Unscientific Love

Wu Qian, wearing a low-cut lace bodycon dress, stepped forward and politely declined.

"What's the point of exhibiting it if we're not selling it?"

……

The moment he uttered those words, everyone turned to look at him. They saw the bald, middle-aged man in a suit, his eyes narrowing as he sized up Wu Qian's figure, his pupils dilating.

"Get away!"

He gave the bald man a hard shove on the shoulder.

A boy in a black shirt quickly ran over, stood in front of Wu Qian, and shielded her with his hand, gesturing for her to step back.

The two people were standing in a painting hanging on the wall of the exhibition hall, depicting two women sitting on a sofa, their beautiful legs intertwined and playing.

Here, naturally, are self-portraits of Lin Yan'er and Wu Qian.

At that time, Ao Ye discovered that the main exhibits in the exhibition hall were paintings by his senior depicting their innocent love during their time together, while some everyday photos were hanging on the walls.

As for why she held the exhibition, 1. It was her mentor's suggestion and requirement to increase her visibility; 2. Lin Yan'er was thinking about her means of making a living. She had previously painted a portrait for a female entrepreneur and received 5 yuan directly. She also wanted to become independent as soon as possible, to leave her mother's control, and to survive.

Moreover, these paintings all depict the innocent theme of a young couple in a close relationship, so there's nothing wrong with them being appreciated.

I never expected that something like this would happen just as it was coming to an end.

"Oh, you're playing the hero, aren't you? You think I won't have my lawyer sue you until you're bankrupt after you pushed me?"

The bald, middle-aged man staggered back a few steps, muttering "Who is it?" He then saw a young man who looked like a student and began to threaten him.

"Apologize."

The boy in the black shirt had distinct features and a serious expression.

"Apologize? Are you tired of living? You want me to apologize? Get out of my way!"

The bald man tried to push the boy in front of him aside, but found that the other man had a strong grip and was actually pulling his hand away.

"I'll count to three, apologize, and leave."

"one."

Regardless of the other party's reaction, Ao Ye continued counting.

"two."

"What the hell! Trying to scare me? So what if you shouted '3'? I bought a ticket and came in legally. Appreciating the artwork is my legitimate right. And you want me to apologize? What did I do?"

"three."

The bald man was still arrogantly offering his reasons, but the next moment, with a "slap," his face burned with embarrassment; he had already finished counting the three numbers.

"Damn it, you hit me?"

"You want to hit me?"

The bald, middle-aged man, with a large belly, seemed unable to believe that he had encountered such a thing. He was about to fight back, but Ao Ye quickly grabbed him by the collar with his arm outstretched. The bald man waved his limbs and shouted, "I! I!"

Gritting his teeth.

At the same time, Lin Yan'er walked over, and Wu Qian tugged at Ao Ye's hand, which was in his pocket, looking nervous.

"Don't make things worse..."

"This person doesn't look like someone to mess with..."

Then Ao Ye picked up the phone and called the police, saying, "Hello, this is Hall C of the Dragon Art Museum in Miura Ward. I have apprehended a harassing suspect. Please send officers to help me handle this."

After the call is finished.

Turning his head, a youthful yet handsome and cold face stared at Wu Qian's somewhat panicked beautiful eyes and said sharply, "She just harassed you, didn't she?"

Ao Ye glanced at Wu Qian and gestured.

Wu Qian, wearing black Valentino stockings and high heels, was stunned for a moment, but the next second she said directly, "Yes, he just harassed me, you bastard."

Boom!

Wu Qian also slapped the middle-aged man.

……

"He was just about to sexually assault you!"

Understanding Ao Ye's meaning, Wu Qian immediately realized, "Yes, what's there to be afraid of? It was this guy who was disrespectful first."

But then, the middle-aged man covered his face and spat. He wanted to fight back, but he found that as soon as he was about to make a move, the male student in front of him was watching him with sharp, calm and quick eyes—it seemed that he wouldn't get any advantage.

After Ao Ye finished recounting what had happened, he said, "Please come over as soon as possible. This person is so bold in public; who knows what kind of trouble he might cause?"

After finishing the call, the person on the other end said, "Okay, we're waiting here, along with other witnesses."

