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

Ye Qingrou looked at it in confusion and was stunned.

"Senior Sister." The man walked into the door quickly with a smile on his face.

Zhou Wenxuan, a painter who is now well-known in the art world, looks elegant and refined.

Ye Qingrou was surprised: "Junior brother, why are you here?"

"Mr. Zhou called home, and I told him about you..." Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "Look how concerned he is about you. He rushed over from Country K immediately."

Ye Qingrou felt bad: "You are very busy, right? There is no need to bother with such a small matter."

"You're sick, it's a big deal." Zhou Wenxuan's eyes were full of concern: "Are you feeling better?"

Ye Qingrou smiled politely: "Thank you, I just have a cough, I'm fine now."

Zhou Wenxuan wanted to ask something, but then he received a phone call and went out to answer it.

"How about it! These new pants are nice, aren't they?"

"This face... well, to be honest, it can't compare to a jerk's, but finding someone who can compare to a jerk is really hard to find, isn't it? And this net worth... it's really a bit far behind..."

Aunt Zhang never had a good word to say about Pei Muchuan, but given the objective conditions, she reluctantly admitted, emphasizing, "But! Mr. Zhou is also quite impressive, isn't he? A famous painter, rich, handsome, and talented! And he even paints in common with you!"

"Qingrou, it's time for you to change into his flowery shorts!"

Ye Qingrou was amused by her cheerful expression and laughed out loud, "Please, don't mess around with the couple."

When she was studying abroad in Country F, Zhou Wenxuan was one grade younger than her. They were both Chinese, so they were quite close. However, she dropped out of school in the second semester of her sophomore year to marry Pei Muchuan, and they lost contact from then on.

It was only in recent years that we occasionally added each other on WeChat, and we only exchanged a few words of greeting during the holidays.

"Don't say such cruel words. Try changing another man. I really want to see how angry this scumbag man is!" Aunt Zhang rubbed her hands excitedly.

After Zhou Wenxuan returned, Aunt Zhang left immediately.

"Senior sister, look." Zhou Wenxuan handed her a picture album.

Ye Qingrou took it with surprise. It was a collection of works by the great painter Madeleine, including many unpublished manuscripts and her autograph, which was hard to buy even with money.

Madeline is also the painter Ye Qingrou admires most and the role model she most wants to become.

"I'm holding an art exhibition in Country K and invited Madeleine. Knowing she's your idol, I shamelessly asked for one." Zhou Wenxuan joked, "There are only three copies in the world. Shouldn't Senior Sister treat me to a meal?"

"I should treat you to a meal, but this gift is too expensive."

"Senior Sister, please keep it."

Zhou Wenxuan said with regret: "In fact, if you hadn't dropped out of school, you would have become a painter like her now."

Ye Qingrou froze, lowered her head, and murmured with a faint smile: "I took the wrong road."

"That's not what I meant..." Zhou Wenxuan said hurriedly, "I have good news for you. Madeleine has been invited to give a lecture at the college this Friday. I'll arrange a meeting for you then..."

Ever since she learned that she would be able to meet Madeline, Ye Qingrou has been in a state of excitement and anticipation.

On Friday, she arrived at the classroom half an hour early and sat in the front row.

When Madeleine appeared, the audience burst into applause.

The nearly 70-year-old female artist stood on the podium, wearing a blue dress, her graying hair elegantly tied up, exuding a gentle beauty that has been baptized by time...

Ye Qingrou looked at her with starry eyes throughout the whole class, and she experienced the joy of being a star chaser as a young person.

After class, Madeline's assistant actually contacted her and took her to Madeline's apartment.

Madeline was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, elegant and calm as water. Seeing her, she stood up and greeted her with a smile: "Qingrou, hello."

Her mind froze for two seconds, and Ye Qingrou took a deep breath before smiling politely, "Hello."

Madeline was surprisingly gentle and not at all arrogant, and she took the initiative to chat with her for a long time.

Ye Qingrou was pleasantly surprised to discover that her and her idol's perspectives on art were very similar, and they also discussed their current state of mind: "Actually, I don't have enough confidence to return to the path of an artist back then."

