CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 390: ALL BETTER NOW

It took an hour and a half to get through the art exhibition, and Rong Qingqing barely made it through.

Shen Jue took her to a restaurant near the theater for dinner. Just thinking about the musical in the evening gave Rong Qingqing a headache.

Watching a musical, she really might fall asleep.

She has no musical talent whatsoever.

It’s too painful.

So after eating, Rong Qingqing pretended to be ill.

Rong Qingqing might not excel in other things, but her acting skills are top-notch.

After dinner, they sat in the car. Lin Bufan drove them toward the theater.

Rong Qingqing sat next to Shen Jue and began to act like she suddenly didn’t know why she had a headache.

She bit her lip, looking pained.

With a face that seemed like she was on the verge of dying from a headache, she looked at Shen Jue.

"Shen Jue, let’s talk about the musical another day. I’m feeling a bit unwell, let’s go home first," Rong Qingqing gently tugged on Shen Jue’s arm, "Or, if you really want to see it, you and Lin Bufan can go. I’ll just take a cab and head home to rest."

Lin Bufan, the quintessential straight man, heard her and exclaimed, then quickly asked, "Miss Qingqing, are you alright? Should I take you to the hospital? Does it hurt a lot? A headache must be quite uncomfortable, better to be safe and go to the hospital."

"I don’t want to go to the hospital!" Rong Qingqing wanted to smack Lin Bufan on the head, "I want to go home to rest, a nap will do. I don’t like the smell of hospitals."

"No, but a headache is serious. What if it’s a complication from the previous concussion? This can’t be taken lightly." Lin Bufan disagreed strongly.

Rong Qingqing almost broke her act.

Shen Jue saw how hard it was for Rong Qingqing to pretend and also found it hard to resist, so he didn’t insist on going to the theater.

"Back to Shen Manor," Shen Jue said, turning to glance at Rong Qingqing, seeing her weakly leaning against the car window, he didn’t expose her.

By now, Shen Jue finally began to realize something absurd.

Rong Qingqing seemed very strange.

A person, even if hugely impacted, wouldn’t completely transform like they were a new person.

Things she used to avoid, she now loved.

Clothes she once disliked, she now adored.

Things she used to enjoy, she now detested.

Things she couldn’t do before, she now excelled at.

Shen Jue couldn’t figure out what kind of secret Rong Qingqing was hiding.

What situation would make a person seem like they’ve completely changed?

This afternoon, during the art exhibition, Shen Jue casually tested her.

Unexpectedly, Rong Qingqing fell for it.

The afternoon’s exhibition didn’t include any of Rong Qingqing’s paintings.

He was simply talking nonsense.

However, the paintings of grapes and pomegranate trees did indeed come from the same artist.

But this artist wasn’t named Rong Qingqing.

If Rong Qingqing had paid any attention to the art world, she would know there’s a young domestic artist skilled in this kind of still-life painting, particularly fond of painting flora and fauna.

This young artist has already gained some recognition in the country and even founded a forest-themed jewelry and clothing brand.

But Rong Qingqing didn’t know.

It’s evident she hasn’t been paying attention to people or things in this field.

When Rong Qingqing and Shen Jue returned to Shen Manor, Guo Lan and the others had just finished dinner.

Seeing them return, Guo Lan said in surprise, "Weren’t you going to see the musical tonight? Why are you back early?"

"I felt a bit unwell midway, so Shen Jue brought me back first," Rong Qingqing hurriedly explained.

"Mom, are you feeling unwell? Did Mom see a doctor?" Fuwa walked over, asking with babyish concern.

Rong Qingqing lied without batting an eye, "I’m better now, not uncomfortable anymore."