"Yes, last time you asked Director Yu to persuade me not to give up my hobbies easily. Although I still chose to stay at the Bo family, thank you anyway."

Nie Yu Cheng: "..."

Shen Wanci took the car keys and, as she passed him, paused: "I'll consider it seriously. Thank you, Yu Cheng."

Nie Yucheng watched her leaving figure, a moment of conflict flashed in his heart. He didn't know who was the first person to let Lao Yu persuade Shen Wanci, but he could guess.

Now, Wanci clearly mistook him for the other person.

If he just let it go...

Shen Wanci's hand had already grasped the doorknob, and was about to open the door and leave.

"Wǎncí…" Niè Yùchéng called out to her, a warm smile curving his lips: "This is my first time."

"...."

Shen Wanci was so startled that she abruptly turned her head, almost having her waist twisted by his words. She stared at Nie Yucheng with a dumbfounded expression. The man smiled warmly, as if he didn't feel there was anything wrong with what he said: "You... you..."

What kind of nonsense are you talking about? You've driven her to a stuttering mess.

What does "This is your first time" mean?

NIE Yu Cheng saw her frightened expression and couldn't help but smile: "The person who asked Yu Lao to persuade you before wasn't me."

Shen Wanci let out a breath, patting her chest like she'd been reborn: "Don't speak with such big breaths, you almost scared me to death."

She stared at the dark patterns on the door, her eyes glazed over.

Last time it wasn't him, it was that Yu Guanjang couldn't bear to see her give up on her dream so easily, or...

She thought of Bo Jingzhou, but then suppressed the thought.

At that time, he had just taken control of the Lu family. His situation was probably worse than it is now, so there's no way he would have time to deal with this kind of thing.

Nie Yu Cheng saw that she was absent-minded, smiling with a bit of effort: "Seeing you frowning all the time lately, I wanted to cheer you up."

"You better not make this kind of joke again, you almost scared me out of my wits."

Nie Yu Cheng nodded. "Good."

……

Shen Wanci had thought about it for days, but she still decided to participate in this treasure appraisal program. As Lao Yu said: It's rare in a lifetime to find one's love, and one shouldn't give up easily because of temporary difficulties.

Cultural relic restoration requires patience and a lot of time. She doesn't have the energy for it right now. If she can't focus, she'll get half the results with twice the effort and be more likely to make mistakes.

Those are irreplaceable cultural treasures that she shouldn't ruin. In comparison, appraisal is easier, and there are other experts and professors.

Shen Wanci searched for this program online. It had already been held for several periods, but recently a teacher left midway due to circumstances, creating this vacancy.

It adopts a live recording and broadcasting method, with no rehearsals or reshoots. They don't even see the artifacts to be appraised beforehand. It tests one's ability to improvise and their deep foundation of knowledge. If an appraisal is incorrect, it would be embarrassing.

The recording time of the program is Tuesday, and the location is at the television station.

Shen Wanci arrived early. Several other teachers hadn't arrived yet. She sat in the waiting area, listening to the staff explain the process and the camera positions for later. "Ms. Shen, we're live-streaming directly without filters or post-processing. The cameras will make you look a bit rounder than in real life. If you tilt your face slightly during filming, it won't be as noticeable."

When he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at Shen Wanci, just locking eyes with the other party. His face flushed immediately, and he hurriedly lowered his head and whispered, "But Miss Shen is so beautiful, she's definitely going to look good no matter how you take the picture."

Shen Wanci: “Thank you.”

"No... no need to thank me," the man stammered, "There's a sign on your left and right, representing true and false respectively. After the appraisal, just hold up the sign."

As they were speaking, the others arrived as well.

The four teachers, including the one who was in charge of the assessment, reached a decision together. After three of them made their evaluations, the most respected teacher among them gave the final result.

This way can maximize the controversy of the program.

If everyone gave the same answer, with no suspense, it wouldn't be very interesting.

Though cultural relic identification and restoration are not the same profession, they belong to the same field. Although we rarely come into contact with each other in daily life, we are still familiar with each other's work.

As the youngest and only one from a different field, Shen Wanci kept a low profile, but she never came across as ingratiating.

After the greetings, a few people chatted for a short while before the program officially began.

As the newest member, Shen Wanci was introduced with great fanfare by the host. “I’d seen a documentary before about Ms. Shen repairing artifacts. Her skillful and precise techniques were simply breathtaking. I couldn't even blink! I never thought someone so young could possess such incredible craftsmanship.”

After some customary flattery and praise, the program officially began.

The first thing to be brought up was a jade figurine, supposedly from the Song dynasty.

After introducing the owner's background, he brought the jade figure to the appraiser, holding it in both hands and carefully placing it on the table.

……

A villa somewhere in Kyoto.

Bo Jingzhou was lying on the sofa. He had had a few too many drinks at his evening social gathering, although he wasn't drunk, he felt the effects of the alcohol now, his whole body was weak and he didn't want to move when lying down.

The living room was unlit, only a faint light filtering through the cracks in the curtains, casting a hazy glow over the scene within.

"Click."

A slight sound came from the door, and the tightly shut door creaked open.

Bo Jingzhou, who had originally been closing his eyes and was almost asleep, suddenly woke up. His eyes, looking at the ceiling, didn't have a trace of drunkenness.

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