Fu Yushen lowered his gaze. "I don't like adding strangers, but you're different."
"Hm?" Wen Tingxue didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
Why was she different?
They didn't seem to have any personal connections.
Apart from meeting in class, she rarely asked questions.
Fu Yushen looked up with a faint smile. His gentle, jade-like demeanor was not diminished by the gloomy weather. On the contrary, he was still radiant, as if untouched by any dust.
"You'll know in the future."
He answered in a soft tone, seemingly without intending to explain.
"In the future? Can't you say it now?" The young girl tilted her head in confusion, her round, dark eyes filled with questions.
Fu Yushen curved his lips. "Perhaps."
He lightly raised his right hand. Napa, receiving the signal, quickly came over to push him.
"..."
Wen Tingxue stared in the direction they left, lost in thought.
A few steps later, he suddenly stopped and said softly, "When the time is right, you'll naturally understand. Thinking too much now is meaningless. In short, I won't harm you."
"....?"
He was speaking in riddles.
Wen Tingxue walked towards the art studio with a head full of question marks. Lu Youran saw her looking dispirited as she entered and assumed she had failed.
"It's okay, you won't be the first, nor the last. Don't worry~"
Lu Youran reached out a hand and patted her head reassuringly.
"Mhm," Wen Tingxue responded absently. After a few seconds, she snapped back to reality and explained, "No, I got it."
Her tone was flat. Lu Youran, still stuck in her previous line of thought, didn't hear her clearly and instinctively comforted her, "I knew Professor Fu would... What did you say?!"
Mid-sentence, Lu Youran suddenly understood the meaning of her words and looked at her in shock. "You really got Professor Fu's WeChat?!"
"Keep your voice down," Wen Tingxue quickly covered her mouth, afraid of being overheard.
Their distance instantly closed. Lu Youran could almost see the fine down on Wen Tingxue's face, which, on her fair and rosy cheeks, resembled a sweet and tempting peach.
"I get it!" Lu Youran removed Wen Tingxue's hand and declared, "Professor Fu is a visual person! As expected of my Xue Bao, your charm is irresistible. Even Professor Fu can't resist."
She raised her eyebrows playfully.
"..." Wen Tingxue denied it. "How is that possible?"
Even with limited interaction, she could tell that Fu Yushen was by no means a lecherous person.
On the contrary, he seemed quite ascetic.
Lu Youran considered it and felt it was unlikely, but—
"It's really strange. Others can only get his assistant Napa's WeChat, but you managed to..."
Lu Youran held her face, perplexed.
Wen Tingxue had some thoughts but dared not voice them.
Firstly, she wasn't sure if they were correct. Secondly, if they were true, then Fu Yushen's identity would be terrifying.
She remembered Ms. Sha telling her about the Fu family's adopted daughter and how she resembled that adopted daughter.