Chaptеr 13: Тaking Cаre of Неr, Тhеn Luring Неr to Веd
Qiаo Zhiуang’s hеart suddenlу stirrеd.
Thе nervоus аnd unеasу еmotiоns in hеr hеаrt sееmеd to bе cаst with sоme magical sрell, instаntly dissiраting соmpletеly.
Reрlасing thеm was аn endlеss stream оf mоtivаtiоn.
Shе gazеd at the words оn thе sсrееn, her cleаr еуes shining likе stars.
【Littlе Lamb】: Mm!
Gо fоr it, thе bеst little Zhiyаng!
Qiаo Zhiyаng raised hеr hеаd, hеr eхрression growing even more rеsolutе thаn bеfоrе.
She gеntly knockеd on thе doоr.
“Cоme in,” came the gentle voice of the elderly man from inside.
She opened the door and saw the elderly man wearing a modified Tang suit, the deep blue fabric embroidered with lifelike cranes and auspicious clouds.
Despite his age, he was well-maintained, and a glimpse of his former elegance could still be seen in his eyes and brows.
He held breadcrumbs in his hand, and a plump white pigeon stood on his shoulder, nibbling away while tilting its head obediently to look at her. “Coo~”
Qiao Zhiyang stood upright, bowing politely at a ninety-degree angle to him. “Professor Wen, hello, I am Qiao Zhiyang.”
The girl’s soft, sweet voice rang out.
Wen Jishan paused slightly in his bird-feeding motion, looking at her with some surprise.
He had heard some things about this young lady from the Qiao family in Hong Kong.
It was said that she had been strictly disciplined by her family, with even her hobbies forcibly suppressed.
Children raised in such families often developed delicate and fragile personalities.
He had expected to see a nervous and timid young girl, but instead, she was poised and dignified, neither humble nor arrogant.
Wen Jishan nodded in satisfaction.
Interesting.
It seemed someone hadn’t introduced her wrongly.
“Why are you still standing?”
Despite being a master, Wen Jishan lacked the arrogance of one. He spoke humbly and warmly, teasing, “Sit down, or someone might think I’m mistreating a student.”
“Thank you, Professor Wen.” Qiao Zhiyang raised her head, walked to the chair, and elegantly lifted her skirt to sit down.
Her tea-brown eyes sparkled as she looked at him gratefully. “Thank you for receiving my email and being willing to take me as your student.”
As a national treasure-level designer, Professor Wen’s classes were highly sought after.
Even students from Yun Jing University itself had to rely on quick reflexes to secure a spot in his classes.
Let alone her, who was just an off-campus sophomore at the time.
She had thought her design drafts would sink into oblivion, but to her surprise, she received a reply the very next day—a handwritten invitation from him.
It was precisely because of his invitation that she was able to smoothly transfer to Yun Jing University to study the design major she had long dreamed of.
Qiao Zhiyang respectfully handed over the items in her hands. “This is my personal resume and my latest design drafts. Please take a look.”
“Alright.” Wen Jishan reached out to take them.
As he accepted them, he prepared to pick up the teacup beside him with his other hand, but the moment his gaze fell on the design drafts, his movements halted abruptly.
Could this really have been designed by someone who had never been guided by a master!?
Whether in terms of lines or other details, everything was executed with fluidity and elegance, showcasing a unique style of its own.
Although some techniques still carried a hint of inexperience, the overall work radiated a precious and stunning creativity.
It was like an uncut gem—with careful polishing, it was sure to shine brilliantly.
“This is…”
Wen Jishan picked up another draft and saw a small piece of embroidery fastened with a transparent paperclip. His eyes widened suddenly. “You even know Su embroidery!?”This is a precious intangible cultural heritage!
With the continuous commercial development of the times, this traditional craft has become increasingly rare.
I never expected to witness it with my own eyes today!
“Mhm.” Qiao Zhiyang nodded, her eyes and brows slightly curved. “My grandmother taught me this before.”
Grandma was the only one in the family who supported her dreams.
But ever since Grandma passed away, no one at home has supported her pursuit of a career in design.
