Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 32 Why haven't you replied to my messages?
The Ming family prided themselves on being respectable people and disdained to argue with Ming Hua.

In the end, they called in several bodyguards to guard the entrance of Minghua.

"You have to go tomorrow, whether you like it or not."

"I advise you to try to curry favor with General Manager Zhang, otherwise you won't want to know what will happen to you."

Standing at the bedroom door, Zhuang Mei looked at Ming Hua with a warning expression.

"What will happen?"

Minghua countered with a question, raising her eyebrows slightly, her expression both wild and wicked.

"Humph."

Zhuang Mei snorted coldly and remained silent.

According to the original plan, naturally all the powerful and influential people on the main star would get involved.

Beauty should naturally be used to maximize benefits.

However, since President Zhang had connections and directly proposed to marry Minghua, they had no choice but to back down.

If Minghua fails to get close to General Manager Zhang, she'll face serious consequences later.

Mingzhu looked at Minghua gently and said, "Little sister, get some rest tonight."

"Although Mr. Zhang is much older than us, there are advantages to being older; he is more caring."

"You're so considerate, would you like some?"

Minghua immediately retorted.

Little did she know that this seemingly innocent woman was watching her make a fool of herself.

Sure enough, Mingzhu's expression changed instantly after her retort.

She prides herself on being the empire's only "S"-level healer, and is always fawned over wherever she goes. Her future husband is also always above top figures in the empire like Fu Shizheng.

Even someone like President Zhang, who might covet her, wouldn't dare to get close to her.

Minghua was the first person to actually dare to compare the two of them, and Mingzhu, who was still pretending, couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Hmph, sharp-tongued, I'll wait and see what happens to you."

*
Second day

Under the watchful eyes of ten bodyguards, Minghua was forced to go to Jun Yiqing's art exhibition to meet with President Zhang.

The person was already short and fat, but wearing a black and red outfit made him look even more like a chubby black dumpling.

The chubby dumpling was quite proud, believing that Minghua had no healing power and that it was a blessing to be noticed by him.

Anger flashed in Minghua's eyes when she saw her arrive with bodyguards, but it quickly turned into smugness.

He thought Minghua was from a garbage planet, that she was ignorant and unaware of her own strength, so he prepared to show off and gain Minghua's admiring gaze.

"Let's go, Miss Ming. I'm afraid you've never been to an art exhibition like this before. Let me show you around today."

Mr. Zhang's tone carried his usual aristocratic arrogance. Jun Yiqing's art exhibition was extremely grand. Because it could alleviate mental energy disturbances, a single ticket could be sold for an astronomical price. The venue was a replica of an ancient palace specially approved by the empire.

The palace was magnificent and imposing just from its exterior. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Minghua's face, on this girl who had only recently been brought back from the garbage planet and had little worldly experience.

I hoped to see a look of shock and disbelief on her face.

But clearly, to everyone's disappointment, Minghua's expression was extremely calm.

She traveled from the modern era, and saw all sorts of magnificent and grand buildings: the majestic Great Wall, the historically rich Forbidden City, and the bustling Tang Dynasty City that never sleeps.

This pearl, the culmination of countless craftsmen's hard work, still shines brightly throughout the long river of history, far surpassing the haphazardly pieced-together buildings before us.

She didn't utter a single word of criticism about whether it was Chinese or foreign; that's already a good thing.

"Let's go, what are you standing there for?" Minghua took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the art exhibition. Suddenly, she frowned and looked at the bodyguards following behind her, asking in a questioning tone:
"By the way, are you coming in with me too?"

The art exhibition tickets were incredibly expensive, and the Ming family spent a fortune to acquire two tickets in order to make this happen.

How could several bodyguards possibly go in with them?

The leader answered instantly:
"Miss, you and Mr. Zhang can go in without worry. We'll be waiting outside. Please feel free to call us if you need anything."

Oh, waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.

This is because they anticipated Minghua's escape and prepared in advance.

Minghua raised an eyebrow, nodded thoughtfully, and went inside.

It must be said that Jun Yiqing's painting skills are indeed quite good. Even though Minghua has not studied it systematically, she can still feel the cool and aloof feeling emanating from the painting when she stands in front of it.

She's exactly the same person as him.

She was aloof and cold, standing in the middle of a crowd and surrounded by people, yet she felt extremely distant.

It was as if no matter how prosperous the world was, he remained untouched by it.

Just then, Mr. Zhang finally caught up from behind. When he saw the painting that Minghua was looking at, he immediately became smug and wanted to show off.

"Hey, this painting isn't very good either. Look here, it's all dark and gloomy, the colors are too deep. Logically speaking, it should have some bright colors, something bright and cheerful, that would make you feel comfortable."

"I also studied painting for a few years and I'm not bad at it. If Miss Ming likes it, you can come to my home for a visit after this is over."

Mr. Zhang's blunt words reached the ears of tourists standing not far away, quietly admiring the paintings, drawing surprised glances from several of them. He was utterly humiliated without even realizing it.

And yet, he studied painting for several years.

"Mr. Zhang, although Teacher Jun's painting uses dark colors, look at the brushstrokes, they are elegant and show a spirit of perseverance, like the proud plum blossom in ancient Earth. Even though it is in darkness, it still yearns for the light and never gives up."

"It's extremely artistic; if you changed the color, you wouldn't achieve the same effect."

Don't be fooled by the fact that Jun Yiqing is now a highly sought-after painter in the empire, with a single painting easily fetching millions.

However, his background was not good either. He grew up in a slum and only got to where he is today because of his outstanding abilities and talents.

While others were looking at paintings to relax their minds, Minghua saw through the paintings and understood Jun Yiqing's inner world at a glance.

Mr. Zhang's face immediately fell after being ridiculed. He had wanted to show off, but Ming Hua was even more impressive than him. The occasional glances from people around him, as if they were watching a good show, only made him angrier, and he started to speak recklessly.

"A piece of trash who came back from a garbage planet thinks he can be the real deal just because he read some comments on the StarNet and memorized them in advance? Ha, what a joke."

Do you even know what appreciation means?

"If she doesn't understand, then what are you?"

A chilling male voice came from behind; it was Jun Yiqing, who had rushed over after receiving news that Minghua was attending an art exhibition.

The tall man stood beside Minghua, looking like he was there to support her. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his thin lips parted slightly:

"Troublemakers are not welcome here, Mr. Zhang, please leave."

Because of the special nature of Jun Yiqing's paintings, the military has specially assigned security to prevent anyone from suddenly going crazy and snatching the paintings.

Upon hearing Jun Yiqing's order, two soldiers in pure black combat uniforms stepped forward and gestured for Zhang to proceed.

This was done in front of everyone; they kicked Mr. Zhang out.

Seeing this, the other tourists present, fearing something might happen, quickly moved to other exhibition halls.

Jun Yiqing, on the contrary, acted as if nothing had happened. He turned to look at Ming Hua, and his cold, snow-like aura instantly warmed up, his eyebrows and eyes trembling.

I thought you wouldn't come.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages yesterday?"

(End of this chapter)