Chapter 101 Idol Wen Jiming

Ruan Liuzheng's face suddenly turned cold when she saw this.

She looked at Xie Qingcen expressionlessly, with undisguised dissatisfaction between her beautiful eyebrows.

Her pale pink lips gradually pursed into a straight line.

"I brought him in, he didn't mean to peek."

However, just when she was about to question, a strange voice suddenly rang out in the quiet lounge.

It instantly interrupted the anger that was lingering in Ruan Liuzheng's chest.

Ruan Liuzheng was slightly stunned.

She raised her eyes, and her cold eyes lightly bypassed Xie Qingcen and looked directly behind him, her pupils suddenly shrinking.

She blinked in disbelief, and a look of astonishment rarely appeared on her usually indifferent face.

For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

Wen Jiming raised his eyes and looked at Ruan Liuzheng, who was standing there, with a gentle gaze, a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

But when he saw Ruan Liuzheng's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.

He put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and walked over to the two of them, his eyebrows gentle and elegant, his temperament calm.

Although he was already in his fifties, except for the faint appearance of fine lines at the corners of his eyes, his face was as handsome as a young man in his thirties.

He smiled and said, "Qingcen, is this your new girlfriend?"

His tone was natural, without any trace of his previous gaffe.

Xie Qingcen smiled slightly.

He turned sideways, his handsome face slightly serious, and nodded, saying, "Uncle Wen, let me formally introduce you, this is my girlfriend, Ruan Liuzheng."

Xie Qingcen raised the corner of his lips and looked at Wen Jiming steadily, his delicate eyebrows full of seriousness.

The solemnity in his tone represented his attitude towards Ruan Liuzheng.

The Xie and Wen families had been old friends for a long time. Although Xie Wanning was arrogant, she was right about one thing: according to seniority, she should call Wen Jiming uncle.

Xie Qingcen had known Wen Jiming since childhood and could be considered to have grown up under Wen Jiming's watch.

Seniority-wise, he and Wen Jiming were of the same generation, but Wen Jiming's experience and the position he held in Xie Qingcen's heart made it impossible for him to view him as a peer.

The elders of both families had long been accustomed to this and didn't say much, simply letting Xie Qingcen do as he pleased.

Furthermore, they had no power to change Xie Qingcen's mind, especially after he had grown up, when no one in the Xie family dared to restrain him.

Except for his father and mother.

But Xie Qingcen wasn't a mama's boy who obeyed his parents in everything. He respected them without losing his sense of self.

He had his own ideas and opinions, and within the limits of tolerance, he would give them due respect.

However, he was incredibly persistent in certain matters, refusing to concede or even give in to anyone's interference.

Take, for example, his love life.

Wen Jiming had watched Xie Qingcen grow up, and while he didn't fully understand his temperament, he could discern certain things.

At this moment, he quietly gazed at Xie Qingcen before him, clearly catching the seriousness in Xie Qingcen's eyes.

The Xie family was full of romantics, and once they set their heart on someone, it was a lifelong commitment.

This was attested not only by the late Mr. Xie, but also by Xie Qingcen's father, the previous patriarch of the Xie family.

Similarly, he thought, if this statement were applied to Xie Qingcen, there would be no surprises.

Wen Jiming's expression paused, and his gaze towards Ruan Liuzheng grew a little more serious.

He studied Ruan Liuzheng subtly, but his gaze was not excessive, never intrusive.

Polite and courteous.

Ruan Liuzheng stood quietly, allowing Wen Jiming to examine her, her delicate palms slightly sweating.

The calmness of her cold eyes was gone.

Only when Wen Jiming looked away did Ruan Liuzheng suddenly relax. She glanced at Xie Qingcen with a hint of resentment, then took a deep breath.

She straightened her back slightly, her expression serious, "Hello, Mr. Wen, I'm Ruan Liuzheng, Xie Qingcen's girlfriend." She

was neither humble nor arrogant, and was polite.

Thinking of her performance just now, Wen Jiming nodded with satisfaction, his eyebrows and eyes elegant, "Don't be so polite, just call me Uncle Wen like Qingcen."

Ruan Liuzheng smiled and nodded, "Uncle Wen."

...

A few minutes later, the three of them sat around the coffee table, each with a cup of steaming hot tea in front of them.

Wen Jiming sat opposite Xie Qingcen and Ruan Liuzheng, his elegant eyebrows and eyes showing a hint of smile.

He looked at Ruan Liuzheng with warm eyes, "This is a lounge I designed specifically for me. As I get older, my energy is getting less and less, so I designed this lounge so that I can observe the situation in the exhibition area."

"Qingcen was dragged here by me, and he didn't want to peek, Miss Ruan, please don't misunderstand."

Ruan Liuzheng's eyes paused.

She glanced at Xie Qingcen beside her and chuckled softly. "Uncle Wen, you said you shouldn't be so polite and even called me Miss Ruan. So, should I retract 'Uncle Wen' as well?" "

Besides, Xie Qingcen never once denied it, so how could there be any misunderstanding? My anger isn't because of his concealment, but because I let my guard down."

