My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 95 Closed-Door Disciple

I looked at Song Yafei with a somewhat blank expression.

With her eyes still blurry, she hurriedly took the coat she had just received.

Seeing that I was looking at her with some curiosity, she explained somewhat awkwardly, "There's an invitation from Boss Li. I was worried about getting it wet, so I put it away."

I wonder what Professor Xie would think if he knew he was being treated like a nouveau riche.

"Is it Mr. Li's?"

I was still somewhat unwilling to accept it and hoped that she would tell me the truth.

"Yes, it's a very important banquet," she replied without hesitation.

I put down my toothbrush and turned to look at her.

Yafi, this is your last chance to explain.

"what happened?"

Perhaps my gaze was too intense, making her feel something was amiss.

I paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nothing."

After saying that, I lowered my head and splashed a handful of cold water on my face.

Song Yafei never took out the invitation; instead, she took the dress out of the bathroom.

I already knew the truth, but I didn't want to expose it.

After coming out, she sat on the balcony, drinking the coffee that Aunt Lin had brought her, the whole room filled with the faint aroma of coffee.

I don't know what kind of mentality I was in, but it was probably the most irresistible human trait: unwillingness to accept defeat.

I tentatively asked her, "There's a very important exhibition in a couple of days, could you come with me?"

Song Yafei looked up at me, probably thinking of the invitation in her hand.

She said to me somewhat apologetically, "I'll probably be very busy this week and may not have time."

It's not possible.

Rather, it means she has already rejected me.

She completely forgot about the exhibition by Professor Xie that I had told her about.

I will participate as well.

But she forgot.

Did she forget, or did she simply not care at all?

I don't know, and I don't want to delve into it.

We were destined to meet at the exhibition two days later. I wonder how she should treat me.

It probably doesn't matter.

Time flies, and on the day of Professor Xie's exhibition, Jiang Yi, Professor Xie, and I met at the studio, and then we all rode in Professor Xie's car to the exhibition.

Professor Xie and Jiang Yi are already well-known figures in our field.

When they saw me among them, the outsiders were very interested in my identity.

However, this is also a very important step. Until the right time came, we all tacitly chose to remain silent about my identity.

As soon as Professor Xie, Jiang, and I appeared at the exhibition, we were surrounded by a lot of people.

I don't like these kinds of occasions, so after putting on a show of politeness, I chose a corner to sit down.

As the host on stage introduced the works on display at today's exhibition, a commotion arose in the crowd, and familiar names could be faintly heard.

Since we knew in advance that Song Yafei would be coming, only she could have created such a big commotion.

as predicted.

Song Yafei was seen pushing Yu Chengliang in a wheelchair as they made a high-profile appearance at the exhibition.

The two were dressed entirely in black, with even the small decorations on their clothes matching each other, as well as the jewelry they were required to wear.

The two of them look like they're wearing matching outfits.

In public, without any attempt to hide it from the world.

But what did she take me, her husband in name only, for?!

What about the agreement reached back then?

As the weaker party, I had to comply, while she could do whatever she wanted!

I was wearing a white suit, which made me stand in stark contrast to them, as if I were on the opposite side.

These days, Yu Chengliang is frequently hospitalized due to health reasons, and his reappearance in the public eye has certainly garnered a lot of attention.

The media relentlessly pursued Yu Chengliang, bombarding him with questions like cannonballs.

"Mr. Yu, I've heard you've been frequently going in and out of the hospital lately. Is there something wrong with your health?"

"You two have made a high-profile appearance at the exhibition today. Is there some good news to announce?"

……

Each question felt like a bomb thrown into my heart, shattering it into pieces.

After dealing with all that, Song Yafei personally pushed Yu Chengliang toward Professor Xie.

This is a treatment I have never received before.

I watched all of this quietly, waiting for the right moment.

When it was almost time, as I approached them, I heard Song Yafei speak to Professor Xie.

"We urge Professor Xie to accept Yu Chengliang as his disciple. He greatly admires you and is very passionate about design. We hope Professor Xie can help him achieve this!"

I found it amusing.

Song Yafei actually wanted to give a person with absolutely no talent, who only caused trouble for the studio, to Professor Xie.

What are they really thinking?

Needless to say, this was definitely Yu Chengliang's idea.

His idea of ​​beating me in my area of ​​expertise is simply delusional.

Moreover, becoming Professor Xie's disciple is probably impossible.

Seizing the opportune moment, I approached the professor and said, "Professor, should I congratulate you on taking on another new disciple?"

Professor Xie, who had seemed a little hesitant just moments before, greeted everyone with a smile after seeing me.

“This is my last disciple, Zhang Tian.”

Being the last disciple means that I am Professor Xie's last disciple, and there will be no one else.

This ended Song Yafei's and Yu Chengliang's hopes.

I watched as the hope in Yu Chengliang's eyes gradually disappeared.

Then he turned to look at Song Yafei beside him. Even someone as calm as her couldn't help but be startled when she saw me.

She probably only realized now that the exhibition I was talking about was on the same day, in the same place, and with the same person she met.

But she quickly regained her composure, and her gaze toward me was somewhat reproachful.

I have to admire her; she didn't seem guilty at all when she saw me.

But as a businesswoman, how could she possibly reveal her weakness at such a time!

Professor Xie continued to introduce me, "Although he is not very famous now, he is a newcomer I have always had my eye on, and I believe he will become famous soon."

Professor Xie's evaluation is really high!

However, receiving his affirmation is a comfort to me.

Professor Xie's praise prompted the media to turn their cameras toward me.

I never expected to receive so much attention, and I felt a little awkward under the flashing lights.

But with Professor Xie's encouragement, I also gained some confidence.

Yu Chengliang, who lives under the spotlight, looked extremely pale now that the spotlight was off.

His eyes were filled with malice as he stared at me.

He met me a few times at the studio, but he was unaware of my relationship with Professor Xie.

Even within the studio, very few people know about it.

After I discovered it, perhaps feeling he had lost face, he looked at Song Yafei with a pale face, almost pleading.

"Sister Ya, I'm not feeling well. Let's go so as not to disrupt the normal progress of the exhibition."

I could feel Song Yafei's gaze fixed on me.

But I stubbornly refused to look at her and calmly dealt with the media.