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Regarding the news about Wei Jingxi, Zheng Mengni also saw it. Only he could think of such a childish way to announce his break with her to the whole world. Upon learning that Wei Jingxi had been detained, Wei Nanxuan had no thoughts of using connections for bail, which inexplicably relieved Zheng Mengni. She did not want to see Wei Jingxi at the art exhibition; after all, with his unstable emotions, no one could predict what kind of outburst he might have.
The last piece she had meticulously created received praise from Zheng Yicheng. The change in style did not raise his suspicions; instead, he complimented Zheng Mengni on her cleverness and delicate sensibility. The exhibition was held as scheduled, and she had changed into an elegant Chanel suit early that morning before heading to the venue.
At the entrance of the exhibition hall, there was a crowd of people. The number of visitors far exceeded Zheng Mengni's expectations, being more than three times what she had anticipated. One reason was the sensational news surrounding Wei Jingxi, which naturally linked Zheng Mengni's name to his and made her a focal point for public attention. Additionally, the Zheng family was gaining prominence, prompting many who wished to curry favor with the powerful to send their younger generations to connect with Zheng Mengni, a rare opportunity for networking.
As such, those who genuinely came for the art were in the minority. Zheng Mengni did not arrive with Zheng Yicheng; after being surrounded by admirers for an hour, he finally made his appearance. The conversations she engaged in were not sincere attempts to appreciate the exhibition. These individuals, draped in expensive perfumes and exuding an air of luxury, spoke in ways that were both amusing and absurd.
They knew nothing and were merely showing off in front of Zheng Mengni. Yet they all held esteemed titles as Young Masters. Zheng Mengni smiled silently and listened attentively, occasionally tossing out seemingly innocent questions that left those oblivious second-generation heirs blushing with embarrassment.
After hastily concluding their discussions, she turned away under the pretense of admiring the artwork while actually seizing the chance to slip away unnoticed. It was too embarrassing to be caught making foolish remarks about art in front of professionals.
Having dealt with these insincere individuals, Zheng Mengni turned around and caught sight of a familiar face through the throng of people. Everything around her slowed down and gradually blurred until only that serene profile remained in her vision. She never expected to see Ye Bing in such a place.
At that moment, Ye Bing stood quietly in front of her work, dressed simply with short hair. It was the last piece—a painting of a lake near Hehua Town.
Zheng Mengni composed herself, her expression elegant and calm as she walked towards him.
"Coincidentally, do you also enjoy painting?"
Ye Bing turned his head slightly at the sound of her voice, his calm demeanor showing no hint of surprise, as if he had been deliberately waiting there for something.
Standing beside him, Zheng Mengni's gentle gaze fell upon the painting.
"To be honest," Ye Bing replied casually, "I know nothing about art."
Her smile froze. "Then why are you here?" Out of politeness, she didn’t finish her question.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I just saw you posted something on social media, and it piqued my curiosity, so I came to take a look."
Zheng Mengni softly asked, "Is there a particular painting that caught your interest? I can give you a brief explanation."
"No need."
Ye Bing's refusal was abrupt. With his hands in his pockets, a hint of a smile flickered across his face, but it was as cold as ice, sending a chill down her spine.
"I'm not interested in paintings."
"Mm."
Zheng Mengni suddenly hesitated to ask him what exactly he found curious. Unsure of what to say next, she chose silence; sometimes saying too much could reveal too many flaws.
Ye Bing spoke slowly, "I said I'm not interested, but I never said my brother isn't interested."
"Brother?"
Zheng Mengni's heart skipped a beat. If Ye Bing and she were mistaken for each other... then Ye Bing's brother must be her brother too.
"He's gone somewhere," Ye Bing replied with a slight nod.
Zheng Mengni pursed her lips, seemingly casually searching the area with her eyes.
There were simply too many people, and she did not notice the boy who resembled Ye Bing in appearance.
As she was distracted, Ye Bing's gentle voice gradually spread through the crowd. It was truly vivid; although she had no knowledge of art, seeing this painting gave her a feeling of being present within it. He paused for a moment and continued, saying that only someone who had seen it in person could capture such a feeling.
Zheng Mengni smiled and replied, "Yes, I have been there."
No wonder it looked familiar; it resembled the lake near Hehua Town.
Zheng Mengni asked, "Have you been there too?"
Ye Bing chuckled softly, "Yes, that path was particularly difficult. My brother got one of his feet stuck in the mud. He had just bought a new pair of shoes for twenty yuan! Ah, it was heartbreaking; I didn’t expect you to know such remote places."
"It's worth visiting; the scenery is quite nice," she lied without changing her expression. Those days had been filled with heavy rain; when would there have been an opportunity to enjoy the scenery?
Ye Bing didn't bother to expose her lie. He squinted slightly and sincerely invited her, "The scenery at my place is even better. Xianhai Mountain is nearby. If you have the chance, why not come and visit?"
Zheng Mengni remained silent for a while, lost in thought.
Seeing her unresponsive, Ye Bing sighed regretfully, "If you don’t have time to talk, that’s fine. After all, it’s quite far from here."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Mengni spoke up, "I think I will contact you when I have some free time."
As she spoke, Ye Bing seemed to notice something; he turned his head and casually pointed forward with his hand that was tucked in his pocket.
"Look, that's my brother," Ye Bing said excitedly.
Zheng Mengni followed his finger and looked over. Her gaze cut through the crowd and landed motionless on a handsome face.
Ye Siqian stood before Zheng Yicheng with an air of confidence, speaking eloquently among a group of extravagantly dressed high-class individuals, becoming a rare breath of fresh air.
Zheng Yicheng wore an expression of rare admiration as he listened intently to the young man before him, occasionally nodding slightly in acknowledgment.
Zheng Mengni's delicate fingers trembled slightly as she became somewhat gloomy. Her focus was so intense that she overlooked Ye Bing's casual scrutiny directed at her.
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