Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general

Shuttling through space a seal was made and the world's continents were separated. Now the seal weakens as the power of human greed starts to manifest. Great power exists, and draws existences towards it. 

John is about to hit Nineteen. When he attends the anticipated opening of a gallery something happens that changes his life forever.

With the discovery of a set of canvases by an unknown painter the art world is shaken. He is among the curious. All the paintings seem old and well preserved.

Rescued by a young Lady John finds himself in a whole new world full of people, diverse cultures, races and maps. For what purpose did the paintings call him. Follow as John's new encounters lead him to discover things that the world can only dream of.

Chapter  1
Morning  brakes  ayaat was asleep suddenly got up when  she heard ringing. It was her alarm clock which was ringing continuously she scratch her had to side table  to switch off her alarm clock. After switching off and saw wall clock it was 6:30 in the morning  she curse herself in her heart sleepy head never gonna wake up early after cursing herself she hurriedly rush to bathroom  'bang' she knock off her nose from bath room door. She rubbed her nose with one hand and with another scratch open the door and entered the bathroom and took bath. after 10 min she came back to her room and walked to the closet when she was choosing  what  to wear her phone rang she picked her phone and saw it was her assistant kouser she pick up her call. Kouser greeted her with respect "good morning mam I'll  be there in 15min with 2 workers" after listening  to her she said "ok" then hang up after that she got ready she wear peach coloured silk blouse with Marion coloured knee length skirt and simple diamond but unique wrist watch which her dad have  gaven to her. with high heels after that she applied light peach coloured lipstick she never us any makeup because she naturally so beautiful with bright white skin after getting ready she hurriedly rush to her kitchen and took some bread and applied  some butter on it and ate it in just two bites and poure some milk in a glass when she started drinking the door bell rang she sipped her milk in one gulp and reach to entrance door and quickly open. She saw her assistant kouser was standing in front of the door with 2 workers. Kouser once again greeted her "good morning mam I am here  with workers to get the paintings" ayaat nodded to her and replied "morning, the paintings are in  study room upstairs on the table" she pointed to the stairs. Going to upstairs kouser admires ayaat apartment in her heart. Ayaat apartment was very beautifully and elegantly designed by ayaat. it gave her warm feeling. ayaat house was not that big because is was designed for only one person. It has the combination of both white and yellow lights it has center hall with dark purple colours furniture at the left it has dining hall with kitchen room. from centre hell ther was a stairs to study room and bed room  after admiring ayaat house kouser entered study room saw paintings on the table kouser ordered to workers to carefully wrap the paintings and carry to the vain after all work was done. In the car kouser notifies ayaat about her schedule and said "mam this is ur schedule. first we have to deliver your paintings to charity auction with in two hours and then after checking your art gallery and some documents we will leave to you designing office after arriving there you have meetings with sharif brothers on 2 o'clock" ayaat replied little nod after sometimes they arriving to her art gallery and check her paintings and then she ordered her workers to deliver the paintings carefully to charity auction after taking some documents from art gallery and handed to kouser and said "lets leave here" after leaving they arrived to her designing office. her office was not so big but it have few dozens of workers she work heard to reach to her carrier and got popular in B state. on the other hand no one knows that she was a daughter of great  businessman man rehman ali's. But some close friends and relatives know that she was his daughter when she entered her office building her phone rang once again she picked her phone and saw that it was her father. With smile she picked up his call and greet him with respect "good morning dad" the person on the phone melted from her voice and replied "a very good morning to you too my treasure" and start complaining "where are you, why didn't you came home the 2 weekends. your mom haven't seen you this two weeks! that's the reason your mom always angry up on me and curse me to approving ur wish to leave home and struggle, so tell me when are you coming" after listening to her father she softly sighed a relive and replied  "dad you know tonight was an charity banquet where my work, my paintings going to auction. I was busy with it so I didn't got time to see you and mama"  "and i know that you got invitation latter from sharif brothers" after listening to her daughter he replied   "oh yes i got invitation letter but i don't have any mood to go, if you agree to go with me and your mother then i can think of it" after listening to her father she said "dad you know they didn't sent me any invitation letter so how can i go" he got angry and said " who said you didn't got any invitation letter? you got through me, if i got you got because your my daughter, Rehman ali's daughter so you have to come with me" he ordered but she chuckled and said   "yes dad iam your's daughter but no one knows that iam your daughter professionally so how can I go with you" afterhearing her he asked   "ok then I'll give  you 2 years to build up your career but only for two years. after two years iam going to expose this secret to whole world that your my child and hairs of ali's corporation is that clear" not waiting for her reply he quick end the call saying " ok bye sweetie. we have to buy a gown to your mom for tonight banquet. See you soon" and he cuts her call...

