It was a bright, pleasant day.
Zhang Ying went to work as usual. She had not even taken yesterday off, despite it being the weekend, so she had even less reason to stay home today.
She actually worked at a gallery, where she had ten days off a month and could choose when to take them.
She only had to work six hours a day, too.
Of course, with a job like that, her base salary was practically nonexistent.
But Zhang Ying was not there for the base salary.
She was there for the value of her own creations.
Painting was her personal passion, something she had longed to do ever since she was little.
Various pressures had kept her from pursuing it before.
Now, she had finally gotten her wish.
In terms of technique, her paintings ranked near the bottom at the Dream Gallery. But in terms of ideas and originality—or soul, perhaps—she was unquestionably the best.
The gallery owner, a leading painter who had been painting for nearly fifty years, gave her the greatest freedom and the highest praise.
None of this was because she was Zhang Hongxing's daughter.
It came from a genuine appreciation of her work.
Zhou did not appear again on her way to work.
Zhang Ying no longer felt stirred by the matter, either. Since she had made herself clear and even called Lin Kui, she naturally would not keep thinking about him.
But things often did not go the way you wanted them to.
On her way home from work, Zhou appeared again.
Red roses, a white suit, neatly styled hair, and that familiar smile still on his face.
"Beautiful Miss Zhang Ying, may I ask if you have time today?"
Before Zhang Ying could answer, two guards in camouflage stepped out, one