Chapter 6, this lunatic

Fu Qingliu heard the beautiful and delicate sound of the bubbles bursting, "bang bang bang." He then quickly walked over.

In a fleeting moment, Fu Qingliu almost thought he was hallucinating. It was a tall figure, somewhat hazy due to the light behind him. Perhaps it was the aura of that person that made him and every speck of dust in his vicinity appear exquisitely beautiful, catching one off guard, as if one had fallen into a beautiful dream, thus witnessing such an illusory figure that seemed to have stepped into the wrong time and space.

Damn it, she must be blind to use those beautiful adjectives on him; the only adjective that truly fits him is 'crazy'!

It was already three hours later when they returned to the apartment. The flight from Qing City to Lan City takes more than three hours, and it is this distance that gives Zhang Zheng and the others a sense of security. Of course, it also makes it convenient for Fu Qingliu to do certain things

The structure of the Ten-Mile Gallery is shaped like a "回" character, consisting of an inner corridor and an outer corridor. The inner corridor surrounds a central lotus pond, while the outer corridor is a winding passage that connects at both ends, flanked by walls. The outer corridor is designated for artists who wish to hold exhibitions in the Ten-Mile Gallery, while the inner corridor serves as an exclusive space for Fu Qingliu's paintings. However, to avoid overshadowing the artists holding exhibitions, the inner corridor will be closed when the outer corridor is open.

Xiao Yang looked at her for help, and Fu Qingliu said: "You go down."

"Dad, what does 'a beast in human clothing' mean?" A little boy's head popped up from the back seat, looking curiously at Fu Yixun.

That profile is fair, exquisite, and three-dimensional, representing a kind of handsomeness that has reached the utmost level of refinement. Its overly refined and handsome appearance even seems somewhat sharp, making it difficult for one to gaze directly at the sharpness of his features, to the extent that no one would mistakenly think he is a woman. He gazes downward, seemingly in contemplation, which causes Fu Qingliu to see the silhouette obscured by his beautiful eyelashes beneath his eyes.

Like a man who has stepped from the ancient circles of European nobility into the modern world, he is exquisitely refined from head to toe, exuding an air that keeps others at a distance.

She felt somewhat uncertain whether this was real or an illusion. Therefore, out of curiosity, she walked towards that figure.

On the way to the airport, Fu Qingliu received a call from the principal of Fu Jinyu's school. He spoke in an obviously flattering tone, informing her that the child had transferred to another elementary school. Fu Qingliu's calm demeanor made him even more convinced that she was not speaking nonsense. With the delightful dream that Fu Jinyu would become the principal of the First Middle School in the city after graduation, she was eager to reprimand those little brats who dared to speak ill of Fu Jinyu at school.

Shut up! Fu Yixun glared over, "You filthy, sticky little brat!"

At that moment, the neurotic hurriedly walked out of the Ten-Mile Gallery like a gust of wind, suddenly diving into the white Maserati parked at the door, with red ears and cursing under his breath. If it weren't for the fact that his voice was exceptionally pleasant and his appearance truly delightful, one could easily associate him with a nagging and resentful woman, "Vulgar! Perverted! A beast in human clothing! Shameless!"

"Dreaming!" Fu Yixun stared at his own crotch, the strange sensation lingering there, so vividly that he could recall it clearly, "Pervert!"

He was dressed in an exquisitely tailored black three-piece suit that was unmistakably of high-end bespoke quality. The coat was slightly long, reaching down straight to his hips, yet it appeared extremely fitted and elegant. His legs, wrapped in black trousers, were long and straight. Around his neck hung a dark red scarf adorned with golden intricate patterns, its texture resembling the smoothness and softness of silk, without a single crease, just like his attire. Above that, one could see his shoulder-length brown hair, beautifully curled, as if a top stylist was constantly attending to it, with not a hint of unruliness.

On his face, which was even more exquisite and handsome than his attire, there lingered an unvanished expression of disgust. Before he could clearly see Fu Qingliu's face, he noticed his scarf being touched by the hair of one stranger and then taken by another. Instantly, his expression twisted as if he had seen a repulsive bug, and he suddenly reached out his hand, "Damn it! Don't touch my things!"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Mo Chengfeng threw away the cigarette butt and looked back at him with a face full of surprise, "Your reaction makes me suspect that you were molested inside by a well-dressed man"

The focal length gradually drew closer with each step, and then her gaze began to clarify, the beautifully hazy figure also became clearer

After Fu Qingliu changed into her clothes, she glanced around the room amidst a pile of waste paper and then decided to go to the gallery to inform Chi Fei that she would come to clean more frequently in the future

Fu Qingliu was completely unaware of what had happened; she only felt an excruciating pain in her elbow. She covered her elbow and sat up, raising her head with a hint of anger to look at the owner of the two long legs in front of her. She then saw the other person’s body stiffen, their facial muscles, perfect like a marble statue, enduring to the point of slight twitching. Those exquisite, deep, and piercing brown eyes seemed to pause for a moment upon seeing her face, and then they glared at her with an even more severe expression, as if she had committed an unforgivable act against him. If it were not for his upbringing, which forbade him from making certain movements in such a situation, he would have surely wanted to jump up immediately and vigorously wipe away the lingering sensation that seemed to remain.