Story about Arhum khan 25 year's old famous bachelor in B state and ice cold ceo of khan corporation
 And
Ayaat ali 22 years old who's doted by her family and kind hearted hard working women and daughter of famous businessmen rehman ali (ceo of ali corporation) expect from being daughter of rehman Ali she is a popular artist and designer in B state

 You can see how they got married and why. 
 it is a sweetest and cutest love story you ever have read before.
And u can feel all type of emotions hate deep love joyful sad hart broken anger 

This is my first novel. i hope you all love my work if you found any mistake please comment with the screenshot

The gallery showcased art for sale by a bunch of different local artists. Hazel thought that was a pretty cool idea. It gave the artists a chance to get noticed. Whoever opened this place must really care about supporting young talent. 
She had fun perusing the various paintings and sculptures in the main gallery. While everything had different styles and color schemes it somehow all fit together. Whoever set this up had a good eye. 
After wandering around for a while she needed to go to the bathroom so she followed the signs down a hallway in the back. On her way there she noticed a plaque that said 'Owner's Private Collection' and below it in smaller letters 'Not For Sale'. 
Hazel decided to check that out on her way back from the bathroom. Based on the good taste exhibited in the front room, she was curious what the private collection would look like. The owner must be a real art lover and not have enough space in their house to hang everything. 
After stepping inside she did a double take. The first painting she saw was hers. It was the one of Billy against a tree in the moonlight that she had showcased her freshman year. Funds had been low about a year later and that jerk Billy Lawson had encouraged her to sell it to pay for her textbooks. 
It broke her heart to part with it because it was how they started dating and at the time she thought she loved him. How on earth had it ended up here? 
On either side of that painting were the ones she had done of the same bit of ocean at sunrise and sunset. Lilac blossoms against the side of an old white house…hummingbirds drinking from petunias…a swarm of monarch butterflies surrounding a little girl…These were all her paintings. 
All twenty-two paintings Hazel had agonized over selling on Etsy when she didn't have room in her apartment or needed money. Every single painting here was hers. 
How on earth had this happened? Did whoever bought the first painting like it so much that they subscribed to her Etsy store? It was possible to get notifications when new things popped up from sellers. 
Even so, this didn't make sense! Who had money to burn on twenty-two paintings? Who could possibly like her art enough to make sure they had all of it and then display it here for other people to enjoy? 
All this time Hazel had thought her art ended up all over the country in various homes or offices but it had been here in Salt Lake City, Utah! Her first painting sold almost five years ago…how long had this gallery been open? 
She scrambled out of the room in search of an employee. "Excuse me!" she puffed. "How long has this gallery been open?"
The man frowned at her for running inside the building. "Nearly a year now. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Thanks."
Only a year? Then where had her paintings been before then? How did they end up here at all? Who owned this gallery? She doubted the employee would tell her for privacy purposes. 
Hazel stumbled out of the gallery in a daze, making it all the way to her car before she remembered to call Will. He answered on the second ring. 
"Hazel, what is it?"
His voice brought her back down to earth. She shook her confusing thoughts about her paintings free. "I'm in Salt Lake today. I wanted to bring you lunch. Where's your office? And what do you want to eat?"
"I can text you the address in a minute. What brings you out here?" he asked in surprise. 
It would be too embarrassing to explain herself. "Long story. But I'm here and I want to see you so what sounds good?"
"I could go for a meatball sub and some potato chips," Will admitted. "I am out of the office right now though. If you beat me back go ahead and wait for me."
"Got it. See you in a bit," Hazel said before hanging up. 
The mall she had parked beneath should have a sandwich shop in the food court. She could pick the food up there. She hummed to herself, thinking about the look on her husband's face when she came to visit him. 
Thirty minutes later she pulled into a very small parking lot by the real estate developers' office. So this was where Will spent his days. She was rather curious what his office looked like; she knew he had one because he had mentioned something about it before. 
Pressing the lock button on her car key, Hazel headed inside and smiled at the woman behind the front desk. "Hi, I'm Hazel Sheffield. I'm here to bring my husband Will some lunch."
The woman blinked at her. "So you're his wife. I did wonder…he showed up one day wearing a wedding ring without a single word to any of us. Nice to meet you. But I'm afraid Mr. Sheffield is still out."
"He told me I might beat him back," she said. "I can wait."
The woman surveyed the waiting area for a moment. "You'll probably be more comfortable in his office. I've told them a million times to get better chairs out here…"
She led the way through a couple of halls until they reached a door with 'William Sheffield' on a plaque in the window next to it. Hazel thanked her and set the bag of food down on Will's desk. 
The room was painted light blue—even the ceiling—and one of the paintings she had rescued from Billy's apartment hung on the wall along with Will's diploma from UCLA. Hazel nearly forgot he had asked to borrow one of them for his office. 
Sitting down in the rather comfortable computer chair, Hazel spun back and forth a bit as she examined the things on his desk. There was a picture of her from their trip to Mexico, which made her smile. He was more sentimental than he let on. 
He probably went out and got that printed right after they got back, the sap. It was easier to believe he really loved her when she saw that. 
A husband having his wife's picture on his desk was a perfectly normal thing when they got married the traditional way. Who would have thought her flash marriage husband would love her enough to do something so average? 
But when Hazel saw what was in the frame next to it her blood ran cold. She recognized that drawing. It couldn't be!
She immediately removed the back of the frame to be absolutely sure. There it was in hot pink crayon: 'Bily, thank you for be good to me.' Heart Hazel. She wrote this when she was seven years old to thank Billy for teaching her how to write.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

