Chapter 525: This Is Way Too Embarrassing

Boss Cutie

The job he had always taken such pride in was gone!

Not only was Qi Bin fired, but even his parents' factory had been dragged down with him. Many of the shareholders had pulled their investments, and plenty of the workers, seeing no profit to be had, had gone on strike and jumped ship. Before they left, though, they even went to Qi Bin's father's office to demand their wages.

The factory was a complete mess.

Qi Bin was in deep shit, unable to extricate himself.

He regretted it desperately now. Why had he ever gotten mixed up with that crazy woman Suya? Now it was hard enough just finding work, and on top of that, his family's factory had run into trouble too.

As a result, he made no end of trouble for Suya.

Every few days he'd go to the Su family to cause a scene, either smashing up their things or splashing paint to stir up trouble.

When the Su family saw Qi Bin's savage manner, they trembled and shook. Not a single person dared step forward to stop him, and at the sight of him they all ran off like they'd seen the god of plagues.

As a result, the Su family complained about Suya endlessly. Whatever she did, they couldn't stand it.

This made Suya's days harder and harder. What was hardest to endure was the pointing and whispering of outsiders, pressing her dignity lower and lower with every word.

And yet she watched Little White Dove rise slowly like a ray of light, growing brighter and brighter in her dark world—so clearly within reach, yet so far out of it.

Little White Dove had lost in love, so naturally he was winning in his career.

He had been an art student to begin with, with no small foundation in painting, and he himself had always enjoyed drawing.

It was only later, when he'd started dating, that his focus had shifted away from painting. But his foundation in it was still there.

He simply soaked in the studio and painted, until one day Sheng Xinyi came over with an application form. "Senior, do you want to take part in the new Hope Cup painting competition?"

"Huh?" Little White Dove, who had been painting in front of his easel, was stunned.

"I just think you paint really well. I've seen your end-of-term work before too, it was amazing. If you could enter, you'd definitely get a good ranking," Sheng Xinyi said, full of hope.

Little White Dove rubbed his nose. "I just draw for fun. I'm not qualified enough to compete."

"Not true!" Sheng Xinyi immediately shook her head. "I think you're perfect for it! Senior Chen Ge, you have to have confidence. If you win, the minimum prize is fifty thousand yuan. Just go and try—you might win!"

Encouraged by Sheng Xinyi, Little White Dove felt motivated all at once.

"Do you really think so?" Little White Dove asked.

"Of course. Even if you don't win, you still get credits. It's the taking part that counts!" A sweet smile hung on Sheng Xinyi's face. "I can be your model for free, as long as you… need one!"

By the end of the sentence, she seemed a little embarrassed.

Little White Dove now examined Sheng Xinyi's pretty, flawless little face. It would of course be nice if she could be his model, and it triggered no small amount of inspiration in him all at once.

"Of course I need one! But isn't it too much trouble for you?" After all, Little White Dove had rejected Sheng Xinyi before, and yet she bore no grudge.

"No trouble at all. I… I'm willing!"

Sheng Xinyi truly was happy. As long as she could be with the person she liked, she was satisfied.

So Little White Dove and Sheng Xinyi agreed to go to the studio.

Sheng Xinyi changed into a light beige slip dress, giving endless room for the imagination.

After all, she was one meter sixty-eight tall, with a slender figure and long hair down to her waist. She was simply aesthetic and Pure Desire. Her petal-colored lips were especially striking, she looked lovely when she smiled, and a faint mole at the tip of her nose was the finishing touch, making her utterly tempting in her pure, water-like way.

Little White Dove was completely stunned by her beauty.

Sheng Xinyi's appearance really was beyond reproach: a celebrity's face, a supermodel's figure, every movement alluring.

Inspired, Little White Dove grabbed a sunflower from the vase and walked over.

Sheng Xinyi had been worrying about what pose to strike, but when she caught sight of Little White Dove holding the sunflower, her eyes went wide and she stared at him in astonishment. Then her little face flushed bright red.

In front of Little White Dove, she was as sweet and bashful as a peach.

"This can be a prop," Little White Dove said, handing it over.

"H-how do I use it?" Sheng Xinyi grew nervous.

"Whatever you like," Little White Dove said, making no particular demands.

"Okay, then can I bite the petals?" Sheng Xinyi batted her fairy-like lashes and asked carefully.

"Bite the petals?" Little White Dove was taken aback.

"Like this~" Sheng Xinyi lowered her head, opened her mouth wide, took a bite of the petal, and held it between her lips.

In the instant she raised her head, she was simply luscious—her eyes clear and bright as jewels.

The sunflower petal held between her lips set off her snow-white, luminous skin, and her lips were bright red, showing a tempting pink.

"The petals look really good to bite~" she said, smiling at him lazily and ingenuously.

The corner of her lips curved, and then the bright light fell across her. To Little White Dove, it was like arriving in a fairyland of this world.

Sheng Xinyi really was beautiful, with a heavenly face that everyone adored, making one long for it.

"Er, hem, okay…" Little White Dove was actually blushing. He coughed once and pretended to be composed, then told Sheng Xinyi to start posing.

"What pose should I do?" Sheng Xinyi looked a little lost, like a fawn that had strayed into the bushes.

"No need to stick to any particular movement. Whatever you like, anything goes," Little White Dove said. He just wanted to capture the most beautiful moment from her movement.

"Okay." Sheng Xinyi stepped forward rather clumsily. Her pretty pink insteps pressed against the carpet, and then she sat down on the freshly laid white rug.

She sat in a full W-sit, long hair cascading down, petal between her lips, gazing at Little White Dove very clear and bright.

Little White Dove's eyes felt hot as he looked, endless ideas crashing around in his head.

After a moment, his brush moved as if guided by a god.

Over nearly three or four hours of painting time, Sheng Xinyi didn't dare move. By the end her little face was completely flushed, and the rims of her eyes were red.

Little White Dove, who had been fully absorbed in it, realized something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" Little White Dove asked anxiously. "Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I… I'm fine, I just want to go to the bathroom~!" Sheng Xinyi's voice grew softer and softer, hard to bring up. She bit her rosy lips, not daring to look at Little White Dove's expression.

Little White Dove understood at once.

Thinking about it, he'd been painting for a long time. She must have been holding it in and feeling awful.

"Go ahead, go!" Little White Dove told her to go to the bathroom.

But the little fool just stood there blankly. "What about your painting?"

"It's fine. I only have the coloring left, and I can handle that. Go quickly." Little White Dove urged her to hurry.

Sheng Xinyi nodded, immediately blushing as she went out.

After a while, she came back with small, quick steps.

When she found Little White Dove's gaze turning toward her, she immediately covered her face.

"So embarrassing…"

Though her voice was soft, it still caught Little White Dove's ear.

"Going to the bathroom is totally normal. Even fairies go to the bathroom," Little White Dove said carelessly. "If a person doesn't eat, drink, pee, or poop, that's when they're sick."