Qin Siling had two agendas: to elevate Shen Wanqing and to suppress Wang Keru. She casually said, "I heard that Anxi isn’t living at home anymore. It seems like a waste to leave her room empty. Why not let Wanqing move in?"
Wang Keru was quite furious. Kicking Gu Anxi out was like slapping her in the face. She turned and looked at Qin Han.
Qin Han didn’t like Gu Anxi much either. That child was too manipulative for his taste. Qin Han, a businessman, was very shrewd and worldly, believing that women who clearly desired something were easier to control. Qin Siling, Wang Keru, and Shen Wanqing were all women whose ambitions were apparent. To Qin Han, however, keeping Gu Anxi around was like inviting a wolf into the house. Therefore, he didn’t voice his opinion, merely looking at his son to let him make the decision.
Wang Keru’s heart sank.
Qin Siyuan knew his father’s intentions. He was about to speak when Shen Wanqing gracefully interjected, "Thank you for your kindness, Si Lan. The place I’m staying at is quite good; plus, Siyuan always gives me a ride back when I visit. It’s quite convenient."
Her words were thoughtful and considerate. At the very least, they warmed Qin Siyuan’s heart. Subconsciously, he didn’t want anyone to take over Gu Anxi’s room.
After Gu Anxi had returned, she had spent many nights in the room opposite his. Even though she no longer stayed there, he still had a habit of visiting her room. Her belongings were mostly gone; only a few odds and ends remained.
Qin Siyuan took Shen Wanqing upstairs to familiarize her with the environment. They had just reached the second floor when his phone rang, and he stepped away to answer it.
Shen Wanqing stepped out of his room and pushed open the door to the room across the hall, knowing it was Gu Anxi’s bedroom.
Upon opening the door, she froze. She had assumed that the room would be just like any other, but upon entering, she realized how luxuriously furnished and princess-like it was.
Dominated by pastel pink, the approximately 60-square-meter room featured a large bed adorned with a circular canopy. White, floor-length sheer curtains by the window fluttered lightly in the breeze... It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was fit for a princess. The apartment Qin Siyuan rented for himself looked shabby and considerably poorer in comparison.
Shen Wanqing clenched her fists, reminding herself not to care. She would eventually become the lady of this house.
Just as she was about to leave, her gaze fell on a stack of manuscripts on the bedside table. Were these...
Shen Wanqing walked over, picked one up to take a closer look, and her heart skipped a beat. Were these drawings by Gu Anxi? Though the drawings were a bit rough around the edges, the use of color and bold lines showed originality and a unique artistic conception.
Shen Wanqing bit her lower lip, but then her confidence returned! Gu Anxi’s drawings are so crude; she’s miles away from the top echelons of the art world...
Just then, she heard footsteps near the door. She put the drawings down and looked towards the entrance.
Qin Siyuan entered, a faint smile on his face. "Let’s go down for dinner," he said.
Shen Wanqing agreed. She walked to the door, passed him, and left the room. After dinner, when she went upstairs again, the dozen or so manuscripts were gone.