On the sixth day that Yujia stayed at Lingxin, she went over to her master's residence with a completed painting in her hand. She worked on it for quite a while, in comparison to some of the mountain paintings that she finished in an hour or two. 
This painting focused on something that Yujia hadn't worked much on before. Contrary to her usual vague scenic paintings, this one depicted a detailed, up-close branch of soft pink plum blossoms next to two jagged boulders. She drew it with inspiration to a large plum tree planted in the middle of the courtyard she stayed in. Though the flowers had long fallen off, she could still imagine how beautiful the sight would be when they bloomed. Thus, she decided to paint them. 
Over the past few days, she spent a lot of time in the outside air of her courtyard, observing the branches of plum and sketching them for reference. Then, a day ago, she began to paint once she was certain that she had enough of an understanding of the structure of the tree. 
Yujia found that there were definitely a lot of benefits to staying at Lingxin, if one were to consider for the sake of art. Almost every single area that one could find at the academy was picturesque with all sorts of flowers and plants. Once Yujia was finished with mastering how to paint the plum trees, she would move on to learn how to paint all the other plant specimens. This made sure that she always had something to do. She would never run out of things to paint. 
The courtyard that Yujia resided in wasn't too shabby in other aspects either. It wasn't just all the greenery planted throughout that made the courtyard a marvelous place to live in. Everything else about it was also tended to in a careful manner, from the wood used to create the floors, walls, and ceiling, to the perfectly matching furniture and decoration within the rooms. 
In fact, perhaps the best of all, was that the entire courtyard belonged to Yujia. She didn't need to share it with anyone else. It was definitely small in size, but there were three separate rooms within the courtyard: a bathroom, bedroom, and overall living room. This was a definite upgrade in comparison to the South Courtyard that the Fourth Miss lived in, where all the functions of daily life was jammed into one small room. 
The bathroom was what Yujia found most stunning. In it was a large carved out bathing area on the elevated floor where water could be deposited. She tried it out when she first arrived, and it definitely felt more luxurious than anything she ever encountered so far. A wooden tub just couldn't compare to an almost pool-like structure existing for only her use. It was also nice to know that she could take frequent baths— it seemed like staying clean was the greatest luxury of all.
It was also the existence of this structure also made Yujia a little curious with everything else in the courtyard. Somehow, everything seemed more… technologically advanced. The bathtub could hold hot water, even temperatures outside were chilly, for an extended amount of time. The chamber pots were attached to the floor and had a rudimentary "flushing" function, involving a small well of water built into the bathroom itself and a water scoop. The drawing desk in the living room had a drawer built underneath it to store supplies like brushes. The bedroom had a mini-fan that functioned like one in the modern world as long as one pulled on a string that made the blades in the fan spin. 
This certainly raised Yujia's suspicions. Everything was still crude enough to resemble lots of the objects in this time period— there definitely weren't televisions or electricity-powered things— except the ideas, such as a flushable toilet and a fan with spinning blades, mimicked some of the things that could be found in modern times. To any normal person living in this time period, things may seem a little peculiar, but not too attention-catching. 
Yujia, meanwhile, wasn't any normal person. To someone like her with a taste of modern life, there was an obvious sense of familiarity to the objects in this particular courtyard that her master gave her. 
Keeping her suspicions in mind, Yujia decided that it was yet another mystery to add on her list of things to solve. She wasn't sure what the reason was behind all of this, or even if there was any reason in the first place. Since she was heading over to her master to ask for critiques, perhaps it would be a good idea to ask him?
Quickly, however, she paused these thoughts when she arrived at her master's courtyard. It wasn't too far from Yujia's courtyard, and she memorized the structure of the residences at Lingxin fairly well too. 
There were two main "villas", one where her master resided alone, and one where Ye Yunhe and his father lived. Yujia was organized to live with her master, since he had many empty courtyards. He lived in the Osmanthus Courtyard. Yujia was given the Plum Courtyard. There were two other courtyards: the Lotus Courtyard for other guests, and the Winter Courtyard for servants. Conveniently, her courtyard was situated adjacent to her master's, so it didn't take long for her to arrive. 
Now that all the matters involving her marriage ended and she was fairly stress-free, Yujia finally decided to spend some time with art. Along with the reawakening of her passion for art, Yujia also began to want to truly improve, for the first time in years. She created artwork not for the purpose of profit, but her own growth in skill. This was a sensation that felt almost foreign to her. 
Putting her painting down on the table between both of them, Yujia greeted her master briefly and showed him the piece that she had been working on. Hesitantly, she inquired, "How… do you feel about it?"
Her master looked up at her, then moved his gaze down on the painting, staring at it for a long, tense moment. Yujia felt that her palms began to sweat as she waited for his response with both worry and a desire for praise. It would be a reassuring feeling for someone to acknowledge all of her hard work with this one painting. 
Instead of giving his instant opinion, her master asked back, "Did you paint the plum tree in your courtyard?"
Yujia nodded. 
Seeing her response, he sighed, then stated his next words with a blank gaze. 
"This painting is trash."


At 24 years old, Yang Yujia is an unemployed art major, living off heavy debt and instant noodles, both of her irresponsible parents refusing to support her. During a high-school reunion, Yujia gets drunk, does stupid things, and when she wakes up again, Yujia is no longer in the correct world, time-period, or body. 

Unfortunately, as a transmigrator, Yujia does not seem to have much luck either— instead of transmigrating with a set of stunning martial arts skills, knowledge that would aid her in troubling situations, or a position of royalty that would make her life much easier, Yujia is the fourth (illegitimate) daughter of a small merchant. And what skills does she have to help her survive this world?

A pretty face, witty mouth, and useless artistic talent?

Good enough. 

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Sylvia's heart beat fast. In the silent darkness, she could clearly hear her heartbeat.

Henry bent his arms slightly.
This simple action made Sylvia's whole body tense.

What should I do? Is he going to hug me?
But he hasn't officially pursued me yet!

While Sylvia was lost in her thoughts, she heard a sound.

This sound stopped the idea in Sylvia's mind abruptly.

