Wei Zhe's assistant was a young man in his twenties. He was wearing an exquisite ash-gray suit and his hair was combed behind his ears, revealing his mature and handsome face. He graduated from the same university as Wei Zhe and had known him for several years. He was deeply trusted by Wei Zhe.
The mature and reliable assistant was carrying delicately packaged food. He had a decent smile on his face as he knocked on Wei Zhe's small apartment door.
Assistant Xu didn't understand. The boss had money and connections. Why did he want to live in such a small and cramped apartment?
"Erm … Hello." The person who opened the door was a twelve-year-old boy. He was beautiful and his eyes were like a painting. He looked up at the man and asked, "Did Big Brother ask you to bring me dinner?"
Assistant Xu exclaimed in his heart. He felt that this child was really good-looking.
He had heard that Boss had a child at home. It was said that the child was Boss's half-brother. The two of them were very close. Back then, Boss had 'broken ties' with the Wei family because of this child. That was why he was able to develop such a powerful force.
Assistant Xu had exclaimed to his friends that his boss was really magnanimous. If his parents had an illegitimate child, he would definitely strangle the child to death.
But today … he was caught off guard and saw the child in person.
Oh! She was a little good-looking, but how could she make the Boss lose his mind with just her looks? Besides, there were so many good-looking people in this world. Why was he the only one who was favored?
"Erm … Is there something on my face?"
The man's expression was focused and his eyes were filled with curiosity and doubt. Wei Jing felt awkward and uncomfortable. It was as if he was a little white mouse locked in a glass box and someone would come and peel off his skin at any time.
"Huh?" The man was stunned. When he came back to his senses, he quickly restrained his expression and put on a considerate and sincere smile. He handed the food in his hand to the child. "I bought some noodles and side dishes that are easy to digest. I hope you like them."
Wei Jing was stunned by the man's sudden change in expression. He replied in a daze, "Oh!"
"Have a good meal."
Wei Jing: = - =
She was a good assistant, but she was acting like a delivery man. Shouldn't she be asking for a five-star review next?
Assistant Xu: "…" Why is this child looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?
After Wei Jing said "thank you" to his assistant, he carried the food to the dining table and opened it. As soon as he opened the takeout box, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils. It was a soup noodle soup with a tender yellow egg on top of it. Together with some tasty side dishes, it was very suitable for supper at night.
Wei Jing was too engrossed in his painting. In the blink of an eye, it was already past 11 pm.
His eldest brother had already fallen asleep. He sat alone on the chair, picking up the soft and smooth noodles with his chopsticks and eating slowly. His hungry stomach was filled, and he no longer clamored for his presence. After drinking the last mouthful of soup, Wei Jing let out a loud cry.
Oh! It felt great!
After eating and drinking, Wei Xiaojing rubbed her white and tender belly. She tidied up the things on the table and piled them up.
After all, he was useless at household chores.
Feeling very good about himself, he went to rest.
The next day, when Wei Zhe woke up with a hangover, he saw the messy dining table. He knew whose masterpiece it was at one glance. He silently rubbed his forehead and personally threw everything into the trash can.
God knew how much he wanted to throw the table away when he saw it.
At this time, the sky was just turning bright. A ray of light lit up half the sky, and the dark night gradually faded away. Everyone was welcoming a brand new day.
The housekeeper came at the right time and greeted her employer with a gentle smile. She carried fresh vegetables into the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast for the Wei family brothers.
When Wei Jing woke up, breakfast was already prepared and placed on the table.
Like every other day, the two of them ate breakfast together. Wei Zhe sent Wei Jing to school first and gave him detailed instructions. In the end, Wei Jing silently shut his mouth. The driver was already used to this and quietly sat in the front, pretending to be invisible.
When Wei Jing took the drawing he drew last night to the office, he was very nervous. He was afraid that his drawing was too bad and would embarrass himself.
Therefore, when he saw the other two contestants standing in the office with their drawings, he simply wanted to turn around and leave!!! How did he bump into them? If it was just him and his teacher, it wouldn't matter if it was a little ugly. At most, his spot would be taken away, but now …
"Junior, you're here too. What a coincidence!" The third-year senior greeted Wei Jing with a smile.
"Yes, what a coincidence!" Wei Jing was at a loss for words and smiled awkwardly.
It was too much of a coincidence, okay?
Among the three contestants this time, other than Wei Jing, the other two were ninth-year students.
One of them was the president of the student council, the senior who greeted Wei Jing just now. She had big eyes, fair skin, and long straight hair. Not only was she good-looking, but she was also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was recognized as the goddess of the school and many boys had a crush on her.
For example … Little Fatty Ye from the elementary school next door.
The other one was Le Cheng, who had participated in the Youth Art Exhibition last year and had won third place. It was said that he had been learning from a master since he was young. His drawing skills were excellent and he was also quite arrogant.
