Born As a Model

Chapter 7 – Rich and Stubborn

“Lulu, just because you don't have anything else to

spent a hundred dollars, you decide to buy a sketch

at a price? You're a rich girl

and stubborn! "

“And that artistic signature too!”

“You're too good! It is not difficult to find someone on the internet

to make a designer signature for five dollars. ”

“That online design looks like cheap garbage. I like that

this; this signature perfectly expresses my name and good looks.

Take a good look at the picture he took; do you know what kind of expression he was

the one he was wearing when he drew me? you may not know, but for me,

the girl who gave me the portrait used a gentle and adorable expression

when he said 'what I draw is how you look at me. Aww…

my skin until then is still goosebumps! He's too fantastic! Are you

disagreeing? ”

“... I was too lazy to talk to you again. Besides, the,

if you run out of money, you can go back to your family. All right, supervisor

I'm here, so I have to get back to work. I am not blessed with

luck like you. "

Liu Lu's lips twitched, and he took the phone off his ear and

muttering, "You're acting like my parents' money is just a drop of water

the ocean. I didn't waste it; I thought it was indeed worth it.

" He saw the sketch in his hand. The more he saw her, the more he

satisfied him.

“Can I see the sketch in your hand?” Suddenly, a voice

a deep magnet sounded from the side.

Liu Lu was startled and looked up to find the two men

standing on his left. One of them is a sturdy-looking man with

the features were stocky, seemingly around thirty years old. He wears

black T-shirts and dark blue jeans, with strong arm muscles visible.

He looked like an unusual man, while the others …

As his eyes scanned the two men, he suddenly realized that

he was caught staring at them. There was no angry expression

the other party, but there was a feeling of fear beyond that of his own father

angrier. He did not dare to look at them again, and moved the paper in hand

left to the right hand, away from the man.

Elevator door suddenly opens with sound ‘ding!’

"Um .. I have to get in the elevator." Take this chance

to leave, Liu Lu glanced at the man standing beside him. The expression on his face

very calm as his eyes lowered to look at the picture, his eyelashes were

long covered the emotions that were revealed in the depths of his eyes.

Waw! So handsome!

As for which part of him was handsome, Liu Lu could not

saying it. His face was not as attractive as the perfect face of a celebrity, however

still giving a handsome impression. And, even though he was quite tall, his stature

it could not compare to the body of the burly man beside her. Still is, though,

it was obvious that he was not skinny.

"Where is the person who drew this?" The man suddenly

looking up, his expression became a little more serious as his eyes swept over Liu

Lu.

“Besides flowerbed in Hundred Flower Square,” Liu Lu soon

replied honestly as he stared blankly at her cold expression.

When the man turned to walk out, Liu Lu looked at the

the paper he had in his hand and remembered that he was going to take his picture

when he talked to her. He immediately chased after her and shouted,

"My sketches!"

The man stopped and turned to look at Liu Lu. Her eyes

as sharp as a knife, it instantly obliterated the courage he had mustered to ask

portrait back.

"How much money do you want as

compensation?"

"I-I don't want money ..."

Before Liu Lu finished speaking, the sturdy-looking man, was,

with a nod from another man, pulled a stack of banknotes from his wallet and

handed him. It seems to be about a thousand dollars.

"Not me…"

Another pile of banknotes has been removed from the wallet.

"Not enough?" the handsome man indifferently

nonchalantly spit.

Liu Lu closed his mouth with a single click.

After the two men disappeared from his sight, Liu Lu

look at the money held in his hand to start calculating how much

the money is there. With the paper money he had just received, deducted

the hundred dollars he spent on the artwork, he suddenly got two

six hundred dollars!

"Young rich and wayward master!"

Sheng Jiaoyang, who was currently unaware that his sketches were

it has sold for over two thousand dollars, at this point, working hard to

helping people design their signatures. Five dollars for signature

special is not expensive; it will buy him a cup of milk tea. Some

the person watching was interested, yet no one asked for another portrait of him.

Sheng Jiaoyang had successfully completed several sign drafts

hand artistic costumes and decide to take a break before moving on to the location

the cooler one to avoid the scorching sun that stings it. But, the moment

he closed his eyes, someone stopped in front of him.