She turned her head slightly and saw that the man beside her had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Henry's state made Sylvia let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a hint of unwillingness in her beautiful eyes.

Damn Henry! Smelly Henry! I don't attract you at all, do I? How could you fall asleep just like that?

Sylvia turned around angrily and was facing Henry. She pouted her mouth and kicked Henry's ankle with her calf slightly as if she was venting her anger.

When the kick came out, Sylvia couldn't help but laugh out loud. She carefully looked at the face of the man in front of her. This was the first time that she had seen him so carefully.

Sylvia slowly stretched out her little hand and put it on Henry's face. She gently stroked his rough skin, so that she could associate it with what kind of suffering this man had suffered before.

Sylvia blushed and slightly shrank her head. She instinctively squeezed into Henry's arms and closed her eyes. Lying in Henry's arms, she felt a sense of security that she had never felt before.

When Sylvia felt drowsy, she leaned against Henry's chest and fell asleep with an attractive smile on her face.

After she fell asleep, Henry slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the woman in his arms and reached out his other hand to hold the woman's thin waist.

The next morning, the sun was shining.

Sylvia opened her eyes in a daze and found that the person next to her had disappeared. This feeling of emptiness made Sylvia feel a little disappointed.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she got up from the bed. As soon as she got out of the guest bedroom, she saw Milan sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at her with a smile.

As soon as she saw Sylvia coming out of the bedroom, she teased, "Hey, damn girl, you got up quite early. Ah, you didn't change much. Were you still a saintess last night?"

"What are you talking about?" Sylvia rolled her eyes at Milan. "Where are your parents?"

"The company is very busy recently. They went out early in the morning and didn't have breakfast."

"Oh." Sylvia nodded and didn't ask anything more. She kept looking at the room with her eyes.

"What are you looking for? A man?" Milan got up, swayed to Sylvia, and looked her up and down. "Tut-tut, tut-tut, H..Henry, such a big beauty, slept in you arms all night without doing anything? I didn't say anything, but I have to look down on you!"

"Hey! It's not good to say something bad behind people's back!" The door of Milan's house was opened from the outside, and Henry came in from outside.

"Damn it. Why do you have my keys?"
Milan pointed at Henry.

"Hey hey." Henry squinted his eyes and smiled. "Last night, Uncle Xiao had already called me his godson, so he gave me the key."

Henry waved his hand, and the key to Milan's house was in it.

"Come on, you. Even if you enter my house, I'm still the boss here." Milan rolled her eyes and urged, "Let your wife get ready. The exhibition will start soon. If we don't leave soon, you won't be able to find a place to park!"

When Sylvia saw Henry, she thought of what happened last night. She actually took the initiative to get into the man's arms. She felt that her face was burning.

Without saying a word, she went into the bathroom and began to dress up.

Master Ferger's show began at 10 o'clock in the morning in the art centre of Hangzhou.

As a world-famous painting master, Master Ferger was good at several kinds of paintings, and the meaning of the paintings was also worth pondering. For people who liked painting, Master Ferger's paintings were absolutely a kind of enjoyment.

This exhibition attracted too many people.

An hour before the start of the exhibition, Henry and the other two just found a parking space, which was still far from the art centre.

As soon as they walked to the door of the exhibition, Henry and the other two saw a disgusting figure.

Cody Yang stood in front of the exhibition hall, accompanied by a middle-aged man.

At the same time when Henry and the other two saw Cody, Cody also saw the three of them.

"Oh, boy, I really admire your courage. I thought that you had left Hangzhou overnight!" Cody said rudely when he saw Henry.

Henry also laughed. "I also admire your courage. Your face doesn't hurt anymore, but you still dare to talk to me like this?"

Henry raised his hand. This action made Cody subconsciously take two steps back, and then he raised his chest. "Kid, I don't want to have such a fearless argument with you. Look at your clothes. If you don't understand paintings, don't come here and pretend you do." 

Henry didn't say anything. He had heard too much of this kind of sarcasm during this period of time.

Looking at Henry's indifferent look, Cody snorted and said, "Let's wait and see!"

There was still one hour before the exhibition started. A long line had been lined up at the entrance of the art centre.

Milan calculated that it would take an hour to line up. After all, this was the exhibition of Master Ferger's. Every painting in it was worth millions and millions, so the security had to be done properly.

It was really boring to wait there. Milan rolled her eyes and looked at Henry non stop. She snapped her fingers and took Sylvia's arm. "Let's go, Sylvia. I'll take you to an interesting place!"

After she said that, without waiting for Sylvia's answer, she pulled Sylvia and walked to the other side.

Sylvia was confused and followed Milan.

She didn't know what Milan was going to do.

Henry didn't care. Wherever Sylvia went, he would go.

About fifteen minutes away from the art centre, Sylvia saw the two words "talent market".

This talent market sign was printed on an administrative building.

Sylvia was a little confused. "Milan, what are you doing here? Are you going to recruit workers?"

"No, I'll estimate the price of your husband who you pay 20,000 yuan a month. Let's see how much you've earned!" Milan narrowed her eyes and smiled. Then she pulled Sylvia and walked into the talent market.

Henry followed the two women and was a little speechless. Evaluated him? What kind of price was this?

It was the first time for Sylvia to hear about such a thing, so she felt curious.

