"If something like this happens again in the future, I will definitely intervene more actively."
"I'm really sorry." Wen Siheng apologized again.
"Let's get a divorce." Jane Anran repeated.
"..." There was a moment of silence, and the other person rested on the hand on the side of her face, his fingers trembling slightly.
The light in his dark eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he was trying hard to avoid Jian Anran's burning gaze.
"I don't agree." The other party rejected her proposal.
"What?" Jian Anran's emotions were a bit complicated, and even she couldn't figure out her true thoughts.
She once thought that putting the idea of breaking up on the table would make her feel better, but when she finally put the decision into practice, she was met with bouts of panic.
"Do you still need me to stop your parents?" Jian Anran said somewhat self-deprecatingly.
"That's not it." Wen Siheng immediately denied, "I thought it was at first."
"But no."
"I have kissed you countless times before you." He explained.
"Huh?" Suddenly, something seemed to hit her, and memories like waves flooded into her heart.
"The arguments used to resist my parents are just excuses. When I saw you at that time, I felt that it would be okay if it were you."
Wen Siheng has never thought much about marriage. Wen Siheng grew up under the influence of his parents' love.
He didn't reject marriage, but he didn't say it was necessary.
However, his parents didn't think so. As soon as he became an adult, he already owned a so-called marital home.
When he met Xu Nianhe in the UK, he was out of pure helplessness and thought that he would just use her to block his parents' repeated attacks.
But after returning to China, Wen Siheng gradually became numb to so-called feelings.
He doesn't understand whether marriage exists for the sake of existence or whether it should be established for a solid emotional relationship.
All kinds of girls passed by, and many of them were perfect "marriageable partners" in the eyes of others.
From a teacher to a civil servant, from a husband and godfather expected by parents to a perfect career in the eyes of others.
Jian Anran stands out among these people, and is even considered a bit different.
Wen Siheng was not sure whether she and he were the same person, but he was eager to know more.
But at the moment, the other party didn't seem to be interested in him at all. Until he met her again, Wen Siheng wanted to seize any small opportunity.
If it were her, getting married wouldn't be impossible.
"I regretted it." Jian Anran said, sitting up and reaching out to pull down the seat belt.
"What?" Wen Siheng asked.
"No more divorce," she said, "go home."
Hearing this, Wen Siheng was silent for a while, then chuckled and said, "Okay, let's go home."
The next day, the old professor's retirement exhibition started at nine in the morning. Because he has considerable reputation in the field of Chinese painting, there was an endless stream of media and industry insiders visiting that day.
As a curator, Wen Siheng's studio was naturally invited to participate in the exhibition.
She didn't get home until early in the morning. Jane Anran had to get up early the next day, so she applied a thick layer of concealer under her eyes to cover the dark circles under her eyes.
When we arrived at the entrance of the gallery, the spacious street was crowded with people, and various vehicles were parked on the roadside. From time to time, blaring horns could be heard.
Wen Siheng had already anticipated today's grand event. Wen Siheng specially reserved a commercial vehicle for everyone to gather at school before setting off together.
As soon as I got off the car, I saw a long queue at the door. Although the exhibition had not officially started, the door was already crowded with Chinese painting collectors, art lovers and many media. They gathered at the door waiting to enter.
Just when they were worried about where to enter, they heard a familiar voice not far away: "Teacher Wen, please come this way!"
When I looked up, I saw that it was a staff member of the gallery. He had been responsible for arranging the previous work.
Bypassing the flashbulbs of the media, the staff led them through the side alley and entered the gallery through the logistics entrance.
As soon as she walked into the exhibition hall, she met Teacher Bian. She was very different from her arrogant attitude yesterday. When she saw Wen Siheng, she hurriedly came up to him.
"Teacher Wen, long time no see."
Wen Siheng nodded in response and stepped forward to say a few words.
"I just said that Vice-President Xiang has a sharp eye and knows pearls," Teacher Bian pulled the Vice-President Xiang aside.
"He introduced us to such an outstanding young designer. Several of my friends in the industry just came to see him and they were full of praise."
"Just now, no fewer than five people have come to me to ask for the designer's business card..." Teacher Bian complimented again.
Wen Siheng didn't speak much. He just smiled and listened. Then he found an opening and interjected: "Sorry, excuse me."
Leaving behind Teacher Bian and Vice President Xiang who were stunned, he walked straight to Jian Anran and the others who were standing awkwardly.
"You haven't seen the exhibition hall yet, let's let classmate Jane show you around."
A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and Mi Yingying beside him almost buried her head on the ground.
Her mobile phone was turned off all night yesterday and she did not receive a call from Jian Anran.
"This is what we designed. Why bother bothering the school girls? Let's do it ourselves." Xiangyi started the conversation.
"Oh? Really?" The last word rose, Wen Siheng's words were a bit deliberately sinister, and Xiangyi's face looked a little ugly.
This exhibition displays many exquisite Chinese painting works of the old professor, as well as his many years of exploration and experience in the art field.
The way and process of setting up the exhibition is very clever, which brings a strong visual experience to the visitors.
Many people in the industry have said that these works not only reflect the exquisite skills of the old professor, but also the layout of the exhibition hall itself further highlights the designers' intentions.
During the exhibition, people from various fields and industries continued to come to visit and communicate, and their feelings about the studio were also very positive.
Everyone expressed that they would recommend it to their friends and colleagues. After Wen Siheng walked around, two-thirds of the business card box in his hand was empty.
The success of this exhibition made Wen Siheng Studio famous in Luojiang City.
After the event, on the way back, Xiangyi asked specifically: "Did the teacher create a Weibo account before?"
Without Xiangyi mentioning it, Jian Anran had forgotten about it a long time ago. Only then did she remember the Weibo created by Wen Siheng specifically to clarify.
"Now that the studio has its first work, why not take advantage of the popularity and post photos of the work and the design process, which can be regarded as catching the spotlight on social media..." Xiangyi said to himself.
"I do have a Weibo account." Wen Siheng suddenly interrupted Xiangyi.
Xiangyi got stuck for a moment, then continued nonchalantly: "I have been paying attention to self-media operations before, and I am also very proficient in the use of PR, let alone PS..."
"That's right." Wen Siheng, the co-pilot, said, turning his head to look at Jian Anran, who was sitting in the back seat.
"Are students Jian interested in the operation of self-media?"
