Guan Bao widened his eyes: "???"
"404? How is that possible!"
"Is your phone's internet too slow to even load it?"
Guan Bao pulled out his "main phone" from his pocket and began operating it right in front of Lin Yu.
"Running a website—the most crucial thing is securing the backend."
"Our network administrator is a seasoned professional with years of experience from a top internet company."
"So our website should... Huh? What the hell!"
Before he could finish boasting,
his phone displayed the exact same error page as Lin Yu's.
He refreshed the webpage repeatedly, but nothing changed.
"Lin Yu, take a seat for now. I need to step out and make a call."
Guan Bao rushed out of the art studio in a frenzy, frantically scrolling through his contacts.
Jiang Yangmei, who was in the middle of painting,
noticed the only man moving around freely in the room.
She immediately shot him a venomous glare.
For the past two weeks,
this was the first time Guan Bao had taken her out on a solo date.
Either he was busy with work, dragging her along to meet someone, or suddenly dropping by at night for a quick "visit."
Even on this rare solo outing, Jiang Yangmei felt no trace of sweetness.
She might as well have rotted at home instead of coming out with him!
Just how busy could he possibly be every single day?
Jiang Yangmei even began to suspect—were the calls Guan Bao took away from her really from his company?
This time,
she truly misjudged Brother Bao.
Lin Yu could vouch for that!
But...
only this once.
Lin Yu picked up his phone and started scrolling through Brother Bao’s alternate account’s chat history.
Ignorance was bliss—the world was full of wonders.
Guan Bao must have a terrible memory.
On his secondary WeChat account, he had given everyone special nicknames.
「Tang Ya (Fashion TPTY Salesgirl)」
「Zhao (The Gullible Wife)」
「Bai (The Young Married Teacher)」
「Zhao (Xiao Mei’s Ex-Colleague)」
「Zhang (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, "Bun")」
「Sun (Housekeeper, Devoured on April 5)」
「...」
The old artist was ruthless!
Lin Yu couldn’t help but admire the expertise.
Scrolling through the nicknames and profile pictures felt like browsing categories on a certain website.
Busy to this extent, yet still daring to set his sights on Xiao Fufu?
Today, the "ordinary college student" lurking in the shadows would teach this seasoned artist a proper lesson!
Out of over twenty people, only a handful were marked as "devoured" or "ex-girlfriends."
His skills still needed refinement!
The most recent chat record was from when the starlight show was playing.
Day in and day out, he seemed even busier than Lin Yu.
But now,
the website issue was enough to give him a headache.
Boasting about 30,000 registered members? More like inflated by nearly ten times.
Most of the so-called "original" illustrations uploaded were actually sourced from foreign platforms.
Guan Bao’s so-called "business"...
was just a copyright-infringing pirated site!
In the quiet art studio,
the distant wails of the old artist could faintly be heard outside.
"What do you mean the backend’s locked? Speak in terms I can understand—now’s not the time for jargon!"
"..."
"Malicious attack? Who’d bother attacking us? Is this just a bug you can’t fix?"
"..."
"Fine, fine, I won’t argue. Just tell me how long it’ll take to fix."
"..."
"Time! I just want a timeframe—no technicalities. Two hours, tops? I’ve got clients to meet! If the site’s down, what am I supposed to show them?"
"..."
"If I had to find someone else to fix it, why would I hire you? What kind of attitude is that? Hey? HEY!"
"..."
It was clear—
Guan Bao was genuinely furious.
His shouting was so loud that people in the studio frowned and turned to look.
A staff member had to step in and politely remind him:
"Sir, if you need to make a call, please use the lounge area in the lobby. It’s straight down this way."
"There’s a live painting session inside—we’d appreciate it if you could keep the noise down. Thank you for your cooperation."
Jiang Yangmei, gripping her paintbrush, glared even more irritably toward the entrance.
This was a public space—making such a scene was beyond embarrassing!
Then,
her gaze shifted to Ye Mengfu in front of her.
The commotion outside hadn’t affected her in the slightest.
She didn’t even glance back to see what the fuss was about.
Ye Mengfu remained immersed in her own world, swiftly and intently finishing her painting.
Jiang Yangmei’s expression twisted with envy.
Back in school, the two had been inseparable.
At first,
Jiang Yangmei had only felt admiration for Ye Mengfu’s innate talent.
But as time went on,
the inferiority complex from constant comparison consumed her.
How could a girl with almost zero social skills, who didn’t even know how to navigate relationships, effortlessly outshine her?
Jiang Yangmei took deep breaths, forcing herself back into a painting mindset.
Even if this was just a small exhibition event,
it was still a "battlefield" where the two of them would compete.
She wanted Ye Mengfu to know—
even without underhanded tactics, she was still the better one!
...
The event’s painting requirement was simple: illustrate a comic character.
The figures from Jimmy Liao’s picture books had clean lines and were easy to draw.
Before long,
people began submitting their finished works to the judges’ table one after another.
The moment a piece was handed in,
a panel of judges would score it on the spot.
Staff would tally the scores to ensure rankings could be announced as soon as the time limit ended.
Live events prioritized speed and efficiency.
After all,
making participants and their companions wait too long for a commemorative prize would kill the mood.
By the time both Ye Mengfu and Jiang Yangmei finished,
Brother Bao still hadn’t returned.
Lin Yu kept his phone in hand, waiting for the right moment to set his plan in motion.
Not that it mattered.
The real drama unfolding behind the scenes didn’t even star Brother Bao.
He was just borrowing the man’s "connections" for convenience.
They submitted their works around the same time.
As Jiang Yangmei and Ye Mengfu walked back to the seating area together,
Jiang Yangmei glanced at Ye Mengfu’s clothes and sneered:
"Even drawing something this simple, and you still got paint on your clothes."
Ye Mengfu looked down.
A red stain smudged the white kangaroo pocket.
Probably from flicking her brush during the final strokes.
The paint wasn’t dry yet—trying to clean it now would only spread the stain.
But the next moment,
Jiang Yangmei lost all interest in mocking Ye Mengfu.
"Ding! Ding!"
"Ding! Ding!"
"..."
A rapid series of WeChat notifications chimed from her phone.
Jiang Yangmei stepped away and pulled out her phone to check.
Huh?
Who created a group chat at a time like this?
And this name—
「One Big Happy Family (Guan Bao’s Private Edition)」?!
...
(First update today. All bonus chapters are now complete! Only 38 more "Power of Love" donations until the next bonus. Hope everyone can keep supporting!)
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