The middle-aged man realized something was wrong; the male student and the beautiful woman behind him were definitely in cahoots. He continued arrogantly, "Fine! I'll remember you. Don't let me run into you again, or you'll pay for what you did today!"

After shouting arrogantly, he turned around and left.

Seeing the other person staggering, Ao Ye sneered and shook his head: "Coward."

At the same time, he turned his head and looked at Wu Qian, who had walked over and was ready to help at any moment, while he kept praising her.

"Junior Ao, you're amazing! You solved it so quickly?"

Wu Qian was incredulous. She realized from what had just happened that the bastard seemed to have ulterior motives towards her, which was disgusting. She figured such things were inevitable and that a firm refusal would be best, but she also knew it wouldn't end so quickly. Then, a tall boy appeared and shielded her.

"The best way to deal with this kind of scoundrel is to make him realize the danger."

As Ao Ye spoke, he put his phone into his pocket.

Meanwhile, the senior student on the other side crossed her arms, exuding a queen-like aura, and said in her light pink strappy glass high heels, "That's good. When the police come later, you can go and give your statement."

But Ao Ye immediately smiled and said, "Alright, it's good that your art exhibition has come to a successful end. It was just a little incident. But since you painted so many of my paintings, are you going to stay with me?"

Ao Ye made a joke.

"Don't flatter yourself. A man should prioritize his career. You need to take good care of Chuchu."

……

You wouldn't believe it until I told you! I almost jumped up and down when I found out. I said I was going home last night, but I ended up going camping with my senior.

There were no messages from the sweet girl on my phone. Tomorrow is Monday, and she's going to training camp again.

We need to get back quickly.

—When it comes to sweet girls, Ao Ye always feels indebted.

Who is Chu Chu?

This was the first time Wu Qian had heard this name; it sounded like a young girl's.

"My roommate."

Ao Ye shrugged. He was currently participating in the "Manufacturing 505" girl group audition.

"Roommate, how old are you?"

"18."

"So you're only a few months apart in age, wow, you're even keeping a mistress in a gilded cage."

"Forget it, their relationship can't be explained in a few words," Lin Yan'er said.

Wu Qian's initial elation upon landing suddenly turned into a surge of joy.

Can't quite explain it?

Chapter 287 What time was it? Did she come back last night? (Thank you for your suggestions)

"Beep, beep~"

"Goodness, why isn't Chu Chu answering the phone?"

After leaving the Dragon Art Museum, a senior student, dressed in a subtly sexy pair of cropped jeans and silk stockings, suggested we go to a Western restaurant for dinner.

I'm so glad my junior and best friend were here today; otherwise, I don't know how long it would have taken to resolve such a difficult situation.

Ten minutes ago, a police officer came over to investigate the situation and gave some instructions. Ao Ye left his phone number, and his senior sister then took his car to take the two of them to a high-end restaurant for dinner.

But when I called the sweet girl, she didn't answer.

Ao Ye suddenly became extremely anxious.

"How about we go to your house and take a look first?"

Lin Yan'er noticed Ao Ye's anxiety and looked over with her beautiful eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, let's hope nothing happens. We can invite your sister to eat together."

Wu Qian, who was wearing a lace dress in the passenger seat, also made the suggestion.

As she got into the car and fastened her seatbelt, she hummed a song and comfortably crossed her beautiful legs. Her long, slender legs, clad in black stockings and high heels, swayed freely up and down, their pale whiteness barely visible through the thin black stockings.

"Okay, I'll send the navigation to your phone first, senior."

It was already 20 p.m.

As night falls, the streetlights intertwine and flash frequently, bustling with traffic and people.

After calling Chu Chu seven times in a row, but no one answered, Ao Ye's heart began to pound.

……

He felt he needed to go back immediately.

So I said, "Okay, senior, let me get off the bus. You guys go eat first. I'm worried something might happen to Chuchu."

At this moment, two thoughts subconsciously arose in Ao Ye's mind:

1. This girl, is she up to something strange again? Did she forget to check her phone?

There have been previous cases where someone did something very dangerous on the rooftop while still living in a small, dilapidated house.

2. Something happened.

"Why are you getting off the bus? Do you treat us like outsiders?"

Lin Yan'er said.