Chapter 241 - Yarn (1/2)

Chapter 241: Yarn

The trip to Beijing had been organized by the academy so they could attend a Chinese painting exhibition at the Central Art Academy. It’s just that Wu Tong’s activities ended up quite differently from the other members of the group.

First, she attended her classes as usual, then scheduled to meet a famous Chinese art professor thanks to her mentor, Hu Hang. After chatting for a while, they decided to head to the Palace Museum ahead of schedule to attend a restoration event. At first, she could only pick up some information on the side, but someone eventually gave her a big task to work on.

After that, the ‘Most Beautiful Painting Restorer’ began to trend online. She was ultimately brought by the famous art professor to take part in an art restoration TV program on national television.

The school group could only return to Hangzhou ahead of time, while Wu Tong arrived later today after wrapping up her show.

The trip to Beijing had been a dream come true for Wu Tong. She’d gained knowledge and learned several things; she had returned feeling topped up. As for inexplicably being an “internet sensation” and her stint at the TV program, Wu Tong felt these brief episodes in her schedule merely brought unexpected surprises.

“Sis, you’re so pretty! My mom says you’re the most beautiful art restorer. Is that true?”

“Makes sense she’s so beautiful. But why is she called an art restorer, too? Yaya thinks that sis is the prettiest girl next to mommy.”

“Sis, what’s an art restorer?”

“Is it drawing? Yaya knows how to draw, Yaya can draw Peppa Pig!”

“Can I be pretty if I draw? Really? Then Yaya is going to work hard and learn to draw!”

On the plane, Wu Tong and a small toddler had a cheerful banter.

“Hello, are you that most beautiful art restorer?”

“I’m Lu Junjie, and I currently work at XX.”

“I just came from Beijing for a business trip and didn’t expect to share a flight with you, Miss Wu Tong. I’m so lucky!”

“Miss Wu, can we exchange contact information? Our company has several Chinese art-related projects, so we can stay in touch.”

“Let me help you carry that.”

“Miss Wu, are you returning to the academy? I’m going there, too. Let me give you a ride.”

“Don’t just randomly call a cab, Miss Wu. You’re so pretty, it’s not safe!”

As soon as she got off the plane, Wu Tong was targeted by a decent looking man with expensive clothes who had decided to cling onto her. Although the brand names he wore were subtle, the keys to his Benz hanging around his wrist were still very visible…

“Thanks, but someone’s already coming for me.”

Wu Tong tugged along her own suitcase as she headed outside. Only, Lu Junjie continued to pursue her, not stopping to discuss the chinese painting related projects from his office. What can you say when someone tells you they are a snack company that uses Chinese art on the packaging?

“Here.”

Wu Tong spotted Meng Fan among the crowd from afar. After all, his presence was undeniable as he was flailing his arms around screaming her name. She sped up and walked towards him.

Her attire was relatively simple: jeans, a thick orange knit sweater, solid colored sneakers, basic makeup, and her messy hair behind her shoulders. But even with such a simple getup, her long legs, small waist, golden hip ratio, attractive face, and her elegance, she could have effortlessly been a supermodel.

“Are you tired?”

Meng Fan smiled stupidly as he received her luggage and headed for the door. Then he whispered: “Who’s that guy just now? Why does he keep following you, and why did he run when he saw me?”

“I ran into him after I got off the plane. He said he was worried about my safety and insisted on taking me home. Then I guess he saw you and decided I was safe, or he was worried for his own safety,” Wu Tong said.

“Am I that intimidating?” Meng Fan asked.

“You don’t look mean, but you have a reputation.”

Wu Tong suddenly broke into laughter. She pointed to the outfit that Meng Fan was wearing. “Didn’t you say it fit fine? Why does it look so weird, is it too tight?”

Meng Fan’s entire attire—from his socks and shoes, down to his pants and his shirt—were purchased by Wu Tong on 11/11. He’d worn them specifically to come pick her up.

“They’re fine, they’re fine.” Meng Fan’s smile was extraordinarily stupid, and seeing the orange knitted sweater Wu Tong was wearing, he felt his own knitted sweater. “The shirt isn’t tight, I just got fat.”

“Are you dumb? Want me to exchange a bigger size?”

“Nope.”