Early in the morning, an unpleasant humming drifted through the villa.
Su Junmo sat in front of the easel with a serious expression. On the canvas was a painting whose paint had not yet dried.
It showed the graceful back of a beautiful woman. She wore a light blue qipao and held an oil-paper umbrella, like a lilac standing in the rain.
As soon as Shen Wanwan stepped into the studio, she heard the theme song playing on the television.
It was the one she had sung herself.
Su Junmo really was her most loyal fan.
Su Junmo rubbed his eyes. When he saw Shen Wanwan leaning against the doorframe, he showed a bright smile. “You’re awake, Wanwan.”
Shen Wanwan had an extreme narcissistic personality.
To be with her, one had to show love for everything about her.
Honestly, it was simple. There was nothing difficult about it.
Much easier to handle than Song Li, who could not decide whether she wanted to act like a cat or a dog.
Easier to fool than Song Qianqian, who would resort to whipping at the slightest disagreement.
And more fond of enjoyment than other patrons.
Shen Wanwan looked at his slightly reddened eyes and tired face, then glanced at the empty studio.
“You painted here all night?”
She could not help asking.
It was obviously a pointless question.
There was not even a bed in this room.
Su Junmo could only spend the entire night painting.
She had never thought about giving him comfortable treatment.
To her, Su Junmo was just a small object to pass the time.
But at some point.
She had long grown used to his presence.
Ever since the last renewal.
Su Junmo had become more and more attentive to her.
It did not look like someone without feelings.
He must have gradually fallen in love with her.
She found that only natural.
She was a big star.
If her fans lined up, they could circle the globe.
Hearing her question, Su Junmo froze for a moment. He thought about the sofa bed he had bought from an online discount site and stored in the cabinet. Feeling guilty, he touched his nose.
Better not tell the truth.
Making Shen Wanwan happy was more important.
“Yes. Does that make me look more like him? You said… he worked very hard…”
Su Junmo smiled.
In his heart, he cursed that white moonlight as insane. Who stayed up all night painting for no reason?
Shen Wanwan did not learn anything good, only the bad.
She even wanted him to be diligent like that white moonlight.
By observing Shen Wanwan’s facial expressions, Su Junmo knew exactly what she preferred to hear. He shaped himself into a humble, people-pleasing substitute. This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
He felt quite proud of himself.
His acting skills had improved again.
Does that make me look more like him?
Hearing that sentence, Shen Wanwan’s heart suddenly tightened.
Su Junmo’s sincere and satisfied gaze made her unable to meet his eyes.
Was he content just being a substitute if it meant staying by her side?
She found it hard to look at him.
“Sometimes you don’t have to work so hard. You and him aren’t comparable,” she blurted out.
His eyes immediately dimmed, and he gave a bitter smile. “I know. As long as I can stay by your side, that’s enough.”
Shen Wanwan frowned. “That’s not what I meant…”
He nodded. “Okay, okay. You’re right.”
She changed the subject and pointed at the painting. “What did you paint?”
“It’s you. I paint you every time. I only paint because of you.”
Su Junmo held the frame and spoke sincerely.
Was that not true?
If not for Shen Wanwan’s insistence, he would never have learned to paint in this lifetime.
The materials were expensive and unprofitable.
It looked artistic, but required endless practice.
And if distant relatives found out, they would shamelessly ask for free paintings.
Completely not cost-effective.
For her?
Shen Wanwan touched her chest. Why was her heart beating faster and faster?
She did not think Su Junmo was lying.
When she first approached him for the transaction, he had only been an innocent 18-year-old boy.
She had checked his medical records.
He had undergone heart surgery, had cancer, and was alone in the world.
So when he said he needed money, she found it normal.
A boy like him had no other way out except meeting her and selling his body for money.
Back then, she did not take him seriously.
But now, she had different thoughts.
He was so young.
Only 19.
He had fallen in love with her in a financial transaction.
That was understandable.
He had suffered too much before. A little kindness from her became his entire world.
He had tasted too much bitterness. A little sweetness felt like love.
Thinking of it this way.
Her gaze grew complicated.
She decided to treat him a little better from now on.
“Come downstairs for breakfast. After that, I’ll take you to school.”
As for the painting, she would take it home and keep it.
…
At the university entrance, there was a freshman welcome event today.
The student union had set up booths to promote activities.
To be closer to President Song Qianqian, Shen Yun had also joined the student union.
Under the scorching sun, drenched in sweat, Shen Yun sat under a red tent handing out flyers.
He felt restless.
Suddenly, the student beside him nudged his arm excitedly. “Look at that luxury car! It must cost at least 2 million or 3 million yuan. I didn’t know our university had someone that rich!”
Shen Yun glanced at it and withdrew his gaze with a snort. “That’s a Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Over 7 million yuan. We have one at home too.”
The student instantly fell silent.
Fine.
He felt defeated.
What was wrong with having one more rich person in this world?
Just then, Song Qianqian arrived with members of the sports department carrying several boxes of water. She placed a few bottles on their table. “Good work. You can stop at 10 a.m. The next group will take over.”
Today she wore a white fitted T-shirt and black trousers. Her long black hair fell to her waist, like snow atop a mountain, beautiful yet distant.
Shen Yun immediately took the water with a wide smile. “Thank you, President!”
But her gaze did not linger on him.
Instead, she looked at the Rolls-Royce Cullinan slowly pulling up at the school entrance, drawing a crowd.
The car door opened.
Su Junmo stepped out, covering half his face.
Previously, Shen Wanwan would drop him off at a commercial street not far from campus, saying it would not look good if people saw.
Today, she had insisted on dropping him at the school gate.
At school, Su Junmo was known as a hardworking, self-reliant student!
Half-covering his face, he got out and quickly waved at Shen Wanwan.
The moment Shen Yun saw him clearly, he stood up. “Su Junmo?!”
Song Qianqian also saw Su Junmo, then looked at the car.
So he had been pretending to be poor.
Hearing Shen Yun’s voice, she did not pay much attention. She picked up a bottle of water and walked toward Su Junmo.
Su Junmo saw Song Qianqian approaching.
Behind him, Shen Wanwan was still sitting in the car.
In front of him, Song Qianqian was walking over.
A wolf ahead, a tiger behind.
In that instant, Su Junmo’s scalp tingled.