raised his head and glanced at the second floor. There were always maids coming and going here. If any servants passed by, they would be able to grab what they were doing. They definitely couldn't go back to get the cosmetics.
Forget it! Let’s think of a solution when we come back.
She checked her surroundings again and ran away from the Yin family in a hurry, but...
Qianxi didn't notice the window of another bedroom on the second floor...
"Where did that woman come from???" Yin Hao, who was standing on the window sill on the second floor, looked at Qianxi's retreating figure in surprise. He really couldn't figure out how a strange woman could come in and out of the house.
Looking at where she appears...
Emperor Yin Ying’s bedroom?!
Yin Hao frowned, quickly left his room, and walked towards the door of Emperor Yin Ying's room. "Dong-----dong-----dong" he banged on the door hard, but no one answered for a long time. He was heartbroken.
Jing: "That woman just now was..." In an instant, his eyes flashed, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth...
After a while, Qianxi had arrived at the painting studio where Chiba Mizuki was.
"Miss, who are you looking for?"
After the curator asked politely, Qianxi said hello with a smile: "Hello, I would like to find Mr. Chiba."
"Oh, you want to find my apprentice." The curator was confused and kept thinking, why would he find his own apprentice? Is it possible that this little apprentice is more famous than himself now? "Wait a moment.
Right." The curator's attitude was very bad. He was obviously jealous of his apprentice.
After a while, the curator took Qianye Ruishu downstairs. Qianxi almost didn't recognize him when she saw him...
Is he really the Chiba Mizuki from a few days ago?
Not only his cheeks are covered with stubble, but also his face is covered in oil paint. He is wearing a blue overalls and looks sloppy and casual.
Sigh... It is said that artists have personalities. This Chiba Mizuki has quite a personality too. I really can’t compliment him on what his daily life is like.
"Oh..." Chiba Ruishu had no idea who was coming to find him. He looked down and saw that it was the goddess in his heart. His tired expression suddenly brightened up: "Laurel Goddess!!!"
His startled look shocked the curator beside him. This was the first time he saw his apprentice so energetic.
After running downstairs, Chiba Ruishu stood in front of Qianxi anxiously and panting, and bowed deeply: "Hello, long time no see!!!"
"..." Is this person a bit... dull??? Looking at Chiba Mizuki's silly and cute look, she smiled awkwardly and nodded: "Long time no see, long time no see."
"Goddess, are you here specifically to find me???"
"..." Facing the name Chiba Mizuki called herself, she felt unnatural all over her body: "Don't call me... just call me... entiment."
When Chiba Mizuki heard this, his originally excited expression seemed to change: "Is your name really enticement?"
"Uh..." His serious look immediately stunned Qianxi. It looked like he was much more mature than before, and he didn't feel so stupid anymore. I really didn't know if he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.
"Um..." With an awkward smile, she thought for a long time and then said, "enticement, this name is my English name, you can call it this."
Oh, my gad…
Facing Emperor Yin Ying, I have to play the role of Silver-faced Girl and Qianxi, and I have to remind myself from time to time who I am. Facing the man in front of me, I have to remain anonymous and create a new character. In contrast, I still compare myself with Leng Liehan.
It's comfortable. At least I don't have to deliberately hide my identity, and I don't have to worry about my identity being revealed.
I pray that after taking the painting from this man's hand, I will not meet him again, otherwise I will definitely suffer from schizophrenia and die.
"I understand." Chiba Mizuki nodded and forced a smile: "Miss Enticement, what is the purpose of coming today?" His voice was extremely low at the moment, and his words and deeds also restored the poise that a man should have.
Compared with his generosity and his enthusiasm just now, his attitude towards Qianxi was much colder.
"Oh, that's it..." Qianxi hesitated for a long time, her eyes wandering from side to side and smiled, not knowing how to ask for the painting back...
"I know the purpose of Ms. Enticement's visit, please wait a moment." Chiba Mizuki interrupted her unfinished words, turned around and ran up to the second floor with a "kick-----kick--kick".
"He knows what I'm going to say??"
Before Qianxi woke up, Chiba Mizuki, who ran upstairs and held a picture scroll, returned to her: "The purpose of your coming today is to want this picture, right?"
"..." Sure enough, artists are different from ordinary people. They always do unexpected things. He saw everything at a glance before he even said what he wanted. This shows how careful his observation is. This may be the unique talent of the painter.
Are you talented??
She glanced at the contents of the scroll, and after confirming that it was her own portrait, she asked tentatively: "Can you give it to me?"
"Okay." Qianye Ruishu handed the painting to Qianxi happily without any difficulty.
Taking the scroll with a smile, she thanked her repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you. That..." Pointing behind her, she tilted her head to the side outside the door: "If it's okay, I'll leave first.
?”
Chiba Mizuki's serious expression suddenly showed a hint of coldness. He took two steps forward and lowered his head slightly...
From this angle, this man with a painted face is very handsome, and his brilliance is not blocked by his unattractive appearance. Perhaps, gold will shine wherever it is?
"Mr. Chiba, do you have anything else to say?" She was somewhat aware of Chiba Mizuki's demeanor. Although she was not very familiar with him, but seeing how he happily handed over the painting to her, she chose to go first.
Listen to what Mizuki Chiba wants to say.