Ruan Liuzheng looked at Wen Jiming calmly, her eyes calmly stating the facts.

A hint of indifference lingered between her delicate features.

Xie Qingcen's delicate features slowly relaxed as he grasped Ruan Liuzheng's palm, a delicate curve curling at the corners of his lips.

His dark, dark eyes gazed at Ruan Liuzheng silently, their gaze intense, as if they couldn't contain anything else but Ruan Liuzheng. He

didn't even bother to share a single expression with Wen Jiming.

Wen Jiming didn't care about Xie Qingcen's attitude. He simply stared at Ruan Liuzheng, a hint of astonishment in his elegant features.

His eyes were deep. Although he was looking at Ruan Liuzheng, there was no Ruan Liuzheng in his eyes. It was as if he was recalling something through Ruan Liuzheng.

After a long time, he shook his head and laughed dumbly, "I finally know why Qingcen is attracted to you."

"Your personality is a bit surprising."

Ruan Liuzheng did not deny it. "There are thousands of people in the world, how can everyone be the same? I am just a little more sober than those vulgar people."

She raised her eyes slightly, and there was an unchanging calmness between her beautiful eyebrows, and there was not a trace of humility in her eyes.

It was as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

The smile on Wen Jiming's lips slowly deepened, "You are really not humble, which is very similar to Qingcen. But..."

His tone changed, and his elegant eyebrows were suddenly stained with a bit of nostalgia, "You look like this, but it reminds me of a friend of mine."

"If she were still alive, you two would probably become friends regardless of age. I think she would appreciate you too."

Wen Jiming leaned back slightly, as if contemplating something, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His gaze was faraway.

Ruan Liuzheng was slightly startled, and she pursed her lips. "To have a friend that Uncle Wen misses, I imagine she must have a very good personality. It's my regret that I haven't met her."

Wen Jiming came back to his senses, and he smiled and shook his head. "No, although she has a good temper and personality, she lacks your clarity. She has been stubborn all her life, trapped in love."

Wen Jiming sighed softly, his elegant features a touch of sadness, but Ruan Liuzheng keenly sensed a hint of loss.

It was the loss of something you've been striving for but can't get.

Now, she was also a little confused, not knowing where to begin to comfort him.

She turned her head, her cold eyes fixed on Xie Qingcen, the meaning self-evident.

However, Xie Qingcen just smiled at her and said nothing more.

If his guess was correct, the 'friend' Wen Jiming was talking about should be... 'her'.

That was a sad thing that Wen Jiming had buried deep in his heart, and it was not something that could be relieved by a few words of comfort.

It would be better to let Wen Jiming digest it slowly, so that they wouldn't say the wrong thing because they didn't understand it for a while.

Xie Qingcen shook her head gently at Ruan Liuzheng, and signaled her not to speak

yet. Everything had to wait until Wen Jiming came out on his own.

Fortunately, Wen Jiming didn't make them wait too long, and he quickly adjusted his mood.

His elegant eyebrows regained the gentleness and elegance he had when they first met.

He raised his eyes and looked at the two people opposite with a smile, "I'm sorry to make you laugh. When people get older, they are a little sentimental and like to reminisce about the past. But..."

Wen Jiming's sight suddenly fell on Ruan Liuzheng, his eyes slightly thoughtful, "Why did you give the painting to them just now? You know, that painting should be considered the best work in the entire exhibition."

"Whether it's collection value or other things, it's worth it..."

Ruan Liuzheng smiled lightly and suddenly interrupted, "But that's not Mr. Wen's work, and the painting has flaws."

"Bai Huanqing and the others just mentioned that they might give the painting as a gift. It's fine if they keep it for themselves, but if they actually give it to someone, anyone with a bit of artistic talent will see through its hidden meaning."

Ruan Liuzheng's lips curled slightly, a hint of teasing in her delicate features. "Since they're so obsessed with the painting, why not bear the pain and let them have it?"

Her eyes smiled, a look of tolerance and generosity, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and a hint of maliciousness lurked within them.

Wen Jiming didn't care about Ruan Liuzheng's thoughts; his entire focus was on her opinion of the painting.

A hint of meaning lingered in her elegant features.

He smiled and said, "How do you know that the painting was not painted by me, and it is a defective one? Then how can you be sure that those people who are entangled with you will definitely buy the painting in your hand?" "

If they don't buy it, won't you..."

Wen Jiming stopped talking at the right time, and a hint of smile appeared on his gentle and elegant face. But

his eyes were unusually serious, and even implied a bit of anger.

If an ordinary person was here, he would have surrendered long ago and would not dare to refute or prove himself.

Because the person in front of you is Wen Jiming, who is in a high position and has a great reputation. He is a big boss among big bosses.

At his exhibition, Ruan Liuzheng is definitely the first person in history to question his work.