It wasn't hard to understand. After all, he was a genius!
Wei Jing silently retreated to the side. The cat's eyes, which were originally shining brightly, drooped down in dismay. The curly dark eyelashes were like small fans, making people want to touch them. The senior who was worshipped as the goddess of the school secretly covered her nose. Mommy! For someone who was obsessed with good looks, this kind of beauty was indeed too much of an impact.
Le Cheng originally had a lot of opinions about this junior who had entered the competition from the back. If he didn't have the ability, why the hell did he join?! Not only did he take up a spot for nothing, he would also be eliminated in the first round. How embarrassing would that be for their school?
But looking at this child's pitiful appearance, he held his breath. F * ck! Did you know that acting cute was against the rules?
Wei Jing, who was just standing there and doing nothing, was speechless.
"Alright, what are you still standing there for? Just give the painting to the teacher. " Le Cheng felt that as a good senior, he had to learn to be considerate of his classmates. He patted the young boy's shoulder and comforted him. "Don't be afraid. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. Even if you get eliminated in the first round, I won't blame you."
Le Cheng felt that his words were watertight. It was really good.
But Le Cheng just had to be … born with a mean face. His eyebrows were long and narrow, his eye sockets were deep, his lips were thin, and his facial features were Western. He had a 'twisted' and 'scary' smile, just like a venomous snake that was about to pounce on its prey.
Wei Jing was so scared that he trembled. He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with a smile that was uglier than crying, "Senior, don't worry. I will work hard."
Big brother! He felt like he was being threatened. What should he do?
Le Cheng was speechless. Something seemed wrong?
Goddess senior was speechless. What happened to being arrogant? Hahaha!
"Seeing that you two have such a good relationship, the teacher is relieved." The homeroom teacher sighed with a motherly smile on her face. "Wei Jing, give your painting to the teacher!"
"Okay." Wei Jing's fingers were trembling slightly. His heart was beating extremely fast and his little face was tense. Especially when the homeroom teacher removed the outer layer of the canvas, he really wanted to cover everyone's eyes.
"This … this was drawn by you?" The teacher's tone was full of doubt and surprise.
"Yes! I didn't draw very well. Teacher, do you want someone else to do it … "Wei Jing said timidly in a small voice. He was very upset. This was the best painting he had ever drawn. He thought that even if it couldn't be compared to his seniors, it would at least be considered average!
In the end … the teacher had such an expression. Was it really … too bad?
"This is still considered bad? Oh my god!" The teacher raised the painting excitedly. "Your painting is excellent. It's like … the work of a master." The teacher was at a loss for words. She didn't expect that Wei Jing, who was just there to make up the numbers, could actually draw better than the other two.
After all, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth would usually draw simple things when drawing oil paintings, such as arranged fruits or sculptures … If the painting was too complicated, it would make their paintings look 'dirty'. This was because the lighting and shadows were not handled well, causing the painting to have no layers.
However, the composition of Wei Jing's painting was very perfect. The sunlight shone in from the window, the rows of furniture, and the various details were handled well.
After the excitement, the teacher calmed down and asked carefully, "You drew this yourself, right?"
She couldn't be blamed for being suspicious. However, everyone in school knew that Wei Jing's family was well-off. This painting wasn't drawn in front of them. It wasn't impossible that his parents were willing to spend money to buy a painting to make their child happy.
"I drew it last night." Seeing that the teacher's expression didn't seem to be fake, Wei Jing glanced at the other two's paintings.
One was a cute little tabby cat, and the other was a grassland.
After looking at it, Wei Jing glanced at the seniors strangely. This … was very good?
Wei Jing felt that he had been cheated.
In fact, Wei Jing couldn't be blamed for this embarrassing situation. God knew that Xu Jiaming had high expectations of Wei Jing. Especially after Wei Jing showed an amazing talent in painting, Xu Jiaming's expectations of Wei Jing became even stricter.
In order to prevent the child from becoming arrogant, he would fiercely criticize Wei Jing's paintings every time. In the end, he would grumble, "Even when I was in primary school, I could draw better than you. With your standard, do you think you are still in first grade? Remember, you are 12 years old, not two years old … "
After that, Wei Jing, who had low self-esteem and lacked confidence, felt that he was indeed a good-for-nothing and was useless.
Wei Jing's inferiority complex left a mark on him when he was very, very young.
At first, it was because his friends in the neighborhood ostracized him because he didn't have a father. When things finally got better, his mother passed away and his father didn't care. He lived in the Wei family's mansion and had an outstanding older brother. The servants in the mansion often looked at him with a look of disgust and pity.
Wei Jing couldn't help but feel even more inferior.
Therefore, when he was raped by Xu Jiahui, Wei Jing firmly believed that he was a good-for-nothing.
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