Jade Maiden's Love Tribulation

(I) The beautiful woman

: "Sir, we've arrived at the 22nd floor! Welcome to the Times Art Center, thank you!" The polite voice of the elevator operator suddenly startled Zhuang Kefei. He had recently been lost in these inexplicable reverie, and had never felt so tired. Without anyone reminding him, he could sense these abnormal emotions slowly suffocating him. Perhaps the doctor's warning was right; he really was getting old.

Today was the most important day of his life. Even if it would frighten everyone, even hurt himself, he would fight with everything he had. This was his last chance. Zhuang Kefei picked up his gold-banded boxwood cane and stepped out of the elevator with an air of authority.

The door closed again with the operator's bow. Zhuang Kefei thought, "What a clever young man!" Through the crack, he saw a prominent badge on the young man's handsome uniform hat: "Times." These two words represented superior quality, modern management, and an ideal learning environment. Its chain centers could be found all over the country, and its growth had only been four years. It was a miracle! Zhuang Kefei grunted inwardly.

A huge portrait greeted him in the center of the corridor, the noble figure in the painting lifelike—a stunningly beautiful woman. High breasts, silky long hair, a slender figure, elegant demeanor—typical of an Eastern woman: eyes brimming with talent and lips full of wisdom. Though only in her early thirties, she possessed a captivating charm imbued with an air of authority.

"I recognize you!" Zhuang Kefei couldn't help but move closer to the portrait. This painting couldn't fool him. Strangely, after all these years, he still remembered, remembered things he thought he should have long forgotten. He had once been so familiar with every detail of her body; no matter how weathered and worldly she was now, the traces of his presence would forever remain within her.

He took a deep breath, still unable to suppress the rapid pounding of his heart, his thin, sharp lips pressed tightly together beneath his aquiline nose. Beside the portrait was a gilded bronze plaque with an explanation, which he forced himself to read: Ms. Guan Yuxue, founder of the Times Art Center, principal of the Art Academy, and a Master of Fine Arts from Yale University. She has received numerous international art exhibition honors, including the Minister of Education Award, the Chung Cheng Literary Award, the Gold Medal for Creation at the S?o Paulo Biennale, the Paris Salon Award, and the Brooke Cultural Center Award. She has traveled to over twenty countries worldwide, conducting research, lecturing, exploring, and sketching, and has been invited to participate in over fifty important joint and solo exhibitions both domestically and internationally. Her works are widely collected by major museums and international collectors worldwide.

His gaze returned to the portrait; her velvet cheongsam, adorned with sparkling diamonds, accentuated her dignified and elegant demeanor, while her long, jade-like legs extended from a high slit… Zhuang Kefei left the portrait and walked into the spacious hall. Under the soft lighting, a graceful receptionist stood up from behind the teak counter: “Mr. Zhuang?” The door opened before him; the office was larger than he had imagined, but the atmosphere, imbued with the artist's personal style, tempered the overwhelming feeling.

She sat there, slowly raising her head. Her autumn-colored cheongsam, her calm and composed gaze—she was ready. She was even more beautiful in person than in a painting: luscious red lips, captivating eyes, rounded shoulders, a slender waist, and a pair of full, alluring breasts that swayed against her cheongsam. Her figure was more mature than before.

They gazed at each other for a long while.

"You can leave now!" Guan Yuxue said to the receptionist. Her voice was still soft and magnetic, but now carried the authority befitting a businesswoman.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me!" he said awkwardly after the receptionist left.

"Your lawyer said you absolutely had to see me?" She glanced at her watch. "Unfortunately, I have a class in ten minutes. Please get to the point." "Yuxue, I…" Faced with her imposing presence, he began to regret his impulsive decision to meet her, but it was too late. There was no turning back. He straightened his back; at least he was still a man. "I've come to talk to you sincerely." "Call me Principal Guan." She remained unmoved, her intelligent eyes unfathomable.

"Principal Guan!" he succumbed.

"You have nine minutes!" "Don't retaliate." He said awkwardly.

"Mr. Zhuang, can you please speak plainly?" "Fine!" He made up his mind: "Yu Xue, I want my child." "Your child?" She frowned slightly.

"Our child," he emphasized, "I'm sorry for what happened in the past, but now I want to make it up to the child." "Mr. Zhuang, what are you saying?" Her tone was one of incomprehension and contempt, a complete and utter contempt.

"Yu Xue, don't be so cruel to me!" In his excitement, he took a big step forward, his hands on the desk as he looked directly at her. "Can't you tell that I'm an old man on my deathbed, with cancer and about to die?" "Mr. Zhuang, you're very well-preserved. I really can't tell." "I'm dying, I want my child!" He couldn't suppress the sudden sharp pain rising in his chest.

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