CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100 ANOTHER GAP WIDENED—IQ

Got off the car at the dock and then needed to take a boat. It was Gu Qimiao’s first time on a boat and she was completely confused. He handled everything. Seeing how skilled he was, she asked, "Do you come here often?"

He replied, "First time."

Hearing this, Gu Qimiao was silent for a moment. Was this also his first time on a boat?

Immediately, she felt there was another gap between them—intelligence.

Suddenly, she realized that as long as he was around, she would rely on him. If he wasn’t here, she would have to find her own way.

The exterior of the boat was quite old and rusty, but inside it was still clean and tidy.

Maybe because the journey was short, there were no different classes of cabins, just two seats by the side and a small wooden table in the middle.

Watching the waves rise in the river, feeling the warm wind blowing under the sunlight, it wasn’t as cold as Mai City here, the weather was very comfortable.

She looked out the window, he looked at her from across the table. The scene was tranquil and beautiful. She suddenly turned around and exclaimed, "Ah! Our luggage!"

He didn’t move his gaze, replying calmly, "Left at the hotel, we’ll stay there tonight."

Gu Qimiao pouted and muttered, "Everything’s been arranged."

"Isn’t that good? Just enjoy yourself."

It was good, but too good. How could she like any other man after this? None of them would ever match up to him...

"How long will your work take?"

He countered, "What about you?"

Gu Qimiao thought for a moment, "I might stay for half a month, planning to explore more here. They say it’s very beautiful."

After she finished speaking, she saw Shen Yanchen nodding, "Yeah, about the same for me."

They chatted sporadically, asking about things during the time they hadn’t met, without saying anything too personal, each hiding their own feelings.

After about an hour of sailing, the view ahead was ancient with a poetic charm. It was the season for peach blossoms, and the mountains were painted in shades of pink. It was not an exaggeration to call it a paradise on earth.

Gu Qimiao quickly took out her phone and snapped a picture of the scenery outside the window.

The boat slowed down and docked. Connected to the dock was the ancient town. Looking around, there were no monotonous skyscrapers, only neatly aligned, blue-brick-and-tile houses, peach trees everywhere, and an extremely beautiful scenery.

There were quite a few visitors here, some for tourism, some for photography, some for filming TV dramas, and some like her, coming to sketch and paint.

Shen Yanchen hadn’t felt this kind of leisure in a long time. Being able to admire such beautiful scenery with someone he liked was an unforgettable experience.

"Do you want to eat something?" He watched her energetically walking ahead, presumably not hearing what he said clearly, and she turned around, smiled softly, pointing to a pavilion on the mountain not too far away, and said to him, "I want to go there!"

Shen Yanchen indulgently smiled, "Let’s go."

They bought two bottles of mineral water and some snacks from a roadside vendor and followed her up the mountain.

The mountain wasn’t high and had stairs built. It took about half an hour to climb up.

Looking down from the mountain, amidst the pink, the houses were scattered and hidden among the scenery.

Gu Qimiao was slightly out of breath, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her, thinking it was really worth the trip.

Removing the drawing board from her back, she turned her head and asked Shen Yanchen, "Brother Yan Chen, do you have any plans? I might take a while before coming down."

He nodded lightly, "Okay."

Then he turned around. Gu Qimiao thought he was about to leave, but saw him walk to the pavilion beside them and sit down on a wooden bench, looking like he was going to wait for her.

Gu Qimiao smiled and found a good angle, then started setting up her easel.

People came and went around, but she was the only scenery in his eyes.

The phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed. His brows furrowed in displeasure. He averted his gaze, pulled the phone out of his pocket, and upon seeing the caller ID, his brows furrowed even deeper.