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After ending the call, Sheng Yinian walked over.

Yunmiao smiled brightly.

"I'm all ready, we can go eat now."

Just as she turned to leave, Sheng Yinian wrapped his arms around her waist.

The maid didn't dare look any longer and quickly left.

Yunmiao turned around in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

Sheng Yinian's gaze fell on her ponytail.

Yunmiao subconsciously touched it and found a strand of hair had fallen out.

She wanted to re-tie it, but then realized she was holding her phone and her dress had no pockets, so she had to hand it to Sheng Yinian.

"Could you please carry this for me?"

Sheng Yinian glanced down at it, but didn't take it. Instead, he directly took off her hair tie.

His movements were clumsy, but very gentle, and he didn't hurt her at all.

Yunmiao unconsciously held her breath, her trembling eyelashes drooping.

She could clearly sense every point his fingers touched.

When gathering up stray hairs, the fingertips brushed against her earlobe; when smoothing her hair, they touched the back of her neck; when tying her hair with a hair tie, the fingertips pressed against her scalp through her hair, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, yet making her too afraid to move.

"alright."

Yun Miao felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She had only taken two steps back when he pulled her back.

"Afraid of me?"

Hearing him say that, Yunmiao realized that she had been trembling slightly.

She shook her head vigorously: "No."

She glanced at his nearly 190cm height, her eyes sparkling.

"Because you're so tall, it makes me feel a little... pressured."

Fearing he wouldn't believe her, she even gestured with her hands.

"Look, I've only just reached yours..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body froze.

Because her palm brushed against the top of his head and touched his Adam's apple.

As if burned, she quickly withdrew her hand.

"I...I didn't mean to."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a tightness around my waist, my feet left the ground, and I was lifted up.

Sheng Yinian looked up at her with a smile in his eyes.

"And now?"

Yun Miao's cheeks were burning hot, and the two legs draped over his waist struggled to shake.

"It's too high now, put me down, I...I'm afraid of heights!"

Sheng Yinian pressed her head on his shoulder and carried her toward the stairwell.

"Then close your eyes and don't look."

Yunmiao's body trembled slightly with the rhythm of his steps down the stairs.

"Don't be afraid of me." His steps were light and steady. "Just stay by my side."

Yunmiao understood the implied meaning behind those words.

The thought of cutting all ties with him after graduation made Yunmiao's breathing unsteady.

Forget it.

Let Yunmiao worry about what happens after graduation.

For Yunmiao now, the most important thing is to live in the present moment.

If you want to live a good life right now, you have to be obedient.

She obediently rested her head on his shoulder.

"understood."

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Xu Chuan knocked on the study door.

"Mr. Sheng, Mr. Qi from Singapore's Sin Chew Holdings Group has arrived at Chengyuan."

"Is she awake?"

"not yet."

"Let him wait."

"OK."

At 2:30, Yunmiao slowly opened her eyes on the bed in the master bedroom.

She gazed drowsily at the tall, upright figure in front of the French windows, her voice heavy with weariness.

"Sheng Yinian, I'm awake."

Sheng Yinian turned around and looked.

She seemed a little dazed, her unguarded little face pressed softly against the pillow, her eyes looking at him blankly.

Sheng Yinian didn't move, and just stared at it for a long time.

She didn't go over and sit down on the edge of the bed until she turned over and showed signs of going back to sleep.

Yun Miao slowly turned around and met a deep gaze.

Sheng Yinian gently brushed the strands of hair from her cheek.

"If I continue sleeping, it will affect my sleep tonight."

Yunmiao stared at him blankly.

Sheng Yinian leaned down and planted a kiss on the corner of her lips.

"Sweetie, time to get up."

Yunmiao obediently sat up.

Sheng Yinian began to straighten her clothes.

"Someone from Chengyuan brought over a few paintings. Would you like to take a look?"

Yun Miao paused for a moment, then nodded.

"think."

"I'll take you there."

"it is good."

Director Chen was already waiting outside Chengyuan Garden.

As soon as Yun Miao got out of the car, he greeted her with a smile.

"Miss Yun, we meet again."