A month ago, Henry Zhang, who is honored with the title of "Satan" in the underworld, came back from abroad, and married into Lin Family, has become the husband of Sylvia Lin. Sylvia dismissed all her servants and left the whole housework to Henry, aiming to force him to divorce in this way. However, Henry didn't think so. Every time when Sylvia met troubles, it was Henry who helped her out, making Sylvia change her thoughts of him gradually...

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Return to the school?
Meng Fan looked towards Zhang Zhou Wei. 'Is this what it's like to be drunk?'
The brazen mouth really lived up to his name. Normally he always asked for what he wanted, but during such crucial times, he was overcome by his scaredy-cat instinct!
"We can't go back to school for sure."
Meng Fan ignored Zhang Zhou Wei and continued, "These guys are pretty done... How about this, let's find a place nearby... The hotel across the street! Let's book a few rooms and tough out one night. How about it?"
Aside from Zhang Zhou Wei who wanted to go back, the others had no objection.
If they couldn't return to school, they could only go to a hotel. Normally, they'd be okay just going to an internet cafe, but this time, there were a few drunk people in addition to girls.
They crossed the road to the hotel across the street that looked to be of a high standard and asked the front desk to open a few rooms. How awkward. Because of Su Qing Cen's concert, the hotel has been booked full.
The front desk smiled. "Hello, our hotel only has a deluxe room and a suite left."
The crew glanced at the prices for a deluxe room and a suite and immediately retreated in their steps. Even if there were discounts for booking early in the morning, it was not a cheap price.
"Let's try a different hotel."
"Screw it, it'll be the same price at other places too. I can't carry these guys any longer."
Meng Fan asked the front desk how big the suites were, and if they could all fit inside one. After all, it would include a large living room in addition to the master bedroom. The girls would sleep in the bedroom and the guys would get the living room. It was good enough for one night.
"Okay!"
Meng Fan thought about it and told the front desk, "One deluxe room, and two suites please."
The front desk was stunned, and so was Wang Ya Nan and the others.
Meng Fan's thoughts were simple. Since they could only pick a suite, they might as well enjoy it. If one was too cramped, two should be enough for everyone to enjoy themselves.
As for the deluxe room, Meng Fan wanted Wang Ya Nan to better take care of Zhang Zhou Wei, who was completely blacked out at this point.
"Ya Nan, we can't deal with this drunk tard. We'll leave it to you."
Meng Fan threw Zhang Zhou Wei on the big bed in the deluxe room and turned to leave, leaving Wang Ya Nan stomping the floor in anger, her face flushed red.
"I'm a good baby, I want to go back to school!"
Zhang Zhou Wei was livid, wobbling back and forth on the bed. When Wang Ya Nan went to help him, Zhang Zhou Wei with the slip of his foot dragged Wang Ya Nan onto the floor with him. The floor was covered in carpet, so soft, so warm...
"Wow!"
"Ah!"
The girls, who had been burnt out were immediately revitalized when they saw the suite.
They were all from decent families, but they were still young, and this was their first time living in a fancy hotel suite like this. The excitement was high in their rooms.
After dumping Zhang Zhou Wei with Wang Ya Nan, he left the hotel. He didn't head upstairs to join the others, nor did he care how the nine remaining people would split the rooms... Ten minutes later, Meng Fan, who had already hailed a cab turned back on his steps and took with him Chen Da Qiang and Xing Ta Ge who had been "kicked out" back to his apartment.
Although they had both brought their girlfriends, it was too inconvenient to do anything in that kind of atmosphere. The girls had gone crazy seeing the oversized bathroom and the jacuzzi bathtub and were eager to undress and jump in. No way they'd let two dudes freely walk about the room.
The chances of making this group of girls walk around conservatively in such a suite for the night was non-existent.
After "kicking out" the two guys, they could let themselves go. It was almost too liberating!
There was no way they were going to bed. They had to use all the services provided with the suite!
"You guys can pick your rooms. The toiletries are brand new."
Meng Fan went upstairs to shower in his own bathroom before coming back down. Chen Da Qiang and Xing Ta Ge were already showered and huddled together watching anime in the living room.
"Wow, you guys finished fast. Did you shower together?"
Meng Fan trolled them a bit, before asking if they were hungry. He went to see if there was any food in the fridge, then asked Chen Da Qiang to go deal with it.
It turns out that people who had a talent for finding food wasn't necessarily good at making food...Xing Ta Ge and Meng Fan stared at the pot of instant noodles and both decided to go to bed hungry.
The next day on his morning run, Meng Fan was cautious and wore his hat to avoid being hit by another random object. Even if it was lucky in the end, he had to suffer external pain during the process. Yesterday morning he had gotten lucky and been hit on the sweatband, centimeters away from a large bruise on his forehead.
It was as if the effects of +1 luck had been shut off, for Meng Fan ran 10 kilometers at the school without anything happening. What was out of the ordinary was just some casual greetings from classmates calling him badass. Oh, and Wu Tong was in Beijing. Today's run was a lonely one.
Returning home, Xing Ta Ge was still in bed, while Chen Da Qiang was well awake. He was more or less bothered by the bowl of instant noodles last night and woke up early to make breakfast to prove he was a good cook. The result...Thankfully, Meng Fan brought breakfast back with him.
The sun came out after they were done with their breakfast.
On November 19th, it was already ten days past winter. Meng Fan couldn't feel much change on his morning run due to the temperature adjustment function of his sportswear, but after showering, eating breakfast, and basking in the sun, Meng Fan began to feel the warmth of winter approaching.
"Morning, how's the weather over there?"
"Sunny, but can't see the sun."
Meng Fan broke into a big smile and took a selfie to send to Wu Tong. "Do you think my warm smile can break Beijing's smog?"
"This is too much for my eyes, hahaha!"
"What are your plans for today?"
"In the morning I'm attending a class at the Chinese Painting Department at the Central Art Academy, and going to a joint exhibition by their professors in the afternoon. In the next two days, I'll be at the Central Art Academy, and if all goes well, I'll be at the palace museum the day after tomorrow to watch the restoration of ancient paintings. Then I might be able to partake in some of the restorations since that kind of painting is my specialty and the focus of this trip."
Meng Fan could feel Wu Tong's excitement since Wu Tong had always expressed her interest in restoring paintings at the palace museum.
After watching "Master in Forbidden City", she was already going to "Restore paintings in the Forbidden City". Not only was she able to get in, but she'd also have a chance to try it herself too!
They chatted for a while and ended the conversation when Wu Tong left to listen in on her classes and Meng Fan began to work on his manga.
Shortly after, Meng Fan saw the progress for task phase 2 of [News Figure] increased by another point, confirming his appearance on "Fast track Sports".
At about 10:00 o'clock, Chen Da Qiang (who went back to take a nap after breakfast) and Xing Ta Ge had just woken up. He had received a call from Wei Zhi Xue, saying they were taking the morning off to enjoy the breakfast and lunch service provided by the hotel suite.
Conveniently, Su Qing Cen's call also came at this time, saying Meng Fan missed the celebration dinner so she wanted to treat him to lunch.
Chen Da Qiang. Who was just about to head out and find food paused in his steps. Xing Ta Ge also looked towards Meng Fan.
Meng Fan could only say, "Uhm, I'm with my two roommates and we were hunting for lunch. Can I bring them too?"
"Of course!"
"YES!"
Chen Da Qiang and Xing Ta Ge danced around in place with their eyes closed. Was there anything more exciting?!
There was, of course.
For example, taking photos and sharing a meal with your goddess, and having her personally ask you what you liked to eat and if there was enough food… It's too much!


