Summer Kiss

Chapter 14 Visiting the Art Studio
Fu Xicheng clasped his hands together, his tone slightly teasing, "Miss Jiang, do you trust me that much? If I had added something to this drink, you would probably regret it."

Jiang Yuning bit down on the straw and swallowed a sweet piece of mango.

Seeing Jiang Yuning's dazed expression, Fu Xicheng laughed without any regard for his image.

"I was just kidding. But you need to be extra careful in the future. Never drink anything a man brings if you've only met him a few times, and don't go with him casually. If he drug you and sells you to some remote mountain village, you'll be crying your eyes out every day."

Jiang Yuning raised her head and asked weakly, "Can I still escape now?"

Fu Xicheng walked to Jiang Yuning's side and murmured, "There's no escaping it."

Jiang Yuning took a step back, moving further away from Fu Xicheng, and continued drinking her mango pomelo sago.

"Miss Jiang, did you hear what I said clearly? A young woman alone outside needs to be extra careful about her safety."

Jiang Yuning nodded. "Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Fu. I know you're not that kind of person."

is it?

Not necessarily.

Fu Xicheng looked down and saw several messages on WeChat. He didn't reply, but instead put his phone on silent.

He smiled slightly. "Let me show Miss Jiang around this studio."

The studio was clean and tidy, with paintings hanging on the white walls and several works on the floor that had not yet been hung up.

When he stood in front of each painting, Fu Xicheng would always tell one vivid story after another with humorous words.

Jiang Yuning listened attentively to his story. She had never imagined that behind each painting was a story unknown to others.

For a long time, Fu Xicheng did all the talking, and Jiang Yuning listened.

At this moment, Jiang Yuning suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Fu has excellent eloquence. If you were to sell the building, you would definitely be able to sell out all the floors."

Does Jiang Yuning mean for him to go into sales?

It seems he has the potential to be a salesperson, but even if he sold the entire building, I'm afraid no one could afford a salesperson like him.

Fu Xicheng was slightly taken aback, then laughed, "To see Miss Jiang smiling so brightly, it seems I've provided excellent service."

Jiang Yuning touched her face, met Fu Xicheng's smiling gaze, and whispered, "Is it that obvious?"

Fu Xicheng was in a good mood, and he nodded.

Upon reaching the drinking fountain, Fu Xicheng poured two glasses of water and handed one to Jiang Yuning.

Jiang Yuning took a small sip of water, then found a chair and sat down.

"Mr. Fu, thank you very much today. If it weren't for you, I might have done something drastic."

Fu Xicheng said humorously, "So, Miss Jiang, how do you plan to thank me? It's almost noon, aren't you going to do something to express your gratitude?"

Jiang Yuning's lips unconsciously curled up as she glanced at the time on her phone.

"I'll treat Mr. Fu to dinner later."

Fu Xicheng's lips curved into a beautiful smile; he had achieved his goal for the day.

"Excuse me, Miss Jiang, did you take a day off to relax?"

Jiang Yuning didn't understand what Fu Xicheng intended, so she simply nodded.

She glanced at her watch, somewhat lost in thought. She hadn't expected to spend so much time in an art studio with a man.

What happened to her?
Does Fu Xicheng really have that much charm?
Fu Xicheng's eyes flashed, and he began to make his own plans.

"If Miss Jiang doesn't have any plans this afternoon, she can paint freely in the studio and paint whatever comes to mind. Perhaps that will ease the pressure." Jiang Yuning wanted to refuse, but the words caught in her throat as she remembered the many stories Fu Xicheng had told her to cheer her up.

She was torn, but ultimately, she made a decision.

"Then we'll listen to Mr. Fu. I probably won't be painting for too long this afternoon."

"It's alright. Whether she paints here or not, and for how long, is Miss Jiang's right. I can't interfere."

Fu Xicheng's words were like a gentle spring breeze, warm yet respectful, stirring ripples in Jiang Yuning's heart.

From this perspective alone, she had a very good impression of Fu Xicheng.

Jiang Yuning nodded, indicating her acceptance.

Fu Xicheng took out his phone and shared the restaurant location with Jiang Yuning.

Jiang Yuning glanced at the general location, then looked up and said, "Mr. Fu, please wait a moment. My car is nearby. Please lock the door first, and I will come to pick you up in a while."

Fu Xicheng: "Okay."

As soon as Jiang Yuning left, Xie Linzhou and Qi Shubai, who had been hiding in the car, got out and walked into the studio together.

Xie Linzhou pushed open the door, leaned against the wall, and started chattering like firecrackers.

"Brother, you're really not being fair. You're not even replying to my WeChat messages because of Miss Jiang."

"I was just about to push the door open when you glared at me and stopped me in my tracks. How could I be so smart? I immediately understood what you meant. How could I dare to disturb your time alone with Miss Jiang? Where else in your life can you find a good brother like me?"

Fu Xicheng pinched the bridge of his nose, raised his finger and pointed to the paintings on the wall, "Take whichever painting on the wall you like, I won't stop you."

Xie Linzhou was immediately incredulous, as Fu Xicheng had always been difficult to talk to.

"When did you become such a nice person?"

The next second, Xie Linzhou was slapped in the face by Fu Xicheng: "Remember to scan the code to pay after you move out."

Qi Shubai burst into laughter. He patted Xie Linzhou on the shoulder, his handsome face showing a sympathetic expression. "Linzhou, I told you not to talk so much. You always have to let Xi Cheng say a few words to you before you feel comfortable."

Xie Linzhou angrily spat out two words, "Shut up."

Qi Shubai came to see Fu Xicheng today with a purpose: his grandfather is about to turn eighty, and he came specifically to find Fu Xicheng to choose a painting.

“Xi Cheng, I don’t want Lin Zhou, I want you. I heard that all the paintings here were bought back at high prices from overseas auctions. Aren’t you afraid that someone will steal them by hanging them so casually in the shop?”

Since Fu Xicheng dared to hang it up, he wasn't afraid of it being stolen. Even if someone stole it, he had a way to make that person return it automatically.

"Surveillance is everywhere."

Qi Shubai agreed, "My grandfather likes paintings by Anderlu from Y country, do you have any here?"

Fu Xicheng stroked his chin, thinking for a moment, "There isn't one here, but I do have one at my villa in the suburbs. I'll take a picture of it for you when we get back tonight, and you can get it if you like."

Qi Shubai made an OK sign.

Fu Xicheng glanced down at his watch, then took a few steps toward the door. Standing at the doorway, he could see outside more clearly.

At this moment, Jiang Yuning's car slowly drove towards them.

Fu Xicheng tossed a large padlock on the table to Xie Linzhou, who was closest to him, and earnestly instructed him, "Remember to lock the door for me when you leave later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Xicheng left the studio with the speed of the wind.

(End of this chapter)