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Zheng Mengni's hands trembled slightly; she was, of course, afraid that Zhou Minshi would expose her. However, continuing this twisted relationship was undoubtedly a burden for her. Once it happened, there would be countless times after, each time being looked down upon by Zhou Minshi, even facing malicious threats like now.
People like him were the least capable of keeping their mouths shut. She needed to terminate their commission deal as soon as possible to clear her name and prepare for the future. Even if she were discovered, she could find a reasonable excuse to defend herself.
"I know you have great talent in painting. A work as excellent as yours shouldn't always appear under someone else's name in the public eye. Zhou Minshi, I’ve felt guilty all along for using your gift as a competition entry without your permission and stealing your honor. If it weren't for me, you should be a remarkable artist by now."
"No, actually what I said isn't entirely correct. A genius like you can shine in any field. Zhou Minshi, ending our deal is my way of giving you an opportunity; I want to return the honors that rightfully belong to you."
"Please don’t misunderstand me."
Zheng Mengni was truly skilled at comforting others; she was patient and loved to praise. Even though she was thoroughly annoyed with Zhou Minshi at that moment, she could still hypocritically type those words to make him happy.
In front of the screen, Zhou Minshi stared blankly at Zheng Mengni's words, the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipating. For his own good, he was willing to risk being scolded to cancel the exhibition.
Zheng Mengni was such a kind and gentle person; how could he misunderstand her so much? It was jealousy that stirred within him, a fear that Zheng Mengni might choose someone else over him.
After being comforted with a few words, the malicious thoughts born from his insecurities made him feel ashamed.
"Don't you know I'm not interested in these so-called honors at all?"
Moreover, how could he expose her for ghostwriting when he couldn't even protect himself? Zhou Minshi thought silently.
"I know you're not interested, but I hope your art can be recognized and praised by people other than me."
"Zhou Minshi, promise me you'll paint for yourself."
Recognition and praise. She said this because she thought highly of him.
Zhou Minshi's heart skipped a beat; he instinctively nodded, then remembered that Zheng Mengni couldn't see him and quickly replied, "I understand."
Previously, Zheng Mengni understood Zhou Minshi so well that she was certain he had no interest in organizing art exhibitions or participating in competitions. This conviction led her to encourage him persistently. Knowing he would not take such actions, she felt bold enough to advise him.
Finally, Zheng Mengni revealed her true feelings: "When you have some free time, come and give me some guidance on my painting." She didn't necessarily need Zhou Minshi; it was just that, given the current circumstances, he was the most suitable choice. If Zheng Mengni wanted to improve her painting skills, she needed a good teacher.
If she were to hastily seek guidance from other more experienced instructors, it might draw Zheng Yicheng's attention. Until she was satisfied with her own work, she couldn't let Zheng Yicheng notice anything amiss. As long as she produced satisfactory paintings, even if Zhou Minshi exposed her for painting on behalf of others, she would have quality works to present in response.
Moreover, since the styles of the student and teacher were similar, outsiders wouldn't find anything unusual upon seeing their work together.
Zhou Minshi read the message with mixed emotions. Just three days ago, Zheng Mengni had asked him for guidance as well. Yet at that time, he had foolishly turned her down. After all, Zheng Mengni was such a wonderful person; he shouldn't have acted that way.
This time, Zhou Minshi agreed without hesitation: "Alright, whenever you need me."
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