Thinking of her departed loved one, Qiao Zhiyang’s eyes couldn’t help but dim slightly.
Wen Jishan stared at the design draft and embroidery in his hands, his mouth almost agape.
He had thought his newly accepted student only had talent in design, never expecting she would also possess this traditional skill of Su embroidery.
Wow!
He really struck gold this time!
“Ahem.”
Wen Jishan cleared his throat lightly, doing his best to conceal his excitement and pretending to be calm. “Not bad. From now on, you are my student.”
He handed the class schedule to Qiao Zhiyang. “This is my course schedule, and it also has my contact information.”
“Thank you.” The girl’s eyes lit up as she quickly reached out to take it.
Looking at the course schedule in her hands, her face was filled with excitement and joy.
Ahhh, she has finally taken the first successful step toward her dream (＞＜)!
After Qiao Zhiyang left.
Wen Jishan immediately pulled open a drawer, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
“Third Master Cen.”
As soon as the call connected, he immediately feigned a proud tone and snorted. “You asked me to take in this young lady, and I’ve already done it. I’ll consider this favor repaid.”
“But thanks to your introduction, I was able to accept such a highly talented student.”
Wen Jishan then shifted his tone. “However, let me make this clear—I am very strict when it comes to teaching design. Even if she is someone under your care, I won’t hold back my temper. If she cries and complains to you, don’t blame me.”
In a villa on the other side.
The bathroom door was pushed open.
As the man walked out, the floor-length mirror in the bedroom reflected his tall and graceful figure.
His powerful and robust upper body was bare, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Every inch of his muscle lines carried an explosive impact, his sexy abs and v-line trailing down into the waistband of his pants.
Cen Zhou, wearing Bluetooth earphones, couldn’t help but chuckle softly upon hearing this.
“She won’t cry.”
He said with certainty, “In the field of design, she will only persist with strength and determination all the way through. She won’t give up easily.”
Oh?
So sure of that?
Wen Jishan raised an eyebrow, about to tease back, when the other party suddenly shifted the tone again, fiercely protective. “But if you really make her cry, I will undoubtedly stand up for her without question.”
Wen Jishan: ?
You rascal!
He clicked his tongue lightly and casually asked, “What is this young lady to you? To actually earn the protection of Third Master Cen.”
Hearing this, Cen Zhou curved his lips.
In a place no one could see, a dark tide surged in his eyes. “She is a friend of my niece.”
Wen Jishan suddenly understood.
Oh, so she’s a friend of his little niece.
No wonder he’s taking such good care of her.
He thought to himself, someone as ambitious and ruthless as him couldn’t possibly be a love-struck fool.
“By the way, aren’t you planning to tell her the truth?”
Wen Jishan found it strange. “Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to earn her favor, and you choose to give it up? That doesn’t seem like your usual style of doing things.”
The little pigeon on his shoulder: Coo!
Cen Zhou paused as he buttoned his shirt.
His eyelashes lowered slightly, and his thin lips curved into a faint smile.”I don’t want her to think that she gained the favor and praise of a renowned teacher because of my connections.”
The low, magnetic voice was incredibly tender. “Besides, my little one is so capable. Even without me, she has the talent, doesn’t she?”
Holy shit?
Wen Jishan was utterly shocked.
It was said that the head of the Cen Family in Yunjing had a Buddha’s mouth but a serpent’s heart—outwardly elegant and refined, yet cold-blooded and ruthless at his core.
Who would have thought such a man could be so gentle with a young girl.
This clearly wasn’t just about an elder taking care of his niece’s friend!
“Are you really just treating her as a junior?”
Wen Jishan couldn’t help but widen his eyes, slapping the table in excitement. “You don’t have any improper thoughts, do you!?”
Like taking care of her, and then gradually luring her into bed!
Little Dove: Coo!
The man in front of the mirror was already fully dressed, having transformed from his earlier wild and unrestrained state back into his refined and elegant demeanor.
Cen Zhou picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the table, his deep phoenix eyes flickering with a feverish, maddening desire, like a vicious wolf lying in wait, ready to hunt.
He smiled faintly.
“You guessed right.”