Zhong Yuhuan didnât have a lot of drawings and Yang Sen put them all up at the art show. However, he didnât put her name on the label, but the alias she always put on her drawings â Yufu (Fish and Bird). Back in junior highschool. Li Jinyuan and Huo Chengming entered into a science competition. Their team name was âJumping Fish and Flying Bird.â Zhong Yuhuan was too lazy to come up with an creative alias, so she took two words from that name, combined them, and came up with her alias.
The art show had started.
Assistant Zhao waited outside as Zhong Yuhuan walked inside the venue with Yang Sen. Inside the venue, there were plenty of artists from overseas, some of them older in age, and there were a few up and rising young artists as well.
Looking around the room, one would see the artists with crazy facial hair, ostentatious and bold clothing, long hair, or those with some sort of a tattoo on their wristsâ¦
Looking back at Zhong Yuhuan. She had on a little white dress and a brown LV purse. Her hair was down to her shoulder, and she looked seemingly very docile.
Even Yang Sen couldnât help but turn to look at her and said, âYou really donât look like an artist.â
âThen what do I look like?â
âHonestly. You look more like a ballet dancer. But not really. Ballet dancers are usually cold and stuck up. Thatâs you not,â said Yang Sen with a smile. âYou look like a lot of things, or none at all.â
Zhong Yuhuan couldnât help but laugh. âAh well. Not much I can do about it. I have a wide range of interests.â
âThe important part is that you are good at them. Tsk. You just make others envious,â said Yang Sen next to her.
Zhong Yuhuan couldnât help but ask, âHowâs racing working out for you?â
âNow I know you donât really care about me. I have won a few trophies already. I was on TV, even. And you didnât even know about it!â
âDid your folks beat you?â
âNah, they didnât. But I feel bad for my sister. She had just graduated from college and was immediately forced into the company.â Yang Sen pursed his lips and said, âNo, Zhong Yuhuan. Why is your focus always whether I was beaten up? Donât you have something to say about my trophies?â
Zhong Yuhuan couldnât help but lament that all the little Second Generation Rich had all grown up. She also didnât think that what she had casually said that one time had such great influence on them. Now all them either went in the direction of pursuing their dreams or went into financial management in earnest and were at the point to enter their family businesses and giving it a try⦠almost none of them turned into a playboy who just wanted to cruise through life!
She still didnât, however, sang his praises. She merely said, âInvite me next to time to see it with my own eyes. Iâll praise you then.â
âDo you even have the time?â asked Yang Sen as he looked her up and down dubiously.
âI didnât before. I do now.â
In the past, she had to spend every waking moment that she had to try to complete her schoolwork at the shortest amount of time possible. That way sheâd be able to return to China the moment something happened with Zhong Chi.
Now that the dust had settled, she no longer needed to live her life that way.
All she needed to do was to wait till the story arc in the book was over, then sheâd really be able to enjoy her life happily.
âAlright, that works⦠you really donât plan on giving the entertainment circle a try?â
Zhong Yuhuan shook her head and said, âFor fun, maybe. For real, nah.â
She had no desire to run into the female lead.
Yang Sen nodded. âOkay. Let me find out more from my sister. Iâll keep you posted.â
Zhong Yuhuan gave him a gesture that they should stop chatting. The two of them remained silent and quietly walked around the art gallery.
When it was over, Zhong Yuhuan even bought a couple pieces of artwork and had Assistant Zhao bring them into the car.
Zhong Yuhuan and Yang Sen parted ways after they had a meal together.