“Did you draw this?” A familiar voice suddenly

filled his ears.

Sheng Jiaoyang narrowed his eyes at the object held in front

her face. It was his first sketch of the day; a Portrait of Liu Lu. Later,

when he saw the blood jade ring on his thumb pinching a piece of paper,

his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

His gaze slowly moved up his arms to the face of the person in

in front of him, and of course, he found Shen Zhining's graceful face.

Sheng Jiaoyang's lips trembled, but after recalling

his current identity, he managed to calm down. "Yes. May I

ask what's up? "

If it wasn't something he personally experienced, who would

will believe that one can be someone else by appearance and

a completely different lineage?

"Jiaoyang?" the man humbly asked as

she's staring.

There are two people in this world who live in different regions but

He never believed in coincidence. All coincidences are

things that are deliberately regulated by humans.

Sheng Jiaoyang heard the name that the man had thrown, and without

the obvious reason, he felt a chill run from his back to the skin

his head, made the places he touched numb. This feeling

too familiar for him. Every time he called out to her in a gloomy tone, it was

it always means unfavorable circumstances will befall him.

Previously, Shen Zhining, this bastard, had been bothering him every single time

times he was not happy. Unfortunately, back then, he was unhappy every day. Moments

that, she was unable to understand why she had to be bullied to the point of crying, day

by day. Because he was so intimidating, when he was a kid, it was

psychologically he was hurt. Once he is older, he will always be

trying to avoid the places Shen Zhining frequented.

If he happened to meet her, she would run away.

Although the little demon prince had now grown up, little

he will likely be an angel. Shen Zhining was currently too

terrifying; the cold around him was like a living organism seeping in

his range. While Sheng Jiaoyang knew that the summer sun

shining down on his back, he felt extremely cold like he was falling inside

the lake was frozen, his heart was extremely cold.

"I-that's my stage name," said Sheng Jiaoyang,

the answer is less confidence.

"Change."

Hearing the other party's orders, Sheng Jiaoyang laughed furiously. “Oh, ,

since you said that I should change my signature, then I should

changed him. You who? Why should I change it? ”

“You won't change it?” The voice of the man became very

dangerous.

When Sheng Jiaoyang heard this, the sight he had once

a witness suddenly appeared in his mind. That's something that's happened

with Shen Zhining a few years ago. The younger Shen Zhining had been

wearing a suit tailored to his left hand inside a pocket in his pants,

while in his right hand, he held a wine glass. The blood jade ring

his thumb was in stark contrast to the wine in the glass, making it completely

attract attention. However, the most outstanding aspect about Shen Zhining was on

it was a middle-aged man who was crushed under his feet until he

howling pitifully. The man was on the ground with his face

swollen, her right wrist was pinned by Shen Zhining's shoes. However,

even with such cruel acts, a cruel smile was seen in the corner

shen Zhining's.

Only then did he find out that the person whose hand had been

destroyed by this Shen Zhining was his subordinate who betrayed him.

Unfortunately, it was too late; the scene had been deeply embedded

his memory. The little demon prince had become a demon king. The change is not

only in size and appearance, but also in his current temperament

become more cruel and colder. The only thing that is constant is

his mood was completely unpredictable.

‘I will never submit to Demon King Shen!’ With

the words that were engraved in Sheng Jiaoyang's mind, he decided to

use it as a guide for the next step.

“Of course, that does not mean that it is impossible for me to

change my signature, but why should I change it?” Sheng Voice

Jiaoyang softened near the end. Before, he always had people

around him who protected him from Demon King Shen. But now, he

just an ordinary person who had no one to rely on. It wouldn't

it is hard to throw it away without anyone noticing.

“There is a genius before you, yet you still insist

to imitate others and embarrass yourself?” Shen Zhining said

looking straight into his eyes. Even though he did not reveal any emotions

on his face, Sheng Jiaoyang managed to hear the humiliation in his voice that was

flatfoot.

A genius? A copy?

“Oh? There is an artist named Jiaoyang who is better than me in the world

this one? " Sheng Jiaoyang quietly asked himself. “If any

such an artist, how could I not know ?!”

Shen Zhining snorted in disdain. His gaze