Anan

014 kiss him kiss him (1)

Li Xinyuan leaned over the table, nibbling on the end of her pen, her mind filled with revolutionary fervor, as she hastily wrote:

"Break up toxic relationships;

Learn to paint;

Stay away from scoundrels;

Invest in stocks;

Buy properties;

..."

As night fell, a lone lamp in the room cast a glow on the handsome face of the boy, his gaze distant, wearing a silly grin.

Downstairs, amidst the commotion, Mrs. Wu Xinhui's card game ended, and the four affluent ladies planned to go out for a late-night snack and spa. Li Xinyuan listened in for a moment, learning that one of the trio that often praised each other won the most today, while Mrs. Wu Xinhui lost the most, about a hundred thousand. But Li Xinyuan paid it no heed.

As Li Xinyuan recalled the row of luxury cars in the garage, her brow furrowed deeply, and she penned the final line with flourish:

"Prevent the bankruptcy of Fuming Group!"

If she were to live with Zhang Yanan for a long time, perhaps even a lifetime, preventing bankruptcy would secure her own happiness for the latter part of her life. She was incapable of paying off a billion; even if she could, she would still want to offer Zhang Yanan a different future.

Under each plan, she meticulously wrote numerous detailed guidelines:

For instance, continue persuading her sister, preferably obtain some dirt on Zhou Zhihao, sow discord, and drive them to a complete rupture.

For instance, leaving a handwritten letter to the 17-year-old Li Xinyuan, detailing her encounters with the scoundrel Xie Zhilu in college, perhaps even predicting several important events in her life, to enhance persuasiveness, ensuring that she stays away from scoundrels and never crosses paths with them again.

As for painting, it was something Li Xinyuan had loved since childhood. She had only studied for two years at the Youth Palace when she was young, praised by her teacher for her talent and winning awards everywhere. When she entered junior high, her parents thought it was not a serious matter and made her stop. But secretly, she continued to paint. In high school, when the school recruited art students, she persistently pestered her parents and successfully learned from the teacher after school for a year, emerging as the most outstanding among her peers. But by the second year of high school, as her studies became busier, her parents did not understand, and her homeroom teacher thought she was academically talented and a candidate for a prestigious university, so learning painting was unnecessary. Being young and lacking determination, she complied.

But over the years, she couldn't let go of painting. Almost every day when she had free time, she would draw a few strokes. If she had time, she would watch tutorials from famous illustrators online or go to art exhibitions. She majored in finance in college and worked in finance after graduation, doing well. But deep down, she knew that it wasn't what she truly loved.

Moreover, she was laid off by the company. So the regret and unwillingness that had been hidden in her heart for years rebelled completely.

If she had another chance, she wanted to be an illustrator. To live freely, to pursue her passion for painting freely. Even if the income was lower, she would willingly accept it.

The thought of such a life filled her with unprecedented relaxation, joy, and liberation.

But how could she persuade her parents? She was about to enter the second semester of her sophomore year.

As Li Xinyuan pondered earnestly, her mind was suddenly shaken—

If Zhang Yanan were to take over her body, wouldn't he refuse to learn painting? No, no, no, what was she thinking? She should learn it herself; it had nothing to do with Zhang Yanan. But now that she was the heir of Fuming Group, persuading her wealthy father to learn painting was almost impossible, right? Moreover, changing Zhang Yanan's college major without notice seemed unethical. What if one day she suddenly changed it back, and Zhang Yanan had no business knowledge prepared in college, facing ten billion? Wouldn't that be more tragic...

Li Xinyuan was completely lost in confusion.

Raising her head again, looking at the magnificent villa, she thought of the final task—saving Fuming Group, which made her even more headache. She had only seen fragmentary reports in the news. Now, with only half a year left before the group's bankruptcy, she had no idea where to start.

Li Xinyuan threw down her pen, sighed deeply, and slumped down.

The next morning, when Li Xinyuan woke up, she found herself still lying on the large bed, two meters by two meters. The first thing she did was to text her sister: "Sister, good morning. Are you awake?"

It took Li Xiaoyi almost 20 minutes to reply: "Ah Nan, good morning. I'm at work."

Li Xinyuan: "May I ask about my good friend Li Xinyuan? Is she awake?"

Li Xiaoyi: "Yesterday afternoon, we took her to the hospital again. All her indicators are normal, and she is still under observation in the hospital. When I left this morning, she hadn't woken up yet."

Li Xinyuan: "Okay, if there's any news, please let me know. Sister, stay away from scoundrels and be happy for a lifetime."

Li Xiaoyi only replied with a smiling face, saying nothing else.

Li Xinyuan suddenly felt uneasy. After all, her sister had known that scumbag for more than a year, and during this time, Zhou Zhihao had indeed been very good to her sister. It would be difficult for her sister to change her mind with just a few words. It's okay, keep trying. There are no unbreakable marriages, only people who aren't scheming enough.

Mrs. Wu Xinhui had stayed out late playing with the rich and beautiful sisters last night and hadn't gotten up yet. Li Xinyuan had her usual bird's nest soup for breakfast and curled up on the sofa, browsing her phone.

Looking at chat records, photos, and videos.

She had no interest in prying into Zhang Yanan's privacy, but she needed to understand him, the 19-year-old.

She started by examining his text messages and QQ chat records, finding that he was terse in conversation with everyone, as if every extra word was a waste, scoring full marks for pretending to be cool. Zhang Yanan mostly chatted with Li Yunmo and two other boys, all classmates.

Then there was his official girlfriend, Cheng Ruiyan. However, even when talking to his girlfriend, he was stiff, with many messages not exceeding five characters. With a cursory glance, there wasn't a trace of sweet talk. Li Xinyuan clicked her tongue in disdain.

Next, she looked through the photo album, which wasn't extensive, mostly landscapes. With Li Xinyuan's decent aesthetics, she couldn't see the beauty in the scenery he captured; all she saw were flaws, improper framing, improper lighting, poor composition... After a while, she realized that Zhang Yanan was also a practitioner of the legendary "boyfriend's photography technique," and these photos were his self-admired "

masterpieces."

Li Xinyuan chuckled and thought to herself, "I'll take some good ones for you. If one day we switch back, I'll surprise you."

There were also a few pictures of his girlfriend, but they were obviously selfies. The girl was like a peach, pure and sexy, making even Li Xinyuan go "wow."

Zhang Yanan had only about a dozen pictures of himself; it seemed he didn't like taking photos.

Among them was one that seemed to be taken secretly by someone else with his phone, and the picture quality was a bit blurry. The library's soft yellow light illuminated a tall boy wearing a white T-shirt, outlining his shoulder blades. He was bowing his head, reading a book, his fair neck straight, his arms outside the T-shirt sleeve strong and lean. Many people sat around him, but they all seemed like background.