The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Upon hearing Shen Yao's candid answer, Fang Yunci showed no disappointment or disdain. Instead, he smiled gently, his eyes filled with understanding, or even tolerance.

"It's normal not to understand."

His tone was calm, without any hint of condescension. "Contemporary art often focuses more on the expression of the artist's personal emotions and the transmission of ideas. The forms are relatively abstract, which can indeed create a sense of distance for those who are new to it."

As he walked side by side with Shen Yao toward the parking lot outside the art center, he patiently explained to her the characteristics and appreciation angles of several common contemporary art movements in simple terms.

Instead of being deliberately mysterious, the speaker used vivid metaphors and clear logic to explain those obscure concepts by combining some specific works from the exhibition hall.

His voice was warm and pleasant, and he was very knowledgeable. His words naturally revealed a composure and charm unique to mature men.

Shen Yao followed beside him, listening attentively, secretly admiring him and also quietly letting out a sigh of relief.

It seems he didn't mind her ignorance; on the contrary, he was willing to guide her.

While I breathed a sigh of relief, a deeper sense of frustration quietly welled up inside me.

Fang Yunci's attitude was perfect from beginning to end.

Gentle, patient, polite, and knowledgeable, like a kind and guiding teacher instructing a studious but still somewhat immature student.

The way he looked at her showed appreciation, tolerance, and even a hint of interest in young people, but there was no trace of the possessive and affectionate special attention a man might show a woman.

He is like a bottomless lake, with a gentle surface, but you never know what lies beneath, and you can never stir up even the slightest ripple.

This unfathomable and unshakeable feeling left Shen Yao feeling powerless.

If the first man she encountered was someone like him, Shen Yao couldn't help but feel a little scared. She thought that her little tricks and cleverness would probably not even make a ripple. They would be completely seen through and politely rejected.

In contrast, Xiang Yuchuan, a young master from a prominent family but with a relatively simple mind, was easier for her to approach and control.

Thankful. That was her truest feeling at that moment.

Fortunately, I started by "practicing" with Xiang Yuchuan, which gave me the experience and resources to have the confidence to explore a higher level of man like Fang Yunci.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Fang Yunci's driver was already waiting by the car.

"Where is Miss Shen going? Do you need a ride?" Fang Yunci stopped and asked politely.

Shen Yao quickly waved her hand, her face full of gratitude: "No need, no need, Mr. Fang, my school isn't far from here, I can go back by myself. Thank you for your guidance today, I've learned a lot."

"You're welcome." Fang Yunci nodded slightly, his smile still gentle and polite. "Then... goodbye."

Goodbye, Mr. Fang.

After saying goodbye to Fang Yunci, Shen Yao turned around, preparing to leave this place that had caused her so many emotional ups and downs.

As she walked, she quickly reviewed her performance in her mind: although she was a bit flustered at the beginning, she handled the rest of the situation quite well, at least she didn't leave a bad impression...

She had only taken a few steps when that warm and pleasant voice rang out behind her again, with a casual tone that seemed to come on a whim:

"Miss Shen, please wait a moment."

Shen Yao paused in her steps.

What is he planning to do now?

This man is completely unpredictable.

She turned around with a mixture of doubt and politeness.

Fang Yunci did not get out of the car, but simply lowered the rear window.

The dim lighting in the parking lot cast shadows over his handsome face, making his features appear even more defined and his expression increasingly enigmatic. Only his eyes, in the darkness, still held a gentle smile, yet it was impossible to discern the true emotions beneath that smile.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Fang?" Shen Yao took two steps closer, tilted her head slightly, and asked.

Fang Yunci looked at her, the curve of his lips seeming to deepen slightly:

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered what happened with Yunzhou in the summit lounge last time. Thanks to your quick thinking, I've been wanting to thank you properly, but I rushed back to Beijing and didn't have time."

He paused, his gaze calmly settling on Shen Yao's face, and extended an invitation: "I'll probably be staying in Shanghai for a few more days this time. I wonder when Miss Shen would be free? Perhaps I could treat you to a simple meal as a formal way of thanking you?"

Shen Yao's heart began to race uncontrollably.

What a twist of fate!

Just now she felt that Fang Yunci had no romantic feelings for her and his attitude was distant like that of a teacher. How come he suddenly offered to invite her to dinner?

And under the guise of "thanking" Xie Yunzhou for saving him last time? This reason is both plausible and intriguing.

Was he genuinely just trying to express his gratitude? Or was it just an excuse to get closer to her?

She quickly glanced at Fang Yunci's expression, trying to find a clue.

His facial expressions were impeccable; they were gentle and sincere, yet carried a sense of distance, revealing no extra emotions whatsoever.

The fog is thick.

But regardless, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! A legitimate chance to speak with Fang Yunci alone! Whatever his motives, she had to seize it!

Shen Yao's face lit up with a sweet smile that was both flattered and a little shy: "Mr. Fang, you're too kind. It was just a small favor. I feel embarrassed by your kindness."

She lowered her head slightly, twisting the hem of her down jacket with her fingers, displaying a girlish charm. Then she raised her bright eyes, looking expectant: "However, if Mr. Fang doesn't mind the trouble, I would be honored."

"No trouble at all." Fang Yunci smiled, seemingly satisfied with her reaction. "Then, Miss Shen, would it be convenient for you to leave your contact information? I'll contact you once I've confirmed the time and place."

"Okay." Shen Yao gave her mobile phone number.

Fang Yunci gestured to the driver beside him, who immediately took out his phone and respectfully wrote down the number.

"Okay, I'll contact you again." Fang Yunci nodded slightly to her, and the car window slowly rolled up, blocking out his inscrutable face.

This time, the car actually started and smoothly drove away from the parking lot, disappearing into the night.