The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

As soon as Shen Ci finished speaking, the previously noisy classmates fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and someone gasped.

All eyes darted back and forth between Shen Ci and Jiang Duo, their expressions filled with disbelief.

Shen Ci, a junior student, actually dared to tell Jiang Duo, a senior student, to line up? That's incredibly brave!

However, what shocked them even more was that after hearing this, Jiang Duo simply looked at Shen Ci and remained silent for a moment.

"it is good."

After saying that, he actually turned around, took long strides, and obediently walked to the waiting area for the experience, where he sat down quietly.

"Jiang actually went to queue up..."

"Did the sun rise in the west?"

"Jiang actually listens to her?"

Whispers spread like ripples on water, and some even raised their phones to take pictures. Eyes darted back and forth between Jiang Duo and Shen Ci.

Shen Ci seemed oblivious, continuing to explain to the students in the inner painting interactive area, her voice still gentle and professional.

"You need to be careful with the strength in your wrist here..."

At the demonstration table, a senior student held a pen, the tip hovering over the bottle opening for a long time, hesitant to put it in.

His wrists trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Junior..." He looked up, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, "I...I can't hold it steady."

"It's okay, I'll demonstrate again."

Upon hearing this, Shen Ci got up, walked around to the side of the experience platform, and bent down slightly.

As she moved, a soft strand of hair slid down her cheek and landed on her fair neck, trembling slightly with her breath.

"Like this," she took the sanding bottle and pen from her senior and patiently demonstrated, "hold the pen handle with your index finger and thumb, and support it with your middle finger underneath. Relax your wrist, don't stiffen it."

The boy stared at her blankly.

As he drew closer, a faint, sweet fragrance lingered around his nose. He even forgot to breathe, as if he had been frozen in place.

"It will be easier if you follow the texture like this."

After Shen Ci finished explaining, she turned her head slightly, her clear eyes filled with patience and encouragement, and softly asked him, "Did you understand?"

"what……"

The senior student snapped out of his daze, his eyes darting around. After a long pause, he swallowed hard, his face flushed, and he stammered, "I...I understood. Thank you, junior."

On the bench in the waiting area, Jiang Duo sat quietly, his gaze never leaving Shen Ci for a moment.

When Jiang Duo saw the boy staring intently at Shen Ci, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement and infatuation, his originally calm eyes instantly darkened.

His knuckles tightened at the edge of the bench, the wood grain digging into his palm and causing a slight stinging sensation.

The air pressure around him visibly decreased, and his eyes were so gloomy that they seemed to freeze over, making him extremely unpleasant to look at.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He frowned and swiped to answer the call. Immediately, Yin Kuo's signature loud voice came through the receiver, so loud it hurt one's eardrums.

"Brother Duo! Are you free today? We're planning to get together in Yanxi, are you coming?"

Jiang Duo didn't even lift his eyelids. He parted his thin lips slightly and coldly uttered two words: "Busy."

"Didn't you already finalize the previous project? Why are you still busy on the weekend?"

Yin Kuo clearly didn't believe it, his tone full of suspicion.

Jiang Duo's gaze remained fixed on that direction, his tone calm:

"I'm in line."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterward, through the microphone, Jiang Duo clearly heard Yin Kuo's cheeky, teasing voice ring out in the background:

"Old Xie, did you hear that? Brother Duo said he's in line..."

A moment later, Yin Kuo's curious and gossipy voice came close to the microphone again, his tone full of excitement: "Brother Duo, where are you queuing up? I want to go see too!"

Jiang Duo pressed the hang-up button expressionlessly, finally finding peace and quiet...

There are five seats in the interactive experience area in front of Shen Ci.

After the previous group finished their experience, the club members who were in the same group as Shen Ci went to the waiting area to count their points.

Jiang Duo arrived early, but there were five students ahead of him.

He needs to wait another round.

The students ahead of him politely declined, all wanting Young Master Jiang to go first, but Jiang Duo refused.

His gaze remained fixed on Shen Ci, who was not far away, and he replied calmly, "I'm not in a hurry."

Time passed by, second by second.

When Yin Kuo and Xie Shuheng arrived, Jiang Duo was still sitting quietly on a bench in the waiting area.

He exuded a low-pressure aura, his brows and eyes were as cold as ice, he looked exactly like a "keep away" Yama.

Yin Kuo was amazed.

He had known Jiang Duo for so many years, and he had never seen him like this before—

Like a pine tree that has been struck by frost, its branches are still stiff, but its leaves are withered.

"Hey," Yin Kuo leaned over and plopped down next to Jiang Duo, winking and lowering his voice, "Brother Duo, are you... feeling wronged waiting in line?"

Jiang Duo glanced at him, his gaze as cold as ice, carrying a silent warning.

Yin Kuo immediately made a zipping motion near his mouth, but his eyes darted around, scanning Jiang Duo's face before glancing towards the inner painting experience area.

Upon seeing Shen Ci, Yin Kuo looked completely enlightened.

Only Little Antique has the ability to frustrate Brother Duo.

Xie Shuheng greeted Jiang Duo and began to stroll around the exhibition hall.

Before he knew it, he had stopped in front of the inside painting exhibition area.

In the very center of the display case is a work by Master Yang, a master of the Beijing-style inside painting.

The meticulous brushwork and elegant colors convey a profound sense of history.

Xie Shuheng had privately collected a few pieces himself, so he could naturally see the intricacies of them.

The works next to it are all student works from intangible cultural heritage clubs.

It's colorful and bold, but not very aesthetically pleasing.

However, as his gaze wandered, it was suddenly fixed on the three snuff bottles arranged in a row.

Compared to the immature student works around them, these three snuff bottles are so beautiful they seem out of place.

Although the brushwork still shows a hint of immaturity, the composition and artistic conception are already quite remarkable.

Xie Shuheng lowered his eyes and glanced at the names on the exhibition label. Unsurprisingly, he saw the words "Shen Ci".

He raised an eyebrow, inwardly sighing: Jiang Duo's girlfriend always manages to bring surprises.

Xie Shuheng had already turned to leave, but when he caught a glimpse of the pattern inside one of the pots, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He narrowed his eyes, then suddenly leaned down, almost pressing his entire body against the glass display case, his gaze fixed intently on the snuff bottle.

The pot is decorated with a painting of a solitary orchid. Although its form is completely different from the orchid in the ancient painting treasured in his study, its aloof and refined spirit is exactly the same.

He held his breath, leaned closer, and scanned the bottle inch by inch until he finally spotted a tiny, almost negligible mark on the lower right side of the orchid—

A personal seal.

It's hand-drawn, with brushstrokes as fine as hair, hidden in the shadows of orchid leaves; you wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

Xie Shuheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

If you magnify this tiny mark, it is exactly the same as the seal on his ancient painting!

His pupils contracted slightly, and a storm raged in his heart.