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After a long moment, Zhou Minshi slowly crouched down, lifting his gaze slightly, his cold eyes now showing a hint of focus.
"Zheng Mengni, you can reach out to me anytime. I don’t see this as a burden."
He didn’t understand why he felt the need to explain himself. He didn’t comprehend why he cared about not being misunderstood by Zheng Mengni. It was simply that looking into her beautiful Peach Blossom Eyes could soothe even the worst of moods.
If he didn’t help her and she lost the opportunity for the art exhibition, she would probably cry heartbreakingly. Zhou Minshi had seen her in tears before, and it was indeed enough to elicit sympathy.
Zheng Mengni reached out, her snow-white thumb gently pressing against the bruise under Zhou Minshi's eye.
"Does it hurt?"
Zhou Minshi remained silent; he found the origin of the injury too disgraceful to mention. Zheng Mengni lowered her eyelashes and softly said, "On Duan Ya's day, you gave her a gift. I thought you were going to change your trading partner, which is why I’ve been at the Art Studio nonstop these past few days."
"Zhou Minshi, I’m scared. I’m afraid you won’t help me, and I’m afraid that if next month’s exhibition doesn’t go well, it will disappoint my father."
Zhou Minshi didn’t argue; he had indeed gone and he had indeed given the gift. The sense of crisis stemming from not being needed by Zheng Mengni compelled him to act this way; he had never considered himself a good person.
Though it was childish, he had to admit that it worked.
Zheng Mengni hadn’t replied to his messages for a week; just one mention of Duan Ya made her feel his sense of urgency too.
So what if it was despicable? So what if it was shameless? As long as she was willing...
"I will continue to help you with your paintings, so you don’t have to do these meaningless things anymore."
As he spoke, he cast a casual glance at the painting on the easel.
What was meaningless? The answer was obvious.
Zhou Minshi didn’t mean to look down on Zheng Mengni; he was simply stating the truth. After practicing for so many years and still being at this level, he believed there was no need for her to continue wasting time.
After all, he would help her.
Zheng Mengni felt uneasy for several days after her conversation with Zhou Minshi. A naturally gifted person, blessed by the heavens, could never understand the struggles of those without talent, nor could they comprehend the frustration of working hard yet remaining stagnant.
At that moment, she said nothing and smiled, changing the subject. Her tears of grievance were only meant for those who truly mattered. Clearly, Zhou Minshi would not be that person. He looked down on her from the bottom of his heart.
She was vain, yearning to be admired and loved by everyone for being associated with someone exceptional in every way. The effort she put in was no less than anyone else's. For the sake of this damned vanity, she had shamelessly done many wrong things, basking in the glory derived from others' hard work.
She couldn't understand why hard work couldn't overcome talent. No matter how foolish she felt, she had never given up. Why couldn't the heavens show her some favor as well? After all her efforts, shouldn't she receive at least a little reward? How could it be that she received nothing at all?
Zheng Mengni resolved that she would not accept the last two paintings; she wouldn't covet anything given to her by someone who looked down on her. It wasn't as if she couldn't live without Zhou Minshi. She would find another way for the art exhibition, and as for Zhou Minshi, it was time for him to realize who truly held the upper hand.
Zheng Mengni only wanted to control others and refused to be controlled by anyone. Occasionally feigning weakness and vulnerability had indeed led them to mistakenly believe she was easy to bully.
Wei Jingxi still didn’t attend classes but was punctual with their daily video calls. When the call came in, Zheng Mengni was practicing at the Art Studio on Monday, studying at the library on Tuesday, and rehearsing singing in the recording studio on Wednesday. She answered the first two calls, but on Wednesday, she genuinely didn’t hear it.
By the time she returned to her dormitory, Wei Jingxi had already sent ten messages.
"Where are you?"
"What are you doing?"
"Not me?"
"Zheng Mengni, give me a call in one minute."
Every few messages, there was an invitation for a video call.
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