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How should one explain it? Perhaps just say that he had just returned to the dormitory after taking a shower.
Zhou Minshi quickly buttoned up his shirt, hiding his smile and restoring his serious demeanor. But in the next moment, he found it hard to smile at all.
The door swung open, and Zhou Minshi's racing heart slowed down, only to come to a sudden halt. A painful pressure filled his chest as dark feelings of jealousy and resentment quietly took root within him, growing into sharp branches that wrapped around his anxious heart.
Next to Zheng Mengni stood a well-dressed man—her fiancé, Wei Jingxi. But hadn’t their relationship always been rocky? Why was he here with her now? Zhou Minshi's gaze remained fixed on Zheng Mengni, his eyes reflecting a deep gloom.
In contrast, Zheng Mengni looked simple yet elegant in a classic short-sleeved top and light blue straight-leg pants, her feet adorned with expensive-looking sneakers whose brand Zhou Minshi couldn’t identify. Without any makeup, her stunning beauty was still breathtaking; her features were soft, her skin flawless, and her long black hair casually tied back.
She was beautiful—no matter how many times he looked at her, he could never tire of it. Yet the sight was somewhat jarring.
Wei Jingxi leaned lazily against Zheng Mengni, their hands intertwined in a seemingly casual gesture that exuded possessiveness.
“Ni Ni, if you want to learn painting, just tell me! There are so many renowned teachers for you to choose from,” Wei Jingxi said nonchalantly, his tone shifting unexpectedly. “Why did you come to this small art studio? By the way, where’s the teacher you mentioned? I’d like to meet them; they must be a well-established instructor with decades of experience to have caught your eye.”
He pretended not to know anything as he glanced around, even giving the trash can several looks, but he didn’t spare Zhou Minshi a single glance.
Wei Jingxi came from a prominent background and had a strong sense of class distinction since childhood; he truly looked down on someone like Zhou Minshi, a poor scholarship student. Yet he couldn’t understand why Zheng Mengni would seek out someone like him to teach her painting.
Most likely that poor kid had ulterior motives—hoping to climb the social ladder by getting close to the innocent Zheng Mengni. Hiding his sordid intentions behind the pretense of teaching art as an excuse to meet her.
Wei Jingxi despised men who used women to advance themselves; moreover, this Jian Ren was targeting his fiancée. Did these Jian Ren really think he was dead if he wasn’t around?
How dare they take advantage of his absence to flirt with his wife? They were truly asking for trouble.
Zheng Mengni pulled her hand away and walked forward, approaching Zhou Minshi with an air of confidence as she introduced them.
“Zhou, this is my fiancé, Wei Jingxi. He specifically took time off to accompany me to class.”
Wei Jingxi, this is the teacher I mentioned to you. His painting talent is exceptional, and his works are on par with those esteemed professors you speak of.
As Zheng Mengni spoke, Wei Jingxi casually strolled over with his hands in his pockets, a frown on his face as he let out a derisive snort. His arrogant gaze lingered on Zhou Minshi, assessing him from head to toe.
Zhou Minshi's hair was tousled, and he wore some cheap cologne that reeked of poor taste. This was a trick Wei Jingxi had long since tired of, yet this damned vixen still dared to flaunt it.
"Achoo!"
Wei Jingxi pretended to sneeze dramatically, not even bothering to cover his mouth, deliberately spraying Zhou Minshi with spit.
Zheng Mengni quickly stepped back. "Are you still allergic? Where's your mask?"
Wei Jingxi rubbed his nose. "It's fine now; I just don't know what strange smell is in the air that’s making my nose itch so badly. Ni Ni, the air quality here isn’t great; how about I take you somewhere else to study?"
Zhou Minshi felt uneasy; it seemed he had indeed been caught. The anger bubbled within him as he glanced at Zheng Mengni, unable to express the pain of having his pride trampled in front of someone he liked.
Zheng Mengni's eyes were clear and clean as she fixed her gaze on Wei Jingxi. "It’s probably just the strong smell of paint; maybe you shouldn’t stay with me."
"That won’t do." Wei Jingxi thought Zheng Mengni could smell that cheap perfume too, but judging by her reaction, she seemed oblivious or indifferent. If he pressed further, it would come off as petty.
After a moment of contemplation, Wei Jingxi smiled and said, "I’ll just sit nearby and play on my phone for a bit. You focus on your painting; it’s all good."
With that, he rubbed his nose again, putting on an expression that suggested he would do anything for love.
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