When they met again, the boss' eyes turned red, kissed her and said sweet words to her

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Aunt Zhang rubbed her hands and looked at Pei Muchuan, who was frozen in place, with a smile. It felt like she was looking at a proud and domineering rooster that bullied whoever it caught, but suddenly found itself defeated, caught in the rain, and had all its colorful feathers plucked out.

Really! Who could have imagined this! She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

I never thought I could wait!

Pei Muchuan looked at her with a gloomy face.

Aunt Zhang quickly shrank her neck and retreated to the corridor, clinging to the doorframe and saying, "You deserve it! The child starved to death, and you knew how to feed him! You've broken my heart, and now you regret it?"

"Qingrou was such a good girl, but she married you. Do you know how she got through these years?"

"When you were obsessed with that fish or shrimp, how could you not have imagined that you would end up like this?"

He easily stepped on the edge of Pei Muchuan's rage and danced for a while.

Aunt Zhang turned around happily and ran away, her feet slipping away in a flash.

On the stairs, Ye Qingrou walked in front, and Ye Zheng followed her closely with the suitcase.

Suddenly, a man's low, cold voice sounded from above his head.

"Ye Qingrou, when did you draw this picture?"

Ye Qingrou acted as if she heard nothing and continued to go downstairs.

"Tell me, and I'll let you go today."

Ye Qingrou paused and turned around, holding the handrail of the stairs.

Pei Muchuan was standing in the corridor on the second floor, holding a painting in one hand. When his eyes met hers, his straight shoulders drooped, and his gloomy face revealed a hint of... hesitation and helplessness.

Ye Qingrou turned her eyes away and looked at the painting in his hand.

In an instant, the cold expression changed.

That painting...

The man stood at the edge of the square, leaning against the railing while talking on the phone, the orange sunset behind him...

However, the sunset was burnt, leaving a charred mark.

A sad smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and when she looked at him again, her eyes were indifferent: "Pei Muchuan, if possible, I would rather never have painted this picture in my life."

Then he turned around and walked away quickly.

***

Ye Zheng drove the car himself.

Ye Qingrou and Aunt Zhang sat in the back seat.

Aunt Zhang frowned and looked at Ye Qingrou's face with heartache, then took out a tissue and handed it to her.

"I didn't cry." Ye Qingrou said softly.

"But your eyes are red..."

Ye Qingrou was stunned and closed her eyes tightly.

The car drove smoothly, and the warm aroma of citrus wafted through the air.

Her consciousness was hazy and she felt like she hadn't eaten orange-flavored candy for a long time.

That year, Ye Qingrou was 19 years old and was studying at the prestigious art academy in Country F.

That afternoon, she went alone to the square around the college to collect materials.

The sky was clear and blue, yet not at all scorching. A gentle breeze blew, and the air was filled with the fragrance of white magnolias.

Ye Qingrou sat alone in the corner with her drawing board, biting an orange-flavored candy in her mouth, observing the various people in the square, and occasionally drawing a few strokes on the drawing board.

The fresh and elegant oriental beauty, with a smile on her lips, is as bright and dazzling as a red camellia blooming after a sudden rain.

From time to time someone would approach her, but she would smile and refuse them.

Until I met a scoundrel foreigner.

The man had messy golden hair and messy clothes. He came up to her and grabbed her arm, wanting to take her to the bar for a drink.

Ye Qingrou shook off his hand, decisively packed up her drawing board and left.

Unexpectedly, the man grabbed her hair from behind, ripped off her coat, and whistled obscenely, attracting passers-by to watch.

Ye Qingrou was young at that time and it was her first time to encounter such a thing. Her face flushed with shame and anger, and she was shaking with fear. As she was tremblingly reaching for her cell phone to call the police, a low and sharp voice rang out.

"Let her go."

Very beautiful and standard F accent.

Ye Qingrou turned around, but was stunned.

The man did not have a foreign face, but was very tall. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, and was clean and straight from head to toe.

