Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: The Son Returns, Bringing Harmony to Home and Hearth
So...
Thinking of this, Ziyi’s eyes suddenly lit up.
She immediately took out her phone and called Pei Yuanchen.
...
Pei Yuanchen actually hadn’t gone far.
On the road from the art school building to the school gate, there’s a tunnel.
He stopped walking as he reached it, because the tunnel walls were covered with students’ graffiti, vibrant and striking, making a powerful impression at first glance.
He carefully looked at all the graffiti throughout the tunnel and finally spotted a new painting in a corner, signed by Ziyi.
Her painting used bold colors, lively and passionate, just like her.
Pei Yuanchen didn’t actually know much about art. If it weren’t for He Ziyi, he probably would never have gone to a gallery or art museum in his lifetime.
He smiled as he gently touched the signature in the corner with his hand.
Ziyi.
The phrase "to return home as a bride, fitting for the household" comes to mind.
Followed by the famous line "holding hands with you, to grow old together."
Pei Yuanchen suddenly hummed mockingly at himself, as if laughing at his own sentimentality.
...He actually remembered such sentimental lines of poetry.
Only this woman had the ability to influence him so deeply, so quickly.
However, no matter how perfect a woman is for home and family, she is destined not to belong to him.
The foot he had stepped forward with should have long been retracted.
The man tightly pressed his lips together and withdrew his hand.
He turned around, ready to leave the tunnel and head towards the school gate.
At that moment, the phone in his coat pocket vibrated intensely.
Pei Yuanchen took it out and glanced at it. After a moment of hesitation, he answered.
"What’s up?" he asked indifferently.
"Uncle Xiaobao..." Ziyi’s voice was very soft, "I don’t want to paint other men. Will you... be my model, just for me?"
Pei Yuanchen slowly exhaled, his heartbeat gradually speeding up.
"He Ziyi, stop being silly," he said calmly. "If you don’t want to paint men, then paint women."
"...I don’t want to paint women either," Ziyi said with a hint of sulkiness, "If you don’t model for me, I won’t paint. Let the professor give me a zero then!"
Pei Yuanchen paused, then sneered, "Then don’t paint. Your professor won’t give you a zero just for missing one assignment, unless you stop painting altogether."
Ziyi gritted her teeth in anger.
Pei Yuanchen could almost hear her gritting teeth through the phone.
He suddenly chuckled softly, that slight aching tugging at his heart again, not severe but unsettling.
"Go back and paint obediently," he said softly.
"Then... can you forgive me?" Ziyi said dejectedly. "I shouldn’t have asked you to be a nude model."
Pei Yuanchen gulped.
His gaze involuntarily fell on that signature.
It seemed like the woman was standing right in front of him.
"Why not?" Pei Yuanchen pressed.
"Because... you don’t like others seeing your body. You only want me to see it," Ziyi said, her voice softening, "Honestly, I don’t like others seeing your body either..."
Pei Yuanchen’s heart stirred.
"Really?" He felt his throat tighten, "Then why did you agree with your class president to let me be a model for your classmates?"
"Because... I wanted to paint you," Ziyi said with frustration, "I’ve painted you many times, but never your nude. I got excited and didn’t think it through..."