Slowly raising his head, his cold expression was filled with sincerity: "enticement, I know that we have only met three times this time, and we are not even friends, but..."
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Uh..." Qianxi's heart shrank when she heard Qianye Ruishu say this, and she quickly stopped him: "My dear, I think..." She never believed in love at first sight, and she didn't want to talk about it at this time.
When it comes to love, she really doesn't know how to deal with a man's confession, and she doesn't want to face it: "I'd better go!"
"Wait a minute!" Chiba Mizuki grabbed her arm, and the true feelings on his face were dotted with a domineering look: "Maybe you Chinese women prefer to be reserved, but in Japan, men will say it loudly if they like a woman.
!”
Oh, my god, if I had known that I wouldn't have the time to listen to what he had to say, why would I just walk away without finishing it? Now that I have to face this kind of thing, how should I say no to him?
Just when Qianxi was at a loss, Chiba Mizuki suddenly changed the topic: "Maybe there are a lot of 'unspeakable secrets' in you, and you don't believe in love at first sight, but I really like you, and I will never lie to you.
, I won’t harm you, I hope you can try to trust me, even if you start as a friend!”
Looking at Chiba Mizuki's serious expression, she frowned slightly and glanced left and right: "What exactly do you want to say to me?"
"I..." Qianye Ruishu choked up helplessly, with a hint of impatience in his cold eyes: "That Leng Liehan is not a good person, you shouldn't trust him. Although we have just met, I will never be like him.
He puts on the same show..."
"That's enough!!!" Upon hearing this, Qianxi's expression darkened and she threw away his hand with a hint of annoyance: "Mr. Chiba, I think we have nothing to talk about. I hope we will never meet again in the future.
Come on!!!" After saying this, she left the gallery without looking back.
Chiba Mizuki frowned: "Miss enticement! Miss enticement!!!" Qianxi shouted anxiously as she left...
His feelings towards Qianxi are sincere, as pure as a piece of white paper. He really likes her and hopes to gain her trust.
However, she lied to him with a false name, how could he be happy? Thinking about the hypocritical Leng Liehan in his eyes last time, he had to choose an inopportune opportunity to advise her to stay away from Leng Liehan.
Unexpectedly...
Chiba Mizuki stopped moving forward, clenched his fists and sighed, "Alas!!!" and shook his hands vigorously.
"Ruishu..." The curator who had been standing aside to see everything slowly walked up to him and patted his shoulder: "You should understand that in our profession as painters, it takes a long time to complete an exquisite work.
patient."
"Now this lady is like the painting in your hand. She now trusts another painter more than you."
"If you anxiously tell her that the other painter's skills are not good, she will naturally hate you, what do you think?"
"Master, I understand!" Qianye Ruishu knew that he had just been too anxious to tell her everything, but Leng Liehan gave him the feeling that he had been taking advantage of the Laurel Goddess in his heart. He did not want her to be harmed, and wanted to protect her with all his heart.
She said, "But when the time comes to tell her everything, Leng Liehan has already hurt her, then I will definitely be very sad!"
"Ruishu, do you know?" The curator gently stroked the top of his head and sighed quietly: "Actually, I have also had contact with Earl Leng. In my heart, Earl Leng gave me a very, very special feeling.
Well, he is a gentleman, a man of rare talent and learning, even I have to admire him."
"Master, do you just want to tell me what you think of Leng Liehan?" Chiba Mizuki interrupted the curator and asked him with a serious face.
The curator smiled slightly and shook his head gently: "Haha, I haven't finished speaking yet..." With his hands behind his back, he turned and walked two steps: "If others say that Earl Leng is hypocritical, I will naturally not
I believe it, but Ruishu, you are different..."
Turning around slowly, the curator's expression was very serious: "Master knows who you are and also knows that you have a sharp vision. Since you said Earl Leng is hypocritical, there must be something wrong with him, but have you ever thought about it?"
“What are you thinking about??”
After hesitating for a moment, the curator quickly walked up to him and comforted him with a gloomy face: "Leng Liehan's status and reputation are recognized by everyone as a good person. You are the only one who says so about him."
No, who would believe it???"
"But everything I said is true!!!!"
No matter what Chiba Mizuki said, it was useless. He was too naive and did not understand this society.
Everyone always follows what others say. Coupled with Leng Liehan's power and status, it is too late for anyone to please him, so how can they care about the words of an unknown painter?
It’s like if a common person accuses the president of being unscrupulous, who will believe it? Even if someone believes it, who will pay attention???
"Ruishu, you are too naive..." The curator is right, he is really too naive. With a helpless sigh, he kindly advised: "Either you have higher rights than Leng Liehan, or
I still advise you... give up that girl, she is not suitable for you."
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, so what if I have higher rights than him? I have to rely on my current ability to expose his hypocrisy!!! Sooner or later enticement will believe me!"
The stubborn Chiba Mizuki doesn't want to use his true identity to expose everything about Leng Liehan. He still firmly believes that with his minimal power, he is waiting for the heart of his beloved woman.
Without listening to his master's advice, he turned around and ran quickly to the studio on the second floor, where he continued to pick up his brush and complete his work...
"Alas..." The curator sighed quietly and shook his head helplessly: "Young people will never know how dark this society is. Only after hitting the wall many times will they understand the value of money, power and status!!!"