A pair of black sunglasses rests on his high nose bridge, his lips are beautifully thin and tightly pursed, and his jawline is as perfect as if outlined with a brush.

He casually put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head, and asked the foreigner, "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me tell you to let her go?"

He is extremely arrogant and domineering, and exudes an indomitable aura.

The foreigner was shorter than him. He looked up at him with a mocking look on his face and cursed him with insulting words like "Sick man of East Asia" and so on.

Ye Qingrou's scalp was pulled so hard that it hurt. She saw the man standing there calmly, and he didn't seem angry either.

But he said, "Bite his hand, bite hard."

It's not F language, it's specifically directed at her.

Ye Qingrou was startled, turned her head to look at the hairy back of the foreigner's hand, closed her eyes obediently, and bit it with disgust.

While wanting to retch, he obediently used all his strength to suck.

The foreigner howled miserably and subconsciously let go of her hair, but then raised his arm and slapped her in the face viciously!

When Ye Qingrou was terrified, she saw a large, slender hand grabbing her arm.

The man kicked the foreigner in the stomach and kicked him several meters away!

Then he strode forward again, and when the foreigner tried to stand up, he stepped on his back and crushed him under his feet.

The gloomy voice was cruel and tough: "Listen to me! The Qing Dynasty is dead. Open your eyes and look at the world. The future is no longer your era, idiot!"

Then he stood up and kicked the foreigner hard again, kicking him directly down the stone stairs next to him.

Ye Qingrou was stunned. She covered her mouth and stared blankly at the foreigner who rolled several times on the steps and fell heavily at the bottom of the ladder.

The man, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He put his hands in his pockets and angrily cursed, "Fuck your mother!"

Ye Qingrou mustered up the courage to walk up to him, "Thank you...thank you. He seems to be seriously injured. If you ask you for medical expenses, I will pay for it..."

"Little boy, it's getting dark. Go home to your mother."

The man's cold voice interrupted her.

Ye Qingrou was extremely nervous, her mind was in a mess and she didn't know what she was saying: "I'm an adult, my home is not here, my mother is gone..."

"Then go home to your stepmother, little Snow White."

Ye Qingrou was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the white dress she was wearing. "I don't have a stepmother, and my father never remarried."

The man sighed as if in annoyance.

Ye Qingrou raised her head nervously, and happened to see him use his slender and beautiful finger bones to lift his sunglasses to the top of his head, and then lower his head to look at her with a gloomy face.

The man's entire face was exposed.

Especially those eyes, cold as a frozen pond, yet deep, beautiful and stunning.

In the evening, the sky was full of colorful clouds behind him.

His face in the rosy glow was as stunning as a work of art, with a heroic aura that her brush could never capture.

In an instant, she clearly felt her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Her breathing stopped, and her chubby, fair little face turned red as if blood was dripping as she watched his lips open and close.

"What?" She was stunned and didn't hear clearly.

The man was much taller than her, with sharp features. He glanced at her with an oppressive look, had no patience to talk to her anymore, and turned around to make a phone call.

With her heart beating wildly, Ye Qingrou tried hard to recall what he had just said, and finally deciphered it. What he said was: Then go find your seven dwarfs.

Ye Qingrou chuckled, they were clearly the seven dwarfs.

But she didn't have any dwarfs. She came to a foreign country alone to study.

The tall man leaned against the railing while talking on the phone. Behind him were the orange and red clouds, and beside him were several brilliant white magnolia trees...

Ye Qingrou watched him cautiously from the side.

After he hung up the phone, she mustered up the courage to go up and talk to him, but he walked away in a hurry.

You can’t meet anyone too amazing when you are young.

Once you see someone, you'll be wrong for life.

After that day, Ye Qingrou became obsessed, reproducing the man's appearance over and over in her mind, trying to restore it on the drawing paper.

He drew countless drafts and finally finished one, but he still felt that it was not even one-tenth as good as his real self.

She returned to the square again and again, but never met him again.

She has spent the past six months feeling lost and regretful.

Unexpectedly, I met him again at a banquet after returning home...