The gallery of the Fine Arts Department was suffocatingly bright and smelled of expensive perfume, freshly cured oil paint, and pretension.Lu Chen kept his head low, hunching his broad shoulders to make himself look smaller inside the tight pink student uniform. Every time the hem of the skirt brushed against his bare knees, a cold shiver of humiliation ran up his spine.Just find table four, get the canvas, sign Lu Xi’s name, and get the hell out, he repeated like a mantra, adjusting the itchy black wig tucked behind his ears.He spotted the registration desk near the grand archway. Standing beside a tall display easel was a man in his late twenties, dressed in a sleek, charcoal-grey turtleneck and a beige trench coat. Even from behind, the man practically exuded an air of icy, unreachable elegance. His dark hair was meticulously styled, revealing a pale, sharp jawline.That must be Professor Gu Yan, Lu Chen thought, remembering his sister’s endless rants about her strictly aloof, t
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