The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 35. Next time, I’ll go with you.

Chapter 35: 35. Next time, I’ll go with you.

Editor: Larbre Studio

"Qinglan, you focus on collecting inspiration, leave the art exhibition to me. I promise I’ll organize it beautifully." Daniel patted his chest.

Although Shen Qinglan was a lazy person, she was really good to him: high salary, great benefits, and, most importantly, few troubles. Despite his complaints, Daniel never regretted agreeing to be Shen Qinglan’s manager.

"Daniel, isn’t there an auction in Beijing soon with one of my works?" Shen Qinglan recalled what Shen Junyu told her and asked.

"Yes, what’s up?"

"I’m pulling out of this auction. I have another use for that piece."

"But..."

"Tell the auction house manager that I’ll send two more pieces for auction later."

"Sure, no problem." Daniel assured her.

Although withdrawing an item at the last minute, especially at a charity auction, was not ideal, the auction house would likely be pleased if more pieces were added later.

Furthermore, Daniel wouldn’t let losses occur. Without Leng Qingqiu’s work, there were still pieces from other artists.

After ending the call with Daniel, Shen Qinglan arrived at her destination.

She took a shower and went straight to bed, sleeping until daylight.

Seeing the clear blue sky, she donned a casual outfit and a sun hat, then left the house.

Hang City was a typical Jiangnan water town. Though a provincial capital, it had mountains, water, bridges, and local residents.

In September, it was osmanthus season, and the city was filled with a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

Shen Qinglan walked along the street, which was an old street. The houses were quaint wooden structures with a bluestone path in the center and an array of shops on both sides, offering food, entertainment, necessities, clothing, accessories... everything one could wish for.

Hang City was famous for its three specialties: Longjing Tea, silk, and paper fans, all of which could be found on this street.

The air carried a sweet aroma, mixed with a light osmanthus scent, the smell of osmanthus cake. Shen Qinglan followed the scent to the store.

The osmanthus cakes were neatly arranged in the display case. She bought one piece, took a bite, and savored the soft, sweet flavor spreading in her mouth, subtly infused with osmanthus fragrance. It was sweet but not cloying.

Shen Qinglan squinted her beautiful eyes, pleased with the flavor, picked up her phone, snapped a photo, found Fu Hengyi’s number in her contacts, hesitated for a moment, and hit send.

She didn’t check for a reply but bought a few more pieces of osmanthus cake, carrying them as she continued to browse the next store.

She stopped to watch an old craftsman blowing sugar figurines, quietly observing for a while before secretly snapping a picture with her phone as he looked away.

That day, she dined at Kuiyuan Restaurant, one of Hang City’s top ten noodle houses, enjoyed osmanthus cake and victory cake, tasted the most authentic West Lake Longjing Tea, and discovered that West Lake Longjing Tea paired perfectly with osmanthus cake.

That day, several new photos were added to Fu Hengyi’s phone: an old craftsman blowing a sugar figurine; a cup of fragrant Longjing Tea; a lightly bitten piece of osmanthus cake with a shallow bite mark; a little girl with braided pigtails running joyfully like a flower in bloom; and a serene figure standing under the azure sky, her elegant profile softened by the smoke-rain Jiangnan.

Fu Hengyi returned to the hotel that night, looked at the photos on his phone, his eyes filled with a smile, and called Shen Qinglan.

At that moment, Shen Qinglan was painting. After being out all day, she had many inspirations in her mind that she wanted to put on canvas.

"Are you asleep?" Fu Hengyi asked.

Shen Qinglan glanced at the half-finished work, shook her head, "Not yet. You?"

"Just got back."

"Did you have a good time today?"

Did she have a good time? Shen Qinglan thought she did. Such relaxation was something she couldn’t remember experiencing for years.

Yet, being naturally reserved, she couldn’t express her joy eloquently, merely responding with a soft "Mm."

"Next time, can I go with you?"

Shen Qinglan paused, then agreed with warmth in her eyes, "Sure!"

Hanging up, she looked at the half-finished artwork on the easel, picked up a sketchbook beside her, and in a few strokes, outlined a man’s face: strong features, a well-defined nose, and it was unmistakably Fu Hengyi.

Shen Qinglan gazed at the face she drew, slightly lost in thought.