Chapter 826: Chapter 824: Add Money Chapter 826: Chapter 824: Add Money “I never expected myself to fall so low…”

At the same time as he acted decisively, regret also arrived just as swiftly.

Almost within five seconds of realizing what he had done, Young Master Qin sighed with a sense of guilt.

Is it really as the legends say, that only the first sip of coke is immersive?

Fu Qian, beside him, clicked his tongue in wonder, then took a big gulp from his own glass.

“Regret is the most meaningless thing, since the die is cast, why not thoroughly enjoy the pleasures of falling?”

He said in a low tone a moment later.

“Just now, I noticed that you looked uneasy, I believe that after this time, your mental barriers will clear, and you can easily face more dark sides and step onto the peak of your career soon.”

“… I hope so.”

Although Fu Qian’s words were a mess, Young Master Qin was quite compliant.

After listening to his nonsense, Young Master Qin casually threw away his straw and took a frank swig.

“Don’t even say it, I feel like I’ve cleared up, is it really that the main purpose of a bottom line is to feel the thrill after breaking it?”

“I’ve always thought I should have a chat with you, seems like I should trust my instincts more in the future.”

“Speaking of which, you’re so adept, you’re not secretly working as some sort of spiritual guru, saving the world are you?”

As he spoke, Qin Mingze thought of something and slapped the table.

How could it be done quietly!

Young Master Qin’s flattery made Fu Qian reflect deeply, recalling his actions over the past while.

“Actually, I’ve been rather blatant about it, only occasionally do I need a pseudonym.”

“Really?”

Qin Mingze couldn’t believe Fu Qian actually admitted it, he was slightly incredulous.

Had it been anyone else, he would have treated it as nonsense, but based on his understanding of Fu Qian, he knew well his ability to beguile.

If he wanted to, starting a cult in minutes wouldn’t be a problem.

Of course, Young Master Qin would never guess which pseudonyms Fu Qian had used.

“Really.”

Fu Qian nodded, glanced at the sky outside.

“Actually, I’m about to go now.”

“Fine, just say I should leave too.”

Young Master Qin took the hint.

“Frankly, I don’t even know why I came here, but anyway, welcome back.”

“By the way, if there is really something wrong with Xiao Ying, don’t be petty with her, she’s a decent person.”

“Do you think I would stoop to that level?”

Fu Qian blinked.

“That’s true, and I can’t imagine what Tan Ying could have done to offend you.”

Young Master Qin was obviously mired in worldly affairs, even unable to rest on a Saturday.

Not wanting to get entangled in some inexplicable youth conflict, he stood up first the next moment.

“I’ll head out first, you guys make yourselves at home.”

During the conversation, he even casually took the coke with him.

Unable to resist the temptation of downfall, he straightforwardly chose to enjoy.

Although the time was not really long, it felt like it had been ages.

Fu Qian also finished his coke and stood up, feeling a sense of intimacy amidst the familiar commotion around.

He wasn’t hurrying people because there wasn’t anything to talk about with Young Master Qin, but because saving lives was urgent.

Luckily, the diagnosis had come out, it just needed to be operated according to the law.

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“Although I’m not a professional, I seem to discern the author’s anxiety and confusion from within.”

In the quiet studio, Tan Ying, who was deep in thought, thought she had hallucinated for a moment.

But when she looked up, she saw that, unexpectedly, there was indeed someone else who had arrived.

The figure was facing away, examining the surroundings top to bottom.

“How are you here?”

Easily recognizing Fu Qian, Tan Ying felt baffled.

“I could ask you the same.”

After pretending to appreciate the surroundings for a while, Fu Qian walked over and sat down next to Tan Ying.

“Today is Saturday, are you perhaps overdoing it?”

Uh…

The forbidden technique of “answering with a question” indeed seemed powerful, and Tan Ying instantly fell silent.

“Painting calms me down.”

Hesitating slightly, she confessed frankly.

“I’ve been feeling restless since yesterday.”

“I understand.”

Fu Qian looked around, nodding with a face that seemed deeply convinced.

“It is indeed a quiet place; I’ve yearned for this place back when I was in school, regretting choosing the wrong major.”

“Regret, and then graduated in just two years.”

Tan Ying snorted, tossing her paintbrush down.

“Did Young Master Qin talk me up? Honestly, it would be weirder if he didn’t.”

“It’s not a secret.”

But Tan Ying didn’t answer directly.

“Anyway, I haven’t seen you showing any fondness for your school life, nor much attachment to your social life.”

“Is there anything that truly sparks your interest? Exploring spirit and body?”

Why did a mission to heal suddenly turn into personal counseling?

Facing Tan Ying’s barrage of questions, Fu Qian felt the sudden shift in the conversation.

Also, this lady’s hearing and memory are not bad at all; this is an old conversation that she still remembers.

“Not just that, I’m actually quite curious and have a wide range of interests.”

Luckily, having long abandoned his integrity, Fu Qian responded without changing his expression.

“Okay… so why exactly did you come here?”

Tan Ying sighed resignedly.

“Simple, these past days have been bearable because of your help, and to show my gratitude, I’m ready to accept the request you made initially.”

“Request, which request…”

Tan Ying asked reflexively, but then she realized, her pupils dilating.

“Right, a model.”

Fu Qian nodded.

“Ah? Right now? I’m not ready…”

As an artist, Tan Ying felt incredulous and her cheeks flushed slightly.

“Ah?”

Fu Qian looked equally surprised.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to refine your artistic temper? Turns out you’ve been slacking all this time?”

“Wasn’t really…”

Tan Ying appeared at a loss for words.

“Then let’s hurry up, I might change my mind after today.”

Fu Qian didn’t give her too much time to think.

“By the way, if I remember correctly, you said the full body could cost more?”

“Said… maybe…”

“So, here’s the question.”

Facing a somewhat flustered Tan Ying, Fu Qian smiled gently.

“How would you choose? Clothed or not clothed?”

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A good doctor, even with the same problem, custom-tailors different treatments for different people.

Without a doubt, the rules of ‘Dream’ that Fu Qian set for Tan Ying were to make the above choice.

His words weren’t entirely false either; considering his apologies for unintentional harm, Fu Qian didn’t mind being a model for her.

Of course, if Tan Ying really dared to choose a nude model, she would find out after making her choice that it had all been a ‘dream’.