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

Gordon Zhou had just walked toward the elevator to leave for the day when he heard Charlotte happily chatting with people. He stopped out of her sight and listened. He soon realized she was on a voice call with family. He could hear the worry in her voice as she talked about her mother's health. 
  He swallowed hard. He felt uncomfortable in his heart when he thought of the burden Charlotte and her family carried. His logic told him nearly all of his employees could tell similar stories of misfortune but he'd never felt like this before—the urge to do something. To fix the problem. He knew with his vast fortune that he had the power to ease their suffering, but how could he do it without offending Charlotte and her family? 
  Just then Charlotte came around the corner to the elevators. Their eyes met. She looked surprised. 
  "Mr. Zhou, good evening." She said gently. She seemed tired. 
  "Miss Xia." He nodded in his same reserved voice. 
  They both took the same elevator. There was an awkward silence until Gordon spoke up, "I can loan you the money if you need it." 
  "Ah, you heard my conversation." She guessed. 
  "Right." He affirmed. 
  "Mr. Zhou, the amount my mother needs for treatment is more than I can repay you in a timely manner. I'm afraid that as a businessman, you know loaning to someone like me is a risk." Charlotte explained. 
  "How about this? I need someone to attend business events and such. I can pay you $10,000 each time you attend with me." Gordon offered. 
  "Absolutely not. I am not a paid escort. It goes against my bottom line. If you want me to go out with you for some reason, I will be honored and happily go. But I won't accept money for it." Charlotte explained. 
  He considered her words. She might just be the first woman he'd met that wasn't after his money. He found his respect for her growing. And she said she'd happily be willing to go out with him. Did that mean...
  "I know! I could cook for you in exchange for helping my mother. But not at $10,000 a meal!" Charlotte interrupted his thoughts. He was startled. 
  "You cook?" He asked. 
  "Of course. My dad died when I was young and before my mom got sick she worked to provide my sister and I. I had to learn to cook so I could take care of me and my sister while mom was at work." Charlotte explained. 
  Gordon was surprised. As a child until the present his meals had always been prepared by a gourmet chef employed by his family. He couldn't imagine the struggles she'd faced. 
  "I'm sorry." He said quietly. 
  "No need. I may not be able to run in high heels but I've been cooking for over half my life. I don't mean to brag, but it's one thing I do well." She said with quiet confidence. 
  "Then please allow me to take you home so I can sample your cooking. Unless, you have a car here already?" Gordon asked. 
  "No, I don't have a car." Charlotte said. 
  The elevator stopped on the ground floor and she followed him outside where his driver waited for him in a Rolls Royce. Charlotte's eyes widened. She'd never ridden in such a luxury car. Gordon waited for her to enter and then followed her in. 
  He noticed the look of utter shock and surprise on his driver's face. To his credit, the driver remained silent and followed Charlotte's directions. Soon they arrived at her apartment. 
  He followed her out of the elevator and to her door. Suddenly she paused. 
  "Mr. Zhou, my home is humble. I just realized I'm not really qualified to receive you."
  He looked at her worried little face and said, "I don't look down on you. There's no need for concern."
  She nodded and unlocked the door. He followed her inside and took in his surroundings. It was small but well kept and clean. Bright colors splashed happily around the room in her decor. 
  To his right was a small kitchen area full of brightly colored dish towels and shelves of colorful dishes and glassware. Ahead was a living area. A simple but modern grey couch covered in brightly colored pillows faced a simple wooden table and in the wall a TV was mounted. 
  The walls were covered in reprints of famous works of abstract art, their happy colors catching his eyes. Straight ahead and past the living room was a balcony with a small stone table and two bright yellow bean bags. To his right, past the kitchen was a door. 
  "Make yourself at home. I'm going to change out of my work clothes before I start dinner." Charlotte said as she kicked her high heels off and hung her purse by the front door. She slipped on a pair of house slippers. 
  She headed toward the closed door while Gordon also put on a pair of slippers. He walked around the small apartment taking in the paintings on the wall. He noticed a multi-colored rug taking up most of the floor space in the living area. 
  Just then Charlotte reappeared in a pair of black leggings and a baggy tee-shirt. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. His lips twitched into a smile without realizing it. She looked like a little girl playing dress up with her mother's clothes. 
  "I don't believe it!" She exclaimed, looking at him. 
  "What is it?" Gordon asked in confusion. 
  "You really can smile! You should do that more often!" She had teased him but praised him in the end. 
  Gordon turned his head quickly in embarrassment but Charlotte ignored it. As she tied an oversized apron around her waist he asked, "May I use the washroom?" 
  "It's through the bedroom." She absentmindedly answered as she began pulling ingredients out. 
  "Hey, what do you want to eat?" She called out as he wasn't about to pass into the bedroom. He paused. In truth he was picky about his food but he wasn't certain what she had on hand and didn't want to offend her. 
  "I'm sure anything will be fine." He said as he went in the bedroom and hurried into the washroom. Brightly colored rugs and towels added color to the tiny bathroom. He had closets bigger than this space, but he admired her ability to make the small room welcoming. 
  After he finished washing his hands he stepped back into the bedroom again and was finally able to see this room clearly. Bright red curtains graced the window and the bed was covered in a bedspread with bright red poppies splashed across it. He noticed a few picture frames on her dresser and he stepped closer to look. 
  A handsome couple and two young girls happily smiled back at him. This had to be her family before she lost her father. A more recent photo showed a gently smiling elder woman. Charlotte and a young girl who looked similar in appearance hugged the woman and smiled. 
  He glanced at the cloakroom filled with bright colored clothes. 
  Gordon turned back to go into the kitchen when he noticed the paintings on the wall. These were not framed reprints like those in the living area. These were canvases and they were happy scenes of nature. Bright orange sunsets, and lovely pink cherry blossoms, and deep blue-green oceans. 
  "Who is the artist of these paintings?" Gordon called out. 
  Charlotte appeared at the door wiping her hands on a towel. 
  "I did those in college. I minored in art." She explained. 
  "You painted these?" He asked in surprise as he stepped closer to the sunset painting. 
  "Yes." She affirmed. 
  "Would you paint one for my office?" He asked suddenly.