"I'm sorry to trouble you again, Director Chen."

"It is my honor to serve Miss Yun."

Under Director Chen's guidance, Yunmiao followed Sheng Yinian all the way to the VIP room on the fifth floor.

Inside the VIP lounge, two men stood up from the sofa.

One was a man in his fifties, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue suit, his hair neatly combed, and his face bearing the shrewdness characteristic of a businessman, along with a perfectly measured obsequious smile.

The other one was younger, in her early twenties, wearing a light gray casual suit, and had a pretty face.

"Mr. Sheng, I've heard so much about you."

The older man quickly came to meet him.

"I am Qi Jiajun, a Singaporean Chinese, and this is my son, Qi Yan. It is a great honor to meet Mr. Sheng today."

Sheng Yinian nodded indifferently: "Mr. Qi, you're too kind."

Qi Jiajun turned his gaze to Yun Miao, a hint of probing in his smile: "And this is...?"

"Yun Miao." Sheng Yinian only said two words, without explaining his identity.

But the tone of those two words was completely different from the previous "Mr. Qi, you're too kind."

Qi Jiajun was a smart man, and he immediately understood, his smile becoming even warmer.

"Miss Yun, please have a seat."

He stepped aside to make room for him.

"I heard that Chengyuan is currently collecting Mr. Song's works. I happen to have a few pieces on hand, so I brought them here today for Mr. Sheng to take a look."

Old Song?

Yunmiao paused for a moment.

Qi Jiajun had already walked to the easel by the window and unveiled the first piece of velvet cloth.

"This painting, 'Springtime in My Hometown,' was created by Mr. Song in the 1970s."

Yunmiao's gaze was immediately drawn to the painting.

The water towns of Jiangnan are characterized by white walls, black tiles, small bridges, and flowing water.

In the black, white and gray tones, a few touches of light ochre and phthalo blue resemble the colors of spring.

In the distance stands an old apricot tree, its branches dotted with a few pinkish-white blossoms that seem ready to fall with a gust of wind.

Qi Jiajun then unveiled the second piece of velvet cloth.

"This painting, 'Two Swallows Returning,' is one of Song Lao's representative works and is in excellent condition."

Yunmiao stared intently at the painting, "Two Swallows Returning Home".

Two swallows, one high and one low, with their wings slightly folded, looked as if they had just landed on the eaves, or as if they were about to take off.

She tried to imitate that light, fleeting posture countless times, but she could never capture it.

"This last painting, 'Autumn Mountains at Dusk,' is a work from Song Lao's later years. It is an abstract style and is rarely seen on the market."

When Yunmiao looked at the third painting, her mind gradually went blank.

It felt like I had fallen into a dream I'd been having for many years.

The three paintings before me—the shades of ink, the strength of the brushstrokes, the texture of the paper—are textures that can never be printed in a picture book.

"Mr. Sheng." Qi Jiajun walked over with a smile.

"These three paintings have been with me for over a decade, and I've always been reluctant to part with them. But if Chengyuan wants to acquire them, it's definitely the best outcome. The price is negotiable, as long as you're satisfied."

As a businessman, Qi Jiajun's attentiveness was naturally motivated by ulterior motives.

It's very difficult to meet Mr. Sheng on a normal day.

Using three paintings by Song Bingzhong as a stepping stone is absolutely worthwhile.

Sheng Yinian didn't respond to him, but looked at Yun Miao instead.

She stood in front of the easel, her fingers slightly curled, as if she wanted to reach out and touch it, but dared not.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"..." Yun Miao opened her mouth, but only managed to utter one word, "Mmm."

The sound was very soft, but Sheng Yinian heard it.

"Then stay."

At this moment, Yunmiao had no way to be coy.

"it is good."

Director Chen arranged for someone to carefully pack up the three paintings and hand them over to Xu Chuan.

After Xu Chuan left, Yun Miao sensed that Mr. Qi had something to say to Sheng Yinian.

She looked at Sheng Yinian.

I want to go out for a walk.

Sheng Yinian nodded and glanced at Director Chen.

Director Chen quickly stepped forward and accompanied Yun Miao out of the VIP room.