Woman’s heart, a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Only after Miss Vera left did Su Yehao start to worry, wondering if she might be angry.

Taking advantage of the heat… better not.

He was already deeply satisfied with how things went tonight, like dropping a stone into his “mundane” life, creating ripples.

This made Su Yehao feel that the source of his happiness had returned.

Launching an attack again after so many years made him feel very sorry toward Xiao Nizi and the others, but the tipsiness washed away that emotion. That night, his hand still carried her fragrance, and he had a good dream.

As for Vera.

The girl tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She splashed cold water on her face in the middle of the night and was shocked to discover that Su Yehao had left a hickey on her slender, fair neck, the bruise clearly visible.

If she hadn’t made up her mind to slip away quickly, Vera could probably guess what else might have happened tonight.

The feeling of being on top made her flustered, giving her the illusion that she had suddenly turned into a bad woman, mainly because she felt so sorry toward her best friend, Jiang Yu.

The downside of eating grass near one's nest was obvious: everyone knew each other, and some were even good friends.

Early the next morning.

Vera, sporting panda eyes, proactively came to visit, wanting to talk things over with Su Yehao and clarify their relationship.

She arrived before Su Yehao had even gotten out of bed.

However, by the time Su Yehao woke up, the girl had actually fallen asleep on his sofa, looking clearly sleep-deprived.

When Miss Vera woke up, it was almost noon. She was groggy and even forgot where she was. She jumped in fright when she saw Su Yehao sitting next to her.

“Awake? Miss, you’re really strange. Don't you have a bed at home? Why come to my place to sleep so early in the morning?”

Hearing Su Yehao's words, Vera's delicate face flushed slightly, and she said softly:

“Isn't it all your fault? I had a bit of insomnia last night. When I came to find you this morning, you weren’t awake yet, so I thought I’d doze off for a while… I didn't expect to suddenly fall asleep and it’s already noon?”

Su Yehao crossed his legs and looked at Vera, who looked restrained, teasing her:

“You came to find me so early, could it be that you wanted to relive the wonderful moments of last night? If you don’t mind that I had noodles with garlic for breakfast, we can try it now, come on.”

“...That’s not it. I think I was going to say something to you. Oh, right, last night was just an accident. It's best if we just get along as friends like before, what do you think?”

Vera finished asking.

Su Yehao immediately shook his head and said, "I don't want to. Have you ever seen a big bad wolf spit out a white rabbit? Last night you took advantage of me while I was drunk and had ulterior motives. Don’t you want to deny it, you must be responsible for me.”

“???”

How could Vera, with her limited experience, be a match for him? She replied speechlessly, "That's a classic case of blaming the victim. It was clearly you who was flirting with me when you were drunk."

“Alright, then I’ll be responsible for you?”

“...That's also not necessary. Just get along normally like before. You're a man with a girlfriend, and more than one at that. I thought a lot about it last night, and no matter what, I can't imagine any possibility of us being together, can I?”

Miss Vera’s thinking was still rational. Although she lacked dating experience, she wouldn't easily let her hormones cloud her mind.

Su Yehao had known this for a long time. He smiled at this moment and replied:

“Life is already complicated enough, so don’t overthink things. I admit that I was a bit impulsive last night, but I’ve always had a good impression of you, I couldn't help myself. Can I apologize to you?"

This was considered a tactical retreat.

If he pressured her too hard, he worried that she would choose to run away with her temper.

Upon hearing this.

Miss Vera was a little embarrassed instead, and said seriously: "I also admit that you are very charming, there’s no need to apologize. At least you’re still normal after drinking, while my father always likes to argue with my mother.”

Seeing that there was a way out, Su Yehao breathed a sigh of relief and said:

“Freshen up and have lunch here with me. I suddenly have the urge to learn painting. Can you teach me how to paint oil paintings this afternoon? To be honest, things like Fauvism, Surrealism, and Abstract Expressionism, I feel like I can do it too. For example, Piet Mondrian's grid paintings, I can paint ten a day, maybe I’ll become a hit.”

Miss Vera wanted to say that it wasn't that simple, but considering that Su Yehao was already famous, as long as he found a unique creative direction to hype, it didn't seem difficult to succeed.

At this moment, she was a little uncertain, her expression a little wary, and she asked, "Are you really just trying to learn oil painting?"

"Otherwise, am I trying to find a reason to get close to you?"

“……”

Vera was speechless when she saw how shameless he was. In the end, she couldn't make up her mind to completely sever ties, and only said, "Then let's have lunch first. People usually practice sketching before creating. Some painting styles don’t require that much skill, you can try those first.”

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A chef was hired from outside to come and prepare four dishes and a soup.

The portions of each dish weren't too large, just enough to finish in one meal. Su Yehao's businesses were basically on track, and it was almost the same whether he was there or not, so he wasn't in a hurry to inspect the businesses this time.

After putting down his chopsticks, he went straight to Miss Vera's studio.

Using masking tape to stick A2 paper on the drawing board, the girl prepared watercolor tools and let Su Yehao let his imagination run wild.

For a moment.

Su Yehao had a flash of inspiration, and his brush moved as if divinely guided. In less than half an hour, he created a painting called "Eight Chickens Pecking at Rice." Not only did he personally sign it, but he also brought his own seal, dipped it in Longquan ink paste, and stamped it four times in a row.

Then he taped up new paper and proceeded to create "Eight Donkeys," "Eight Insects," and "Eight Birds Facing the Phoenix," all signed and stamped.

At this moment.

He pretended to wipe away nonexistent sweat and said, "Alright, I feel like I've graduated. Next time there's a charity auction, I'll send my work over there. I'll have someone help me frame it first.”

Miss Vera’s mouth twitched, and she replied, "I think you're just here to make trouble. No matter what, don't ever say that you learned painting from me. They look very unintelligent, why are they all cross-eyed?”

Su Yehao chuckled, "Don't underestimate me, these works might be passed down for thousands of years, and the price they sell for in the future might not be cheaper than your works."

"...I have to say, that's true, which suddenly makes me want to change careers.”

Vera accidentally tripped over a stool while walking, and Su Yehao quickly reached out to support her.

His hand grabbed the girl's arm, which was icy cold, smooth, and tender. Probably because it was a bit hot in the afternoon, Su Yehao couldn't help but peck her on the face.

Miss Vera wiped the saliva off her face and said angrily:

“You’re really shameless. You didn’t take a single word I said to heart, did you?”

Seeing that she wasn't really angry, Su Yehao happily said, "The taste is really good, how about letting me take a bite?"

"If your mouth is feeling idle, I can help you buy a teething stick, please stay away from me, thank you..."