CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74: YOU DIDN’T SAY THE PERSON YOU WERE PICKING UP WAS OLD HE

They arrived at the parking lot and climbed into Qin Siyuan’s car.

Qin Siyuan was on the phone, his gaze resting on Shen Wanqing, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Shen Wanqing listened to him discussing matters about Mr. He with his family. She smiled gently and, after he hung up, reached out to take his arm, saying, "My painting might not necessarily make it into Jiaxing."

"With Professor Gao’s prestige, this is a sure thing," Qin Siyuan said, quite confident himself. Besides, he secretly hoped Shen Wanqing could achieve some success in art, which would help enhance the Qin family’s image.

As for that person, best to just forget.

Qin Siyuan gave a bitter smile and then started the car. They did not talk much on the way.

Shen Wanqing felt a little displeased. She was a girl, and her thoughts were sensitive; she knew clearly who Qin Siyuan was thinking about right now. But it didn’t matter, as long as she held onto him tightly.

Once she became famous, even if Qin Siyuan didn’t want her, the entire Qin family wouldn’t agree to it, would they?

Thinking this, she smiled.

They arrived at her apartment. After a quick meal, Shen Wanqing went to select a painting from her studio, with Qin Siyuan accompanying her.

Qin Siyuan picked up the painting and studied it silently for a long while. Shen Wanqing cautiously asked from the side, "Siyuan, is this painting... not good?"

She added, "I’m preparing to send this one to the auction house."

Qin Siyuan dusted off the paint residue from his hand. "It’s very good!"

He felt the painting lacked a certain artistic depth, but its strength lay in its meticulous detail!

Shen Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest. "Siyuan, you scared me to death! I thought you were going to say my painting was bad."

Qin Siyuan lowered his gaze. After a long moment, he spoke as if casually, "Wanqing, you had the English manuscript that day, didn’t you?"

Shen Wanqing’s face instantly froze. It took her a long while to find her voice, which carried a slight tremble, "Siyuan, what do you mean?"

Qin Siyuan said quite nonchalantly, "Don’t let it happen again."

Tears welled in Shen Wanqing’s eyes. "Siyuan, you don’t believe me?"

Qin Siyuan reached out and grasped her shoulders, saying seriously, "Wanqing, we’re together now. Other people don’t matter anymore."

"Is that so? Do other people really not matter anymore?" Shen Wanqing seemed somewhat dazed. Just as Qin Siyuan was about to say something else, she smiled faintly. "Yes, other people don’t matter!"

She linked her arm through Qin Siyuan’s. "But Siyuan, you’ve truly wronged me. I have no reason to do such a thing, do I?"

Qin Siyuan’s gaze deepened. After a moment, he nodded. "I believe you."

「Qingcheng Airport.」

Bo Xichen parked the car. As Gu Anxi unbuckled her seatbelt, she asked casually, "What kind of elder is coming to meet us?"

Bo Xichen turned his head and smiled. "You study art. You must have heard of Mr. He, right?"

Gu Anxi was stunned, staring at him without saying a word for a long time.

Bo Xichen smiled faintly. "What’s wrong?"

Gu Anxi’s voice was somewhat distant. "Nothing."

Professor Bo glanced at her and got out of the car first. Gu Anxi followed behind him, but he soon caught her arm and pulled her to his side.

As soon as they reached the arrival gate, a slender man in his fifties approached them. He first looked at Bo Xichen, then his gaze, full of surprise, fell on Gu Anxi beside him.