Fu Qingliu casually tore it off and went inside to sleep

Xiao Yang immediately ran away, feeling that her dignity and face as a woman had been completely insulted by that neurotic customer

Fu Qingliu was still sitting on the floor, and the air seemed to be echoing with the words "lewd" and "perverted." It took a while for Fu Qingliu to realize what had happened. In disbelief, he let out a couple of huffs, ran his fingers through his hair, stood up, and looked at the dark red scarf with golden intricate patterns on the ground, "Crazy!"

The scarf that was still in her hand, ready to be dusted off before returning it to the other party, was unexpectedly yanked away. Fu Qingliu, wearing high heels, was suddenly pulled, causing her to stumble and fall towards him. The gentleman before her was certainly not a true gentleman; upon seeing Fu Qingliu tumbling in his direction, he immediately took a step back.

Xiao Yang was already so embarrassed that he was on the verge of tears

At this time, since there was no exhibition in the outer corridor, the inner corridor remained open. As it was a weekday, Fu Qingliu scanned the entire inner corridor and noticed that there were only a few scattered individuals coming to view the paintings: a well-dressed woman whose eyes were filled with tears, seemingly lost in some heart-wrenching memories; a foreign gentleman with a look of obsession on his face; and another...

This person must have a certain degree of Western ancestry in their bloodline

His tone resembled that of a European aristocrat whose shoes had been soiled by commoners, filled with such disdain and hatred that an outsider might think that Xiao Yang had dumped a bucket of excrement on his head. His curses, mixed with English, along with his overly reactive behavior, appeared somewhat neurotic

Fu Qingliu hung up the phone and dialed another number, "Send those materials to their clients. Being dishonest in business deserves to go bankrupt." Did they really think that beating Fu Jinyu like that could be resolved with just a transfer?

Fu Qingliu picked up the scarf that had been thrown on the ground. The moment she touched it, she knew it was of considerable value. She raised a formulaic smile and said, "I apologize, dear guest. She is new and does not understand. Please do not hold it against her. I am..."

Mo Chengfeng suppressed a smile as he patted the boy's head, "Well then, what is the situation now? Do you still intend to have your art exhibition at the Shili Gallery?"

Fu Qingliu did not approach; she merely stood in a position where she could clearly see his profile. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration emerged in her mind, causing her to feel a slight excitement. Just as she was about to turn and head to the studio, she noticed Xiao Yang, a staff member responsible for introductions when guests needed assistance, with a sweet smile, walking towards the exquisite and distinguished gentleman. Then, in an instant, something unexpected happened. The man, who had been quietly lost in thought, suddenly took a step back with a slightly exaggerated motion, causing his scarf to be pulled to the ground in his excitement. "Oh! Oh my God! Get away! You disgusting woman, how dare you get your hair on my scarf! It's so dirty! Disgusting! Get away from me!"

When a person falls, they instinctively seek something to grab onto. Fu Qingliu subconsciously wanted to grasp the man's clothing, but he took a step back, yet did not step out of range. Fu Qingliu failed to grasp anything; instead, her fingertips brushed heavily against a hard object resembling a leather buckle, and then, through the smooth and expensive fabric, she grazed the gentleman's private area.

A sticky note was posted at the apartment door, left by Xia Junning, stating that he has gone on a business trip and will return after a while

The fair-skinned little feet treaded over sheets of paper on the plush carpet. On the bronze-colored table, a laptop, documents, paintbrushes of various colors, calligraphy brushes, ink, snacks, and other items were in disarray. Even the artistic dried flowers placed in a corner of the room had a paintbox hanging from them. Fu Qingliu was never one to tidy her room, which is why Chi Fei became her hourly worker, coming to help clean up the room every few days. It was a hard life, and she often scolded Fu Qingliu for being a person whose outwardly artistic life was completely at odds with her actual untidiness. How could a girl be so messy? Unfortunately, Fu Qingliu never remembered this.

The sunlight streamed through the entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, resembling beams of spotlight, ultimately landing on the messy white king-sized bed, where Fu Qingliu was sleeping, clutching a turtle plush toy with a pitiful expression, her hair disheveled, and then she was awakened by the sunlight and the alarm clock

"You... you..." He took two steps back, unable to find suitable words to curse Fu Qingliu in his anger. After struggling for several seconds, he finally managed to shout, "Vulgar!" After cursing, he turned and left, walking briskly, his beautiful brown curls flying behind him. He continued to walk quickly to the exit of the inner corridor, seemingly still unsatisfied, and turned around to angrily shout at Fu Qingliu, "Pervert!"