The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

It was almost noon before it was Jiang Duo's and the other four students' turn to experience it.

Xie Shuheng stood on the periphery of the crowd, his gaze returning from the direction of the snuff bottle, his eyes as deep as an ancient well.

He walked straight up to a male classmate who was standing behind Jiang Duo, took the Patek Philippe from his wrist, and placed it in the other person's hand.

"Here, take this watch," he said, his voice low but carrying an undeniable air of authority. "Give me your spot to experience it."

The boy was caught off guard when a cold, heavy object was shoved into his hand, and he froze on the spot.

He looked down at the expensive watch in his hand, then looked up to meet Xie Shuheng's phoenix eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't. He felt it was burning hot and dared not take it back.

He swallowed hard and said tremblingly, "Senior Xie... I didn't expect you to be interested in this too. You go ahead and try it, I'll just queue up again."

Xie Shuheng did not give him another chance to refuse. He pressed the watch firmly into Jiang Duo's palm, then turned around and calmly sat down next to Jiang Duo.

Jiang Duo turned his head to look at his empty wrist, his expression indifferent.

"You're quite generous."

Xie Shuheng's phoenix eyes curved into a smile, and the corners of his mouth curled into an ambiguous arc.

"Didn't you also wait in line for a long time? Your time is worth more than my watch."

Yin Kuo stood to the side, looking down at his watch.

Richard Miller, it cost several million; he saved up his allowance for a long time to buy it.

Xie Shuheng is ill, so he won't keep him company.

"Well," Yin Kuo cleared his throat and took two steps back, "I'll go take a look over there. You two can enjoy yourselves."

Yin Kuo found a spot not too far from them and sat down by himself.

Another round of interactive inner painting experience begins.

Even without looking up, Shen Ci could feel Jiang Duo's gaze on her.

His gaze was direct and focused, burning like fire across every inch of her skin, carrying an undeniable presence.

She remembered how, in the past, whenever he looked at her like that, she would get so nervous that her fingertips would tremble, and she would unconsciously lower her head to avoid his gaze.

But since she figured it out, she no longer panics like before.

She merely raised her eyelashes slightly, briefly meeting that burning gaze before naturally looking away, as if she were looking at an ordinary participant.

A perfectly curved smile played on her lips, polite yet aloof: "Thank you all for participating. Please familiarize yourselves with the hook pen in your hands."

Jiang Duo's Adam's apple bobbed, and a dark undercurrent surged in his eyes, but he ultimately said nothing.

Xie Shuheng "cut in line," which surprised Shen Ci.

However, she quickly suppressed this emotion, assuming that this senior Xie was simply showing some interest in the art of inside painting itself.

She stopped thinking about it and simply followed the procedure, explaining the basic operation method of inner painting to the students who came to experience it.

"The difficulty of inside painting lies in the reverse brushstroke." Her voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "The image we see is on the inner wall of the bottle, so when you put pen to paper, you have to go from right to left, which is completely opposite to our usual writing habits."

As she explained, she picked up the sander she was demonstrating with.

A slender brush tip probes into the bottle opening, traversing the narrow inner space, its tip turning and the ink varying in shades.

She has demonstrated it several times and is quite familiar with the process. Moreover, she has also received individual instruction from Master Yang.

With just a few strokes, a graceful butterfly vividly spreads its wings inside the pot, as if it's about to burst out of the pot at any moment.

"Wow—" exclaimed a student who was experiencing it.

Shen Ci smiled slightly and pushed the demonstration pot over: "Everyone can try to draw simple lines first, there's no need to rush."

She turned to tidy up the paints, when suddenly she heard a voice from her side—

"Junior Shen is truly multi-talented," Xie Shuheng stared at her, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze shimmering like a deep, unfathomable pool of still water, "somewhat...unusual."

The tone carried a hint of admiration, a hint of inquiry, and a touch of something else entirely.

Shen Ci always felt that there was something hidden in his words.

Without pausing her work, Shen Ci slightly turned her head to meet his half-smiling gaze, and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Thank you for your compliment."

Xie Shuheng did not respond immediately. His phoenix eyes, which always held a hint of lazy smile, narrowed slightly and looked directly at Shen Ci's face without any hesitation.

Previously, to avoid suspicion, he rarely looked Shen Ci up and down so openly and meticulously.

But now, when he truly calmed down and carefully traced her eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of amazement.

She sat there quietly, her eyelashes lowered, her expression focused and serene.

Between those cool and aloof eyes, there was not a trace of flattery or restlessness, but rather a purity untouched by worldly dust.

As Xie Shuheng watched, the smile on his lips gradually faded, but his eyes grew increasingly profound.

He suddenly felt that she herself was quite similar to the orchid in the ancient painting.

Aloof and detached, yet subtly revealing an undeniable elegance and integrity...

Now that they were closer, Jiang Duo could sense that Shen Ci had truly changed.

Her eyes were unusually calm, without any emotion or warmth.

She looked at him no differently than she would at the students next to her—the same politeness, the same focus, the same aloofness.

Jiang Duo tightened his grip on the brush, his knuckles turning white.

He always felt that her change didn't seem to be simply because he was angry at her impulsive behavior on her birthday.

As time ticked by, Jiang Duo stared at the strangely shaped, dark ink stains on the surface of the frosted teapot in his hand, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Painting inside the body was much more difficult than he had imagined.

He had to admit that he had absolutely no talent in this area.

He simply gave up and gently placed the pen on the table.

After finally getting through this round of experiences, Shen Ci whispered a few words to her classmates before turning around and going to the restroom.

When she came out, Jiang Duo, who was waiting outside, grabbed her wrist and pulled her quickly to a dimly lit, secluded spot at the end of the corridor.

He lowered his eyes, staring intently at her, his voice tinged with a barely perceptible tension: "Why haven't you texted me these past few days? Are you still angry with me?"

Shen Ci stood quietly in place. She did not answer, but raised her hand, her movements gentle yet with an undeniable force, and slowly pushed away Jiang Duo's hand that was tightly gripping her arm.

Then, she met his gaze and said calmly, "Senior Jiang, you've come at the right time. I do have something I want to say to you."

Looking at her calm, even resolute eyes, Jiang Duo's heart skipped a beat.

A strong, almost out-of-control panic gripped him instantly.

Just as she parted her lips slightly, Jiang Duo suddenly raised a hand and covered her mouth without hesitation.

He lowered his head, his forehead almost touching hers, his voice low and husky, yet filled with an undeniable stubbornness: "I told you, I won't break up."