"Go back and talk." Full of questions in her heart, Jian Anran walked towards the door without looking back.
In the early morning in the city center, the streets were empty.
The orange-yellow lights on the roadside gathered under the fog, impenetrable and hazy, emitting a Tyndall effect. It was no less busy than the busy traffic during the day, and the entire city center looked unusually quiet.
The white sports car was parked at the entrance of the gallery. Wen Siheng walked to the car and opened the passenger door, and Jian Anran sat in.
"Why didn't you buy yourself a drink?" Jian Anran asked, looking at the empty center console.
As she spoke, she handed out the milk tea in her hand, "Would you like to try it?"
The person opposite hesitated for a moment, then came forward and took a sip of the milk tea in Jian Anran's hand.
"How is it?" Looking at his complicated expression, Jian Anran asked.
"not bad."
"fraud."
"..." Wen Siheng's lips opened slightly, but no sound came out for a long time.
"I heard Xu Nianhe say the other day that you dislike desserts the least."
"What kind of cake, biscuits, and milk tea, you don't like any of them." Jian Anran said expressionlessly with her eyes looking forward.
"But you always have biscuits and snacks in your house, and you often bring me milk tea drinks, which are obviously things you don't like."
"I can understand that you think I like it, so you often buy it back, right?" Jian Anran asked.
The other party said "hmm" and tried to speak several times, but nothing came out.
"You are obviously such a thoughtful person. You know very well what has happened in the office in the past half month, right?"
"Um."
Her patience reached its limit, and Jian Anran even felt that she was a little aggressive.
Jian Anran, who was eager to get an answer, gradually slowed down her tone and tried hard to get the other party to confirm the answer in person.
"Thank you." He said after a long time.
"What else?" Jian Anran asked in disbelief.
"Is it because the Vice Chancellor is the one who brought you back to teach, so you indulge her niece like this?"
"Then why are you recruiting so many students in such a high-sounding manner? Why don't you just change the name to Xiangyi Studio?"
Not sure whether her emotions had reached a certain limit, or whether the air was a bit stuffy after staying in the car for a long time, Jian Anran rolled down the window, put her nose to the window and took a deep breath.
The air in the early morning was a little chilly.
"Ding dong——"
The phone screen lit up again, Jian Anran lowered her head and glanced, it was the small group in their studio.
[Xiangyi: Oops, I just fell asleep. Where have you finished decorating? 】
Apparently someone in the group had already posted photos of the exhibition after it was set up.
"I've been really... a little upset lately." Jian Anran said.
"Yeah, I still have a lot of shortcomings." Wen Siheng also rolled down the driver's window.
"Where to start?" He put his hand on the door.
"Actually, when Xiangyi first joined the group, it was not because of his relationship with the Prime Minister and Vice-President."
"Her grades were excellent, and her performance during the interview was also excellent."
"I don't want to bring too much personal emotion into work. Xiangyi appears in my team solely because of her personal abilities."
"You are the one with personal feelings."
"Huh?" Jane Anran came back to her senses, "What kind of personal feelings?"
As if remembering something, she tried to clear her thoughts and said: "I signed up for the office assistant last semester!"
"Of course I know," he turned his head, a sly glint flashed in his eyes, "you were originally in Professor Zhang's group."
Jian Anran asked cautiously: "Then I... No, you went to see a counselor?"
She asked again: "How did you tell him?!"
A master's degree supervisor who had just returned from China came to the counselor's door to ask for a young undergraduate to be an office assistant. It was difficult to find a reasonable explanation, and Jian Anran frowned.
"Say you are my wife."
Glancing sideways, Jian Anran's face suddenly turned red.
The person opposite suppressed his smile and lowered his head, "Of course you did very well in my class and I want you to come to my office."
"That's it?" She confirmed cautiously.
"That's it." In Wen Siheng's answer, she gradually understood the whole story.
Jian Anran's heart gradually calmed down, and she even forgot for a moment what she was angry about in the first place.
"Wait!" She came back to her senses in time, "That's obviously not what I was talking about just now."
"I probably know what happened recently, although I know that you are very hard and aggrieved."
"But how I'm going to step in and solve it, I have no idea."
His voice became hoarse, "I'm sorry, I couldn't take care of you."
"Xiangyi knows that our relationship is unusual. If I protect you, it's hard for me to imagine what she would do."
All along, Jian Anran was reluctant to let anyone else know about their unusual relationship.
But whether she wanted to or not was one thing. Over time, Jian Anran gradually realized that the other party didn't want people to know this either.
His cautiousness seemed to have touched the little sensitivity in Jian Anran's heart, and she began to have crazy thoughts, imagining whether she was being too sentimental.
"Do you think I'm embarrassed?" Jian Anran asked a little unsurely.
The other party stretched out his hand, gently pushed the hair away from her face, followed it down the back of her head, and finally stopped at the base of her neck.
"This is impossible."
"But what you need to know is that once our relationship becomes public, you will only be the one who gets hurt in the end."
Looking at his hot eyes, Jian Anran evoked a wave of memories from the beginning.
Once immersed in this unusual love affair, Jian Anran kept thinking about how to share this joy.
They hide when they eat, hide when they go to school together, and even dare not write their real address when filling in their home address.
Jian Anran even felt for a time that she was like a mistress who couldn't see the light of day.
A university is like a small society, and there is no absolute fairness in this society.
If other people know this news, another, or even ten, or hundreds of people like this will inevitably pop up.
They would only give her a stumbling block overtly or covertly. After all, they were professors and mentors.
This kind of thing is just a small talk about him. When bigger things come to the surface, people will quickly forget these small things.
But for herself, this was fatal.
No matter what the reason for being with her mentor in the first place, others will only say that she will do whatever it takes to get the upper hand. This is the reality, no one will care about her situation or give her a fair evaluation.
"Then let's get divorced." Jian Anran's tone was very calm.