After all, she had missed out on more than 20 years, and this time she went abroad to make up for her regret. She no longer expected to become a great painter like Madeleine in this life.

A gentle smile appeared in Madeline's wrinkled eyes, and she held her hand firmly: "Believe me, you can do it."

"It's never too late. I plan to paint until I'm 90. I still have 20 years of creative life left, let alone you. I look forward to the day when you shine."

Ye Qingrou was stunned and her eyes turned red with excitement.

It is very inspiring to hear such encouragement from the role model that you admire most.

Yes. As long as you have the will, it's never too late. She still has endless possibilities.

I spent the whole afternoon chatting with Madeline, and I felt so happy that I was floating in the air, like I was dreaming.

The biggest surprise was that Madeline actually sat down in front of the drawing board and drew a picture just for her on the spot!

On the pure white paper, a butterfly, freed from its chrysalis and flapping its beautiful wings, perched on a leaf stained with morning dew, vivid and lifelike...

The master sketched out the image of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon with just a few strokes.

This painting conveys hope and confidence, which is exactly the courage that Ye Qingrou needs most to start over and break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly.

"Thank you!" Ye Qingrou felt extremely lucky to have her idol draw a picture for her.

Madeline smiled gently: "You don't have to thank me, you should thank someone else."

After leaving the apartment, Ye Qingrou immediately contacted Zhou Wenxuan and invited him to a big meal.

"Junior brother, I don't know how to thank you..."

In the restaurant, Ye Qingrou showed him the painting of Madeline, "My idol painted it for me personally."

Zhou Wenxuan was stunned: "You went to see Madeline?"

He did ask Madeline to meet Ye Qingrou, but Madeline's assistant clearly told him that Madeline had a schedule to leave Country F.

Moreover, even if Madeline agreed to meet, it would be impossible for her to paint a picture for Ye Qingrou on the spot...

Zhou Wenxuan didn't even dare to speak to a master and senior like Madeline, let alone have the face to do it.

Could it be that someone else has arranged something...

"Junior brother, don't you know about this?" Ye Qingrou asked in confusion.

Zhou Wenxuan was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Seeing you so happy, I feel relieved. It's all worth it."

It sounded like he indirectly admitted that he had done it.

"Bah! Shameless!"

At the next table, Butler Li, who was hunched over and secretly listening to their conversation, cursed under his breath.

Who is it?

It was clearly their President Pei who spent a lot of money and connections these past two months to invite Master Masomelin to teach at the academy...

He also personally arranged a meeting between the master and his wife, just to give his wife encouragement and guidance.

Butler Li went back to complain to Pei Muchuan. Pei Muchuan's handsome and sharp face remained calm: "Does she really look happy?"

"Very happy! I've never seen Madam smile so brightly."

Pei Muchuan pursed his lips: "That's enough."

"I just need her to grow her wings again and fly higher and farther."

Even if he was left alone on the ground, rotting in the soil, looking up at her humbly, he would be willing.

This time it was his turn to look up at her.

Ye Qingrou framed Madeline's painting "Butterfly Emerging from the Cocoon" and placed it beside her bed. Every morning when she saw it, she would feel full of hope and courage.

The days are fulfilling and happy.

The biggest happy event is that Yinyin gave birth to a baby safely.

A few days before New Year's Eve, the Pei family welcomed a baby boy, and the family decorated the house with lanterns and colorful decorations, filled with joy.

Ye Qingrou returned home specially to look after Pei Muchuan for half a month, but she never met him during that time. She only vaguely heard Aunt Zhang mention him.

Pei Muchuan would only show up to visit his eldest grandson when she was not at home.

After the New Year, Ye Qingrou continued to study in Country F.

In the past few months, Zhou Wenxuan has contacted her more and more frequently. After all, he was the one who helped her meet her idol, and Ye Qingrou would invite him to dinner from time to time.

They were having a good meal that day when Zhou Wenxuan suddenly brought out a big bouquet of red roses and knelt on one knee in front of her.

"Senior sister, marry me."

"boom!"

In the corner, the sound of a plate breaking was heard, and Ye Qingrou subconsciously turned her head to look.

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