Charlotte Xia is fresh out of university looking for work. She lands a job at the prestigious Rising Sun Group, a high end jewelry design firm as the personal secretary to the CEO. President Gordon Zhou’s first impression of her isn’t great but for the first time in his life he feels his hardened heart is beginning to soften slowly. Charlotte is like a wild fire; carefree and passionate about life. She lives her days with optimism and joy and bold splashes of color. Gordon has always been known as an aloof ice berg. He keeps his distance from most people. The more Charlotte is around him the more she perceives that his cold nature is a facade to keep out loneliness and pain. She is determined to break down those defenses and promise him forever. But when a misunderstanding occurs, will they be able to find their way back to each other?

Holding the letter carefully in her hand, Zhi Rou looked softly at the elegant handwriting. 

It was addressed, "To my dearest beloved." 

Glancing at her friend from the corner of her eyes she put the letter safely into the inside of her jacket. Once the letter was put away her full attention was settled on the macarons inside the box. Picking up a pink macaron, Zhi Rou quietly swallowed her saliva. Remembering her first taste of macaron she slightly shivered. 

'I have a problem,' thought Zhi Rou as she nearly lost her self control over a small cake. 

Finally, she stopped hesitating and placed the treat into her mouth. A mixture of roses and raspberries exploded in her mouth as she relaxed back in her seat in satisfaction. 

Throughout the next hour, she occasionally had one or two macarons until she had already eaten twenty of them. Deciding that she should leave some more for later, Zhi Rou put the box back in her backpack. 

Suddenly the seat that she was on started to feel really comfortable and her eyelids started to grow heavy. By now it was already around ten O'clock at night and almost everyone on the flight was trying to get some sleep. 

Yawning and deciding that she should probably try to get some shut-eye, Zhu Rou closed her eyes and rested her head against the headrest. Getting used to the low hum of the plane and the other passengers shuffling sounds she slowly drifted off and dreamed of sweet nothings until she was awoken the next morning for breakfast. 

Cutely yawning, Zhi Rou rubbed off the drool that had dried on her cheek as she got up to get to the little bathroom on the plane. By the time the eleven hours and forty-five minutes flight touched down in Bejing, Zhi Rou and Jie Fang were feeling sweaty and restless. 

Almost twelve hours without being able to stretch out your feet, with the exception of going to the bathroom which in itself was not a pleasant experience, is quite irritating. 

Leaving the plane, getting their luggage, and finally getting through security they made it to the pickup destination were their parents were waiting for them. As she struggled through the crowd she finally saw her mom. Jie Fang had already found her parents earlier and so it was just Zhi Rou and her mom that walked out of the exit together.

"How was your trip? Did you learn a lot?" asked her mother in a strict tone. 

She was always like this, education came before everything. She was also the main reason why Zhi Rou could get into such a prestigious art school.

"It was really amazing, the artwork and architecture that we saw was absolutely stunning," replied Zhi Rou. "I also got to meet a lot of really nice people." 

Still on a bit of a high from her trip to Paris, Zhi Rou started grinning as she recounted all of the things that she saw on the tour.

Patiently listening to her babble on and on, Zhi Rou's mother slightly smiled. Her lips had the same heart shape curve as her daughters, although hers were a bit fuller. 

When Zhi Rou finally stopped talking she said, "While you were away a boy came by and asked if you could tutor him on his paintings. He seems nice and they pay is good, why don't you try it?"

"Tutoring? Sure, although I didn't know that anyone was looking for me to tutor them," said Zhi Rou, a little confused at the sudden invitation. 

"When does he want to start?" asked Zhi Rou, ignorant of the pain and suffering that this simple conversation would one day cause her. 

"It is too late to start right now and you just got back so you probably want some rest, but how about tomorrow afternoon?" replied her mom.

One wrong decision could change your life forever. 

It could be the difference between living with your perfect half, the special someone who makes you wake up in the morning with butterflies in your stomach just because you know they will be sleeping gently right next to you when you awaken. 

Or living your life alone, without having somebody to weather the storms of life with, without a lifelong friend and companion to enjoy and share your achievements, passions, and sorrows. 

Turning what was once a hopeful journey, into a search for that lighthouse to guide you back home. 

 An empty life filled with regrets of what could have been instead of expectations and excitement over what is occurring. 

Simply existing, without feeling the true delight of being able to actually live. 

All because the one that brought colour into your world is not there anymore and has taken away the glow that they once brought with them away again.

This kind of indulgence led to getting up late.
Tang Jiyao thought that the girl was thin-skinned, so he waited for her in the bedroom and let Xia Ling follow him out.
But when they went downstairs, they found that the villa was empty.
Tang's father and mother took Tang Ting out to participate in the art exhibition and show off their grandson.
* 
For Lunch, Tang Jiyao and Xia Ling ate at home.
Tang Jiyao went to work in the afternoon.
Xia Ling digested her food and exercised in the villa's gym for 40 minutes before taking a shower and changing her clothes.
It wasn't until five or six in the afternoon that Tang Ting came back from the outside with his parents.
He wore orange short sleeves and fashionable jeans and breeches.
Tang Ting wore a baseball cap on his head and a pair of small sunglasses on his face, revealing a cute and exquisite minibus. He looked like a fashionable small model.
He was held in the middle by his father and mother Tang as he skipped along.
Xia Ling had bought a book online. It was a professional book on architecture. She flipped through it in the living room.
When Little Tang Ting entered, he saw her.
"MOMMY! " He called out crisply. He let go of Father Tang and mother Tang's hands and ran towards Xia Ling.
When he ran in front of her, Xia Ling picked him up.
She looked at the little boy.
After not seeing him for a day, the little boy looked much more cheerful.
The original Tang Ting grew up with the waves of consciousness. His personality was mostly obedient.
The boy was not afraid of being thick-skinned, and he was not afraid of being reckless at all.
They were just afraid that if they were raised too carefully, they would end up keeping everything in their hearts. It was easy for them to rebel, and it was also easy for them to have a twisted personality.
Xia Ling rubbed his head. "Little Ting, are you obedient when you follow your grandparents? "
Tang Ting: "I'm happy! My grandparents took me fishing, and we even went to see paintings, and even went to the amusement park! "
The happiness of a child was the purest.
He liked whoever treated him well.
Hearing Tang Ting's words, Xia Ling looked at Father Tang and mother Tang.
Father Tang and mother Tang both had high and mighty tempers. One of them was serious, while the other looked like a noble lady who did not get close to others. Hence, the Tang Jiyao that they raised had a serious and cold personality.
These two people actually brought Tang Ting to a lively amusement park that did not fit their status... ...
They really liked Tang Ting very much.
"Thank you, father, thank you, mother. I've troubled you all! "
* 
Looking at Xia Ling, mother Tang's expression was indifferent.
"Yes, Xiao Ting is our grandson. It's only right that we dote on him more. "
Her tone still carried a hint of dissatisfaction towards Xia Ling.
However, Xia Ling did not care about these slight dissatisfactions.
She was not RMB, how could she be liked by everyone?
As long as Tang Jiyao treated her well and Tang Ting grew up healthily and happily, the others... ... Xia Ling did not care at all ...
With a smile, Xia Ling said, "it's still tiring to take care of the child. Dad and mom should go rest. I'll go and help Xiao ting take a bath. "
Even though the mother and son only entered the Tang family because of their wealth, Xia Ling's attitude was still graceful in front of the Tang father and mother. She did not feel inferior at all
* 
Xia Ling took Tang Ting away and helped him take a bath.
The mother and son played in the bathroom for a while, and Xia Ling's body was also covered in water.
After giving Tang Ting a bath, Xia Ling helped him put on his clothes and let the servants lead him to play.
On the other side, Xia Ling also changed her clothes and took another shower in the bathroom.
* 
When she came out of the bathroom.
Tang Jiyao had also returned. He was taking off his suit and looked like he had just returned from the company.
When he saw her, Tang Jiyao naturally asked, "mom didn't make things difficult for you today, right? ''

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

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