Since her personal information was leaked, Wen Tingxue had changed her number.
Few people knew about this new number.
So, after hesitating for two seconds, Wen Tingxue still answered.
As she swiped to answer, she was wondering if it was a sales call.
Had her information been sold so quickly?
To her surprise, the voice on the other end was deep, powerful, and familiar.
"Hello, may I speak to student Wen?"
Good heavens!
Oh my, oh my!!
Wen Tingxue gasped internally. Yu Wenli, seeing her mouth suddenly widen, raised an eyebrow, his eyes clearly asking: Confess.
Unable to speak, Wen Tingxue gestured with her hand: [Senior Shou Hongzhen!]
Yu Wenli immediately and thoughtfully made space.
Wen Tingxue, not paying attention to him, calmed her emotions and said as calmly as possible, "Teacher Shou, hello, it's me. You were looking for me, do you have any instructions?"
Shou Hongzhen was the country's premier fashion stylist and designer, and the fine arts academy would have gladly appointed him as a professor.
Unfortunately, Teacher Shou was too busy and usually kept a low profile. Apart from occasional lectures, he rarely appeared in public.
The last time Wen Tingxue saw him was at a lecture. In a way, he was like a half-teacher to her.
That was why she asked.
Shou Hongzhen smiled and said, "I saw your work online. Although it's not very refined, it has a spirit. If you don't mind the trouble, you can come to the studio to learn."
Wen Tingxue had interacted with Shou Hongzhen a few times in private. Although the time was never long, she could tell he was a straightforward person.
She just didn't expect him to be so direct.
No preamble at all.
"It would be my honor."
Although his compliment was barely one, the opportunity to enter Senior Shou Hongzhen's studio was definitely a blessing from a past life!
It was something she wouldn't have dared to dream of, and now it was presented to her. How could she refuse?
She was practically going mad with joy!
Even though Wen Tingxue tried her best to control her tone, Shou Hongzhen was, after all, a senior and an old hand.
He could tell her inner thoughts with a single ear, and he chuckled, warning her, "Don't get happy too soon, it's very hard work."
Wen Tingxue quickly replied, "Young people need to endure hardship. Only by enduring the greatest hardships can one achieve greatness."
Shou Hongzhen's impression of her was still that of a good student. To suddenly hear such a cheeky response, he was a little taken aback.
But he still smiled and said, "No matter how good your awareness is in words, I will judge by your actions. I'll send you the access card tomorrow. If you can't complete the tasks, I won't let you stay."
In other words, even though I personally recruited you, all the usual rules will apply, and perhaps even more strictly.
Wen Tingxue was not afraid of this. "Don't worry, I definitely won't disgrace you."
She might not have many other merits, but she could certainly endure hardship.
After Shou Hongzhen got her full address, he hung up.
Wen Tingxue sat on the bed, suddenly recalling the line from "Lao Tzu": "Misfortune is what happiness leans on, happiness is what misfortune hides in."
Some things truly are a mix of fortune and misfortune.
She had indeed experienced an unprecedented crisis, but in this storm that almost drowned her, she had also gained and received more.
So.
Wen Tingxue reached out to catch the warm sunset light falling through the window.
Whatever Fu Yuchuan planned to do, they would face it together.
Even if she fell to the bottom, at least every step thereafter would be upward.
As Nietzsche said: Those that do not kill us make us stronger.
At this moment, at the Fu family's residence.
"Uncle! You must stand up for me!" Fu Feifei ran to Fu Yuchuan, her makeup ruined by tears.
Fu Yuchuan glanced at her indifferently and asked without emotion, "What's wrong?"
Fu Feifei immediately poured out a torrent of words, some relevant, some not.
"Uncle! You can't do this to me! I did everything according to your instructions, and now it's all a mess. You can't let me take all the blame! Most importantly, why should Wen Tingxue get famous by stepping on me? I don't accept this! You must ruin her reputation too!"
Fu Feifei didn't have much malicious intent. It was just a spoiled young girl throwing a tantrum; a few words of comfort would suffice.
Fu Ran could see this.
But Fu Yuchuan remained silent, his cold eyes fixed on Fu Feifei, making everyone around him tremble.
Fu Feifei dared not throw any more tantrums. She whimpered a meek "Okay" and ran out, followed by the sound of crying.
Fu Ran, unable to bear it, sighed softly, "Uncle, this is unfair to her."
If it hadn't been for Fu Yuchuan's implicit instruction, Fu Feifei would never have gotten involved.
In a way, Fu Yuchuan had instigated this incident, but Fu Feifei bore all the blame.
Jealousy and infighting might not seem like a big deal, but in the limited circle of socialites, who wouldn't gossip?
Fu Yuchuan lazily raised his eyes, "And then? She's just a nobody, she can't cause any major waves."
His implication was: endure the unfairness.
Fu Ran looked at his once respected uncle, and a chill suddenly settled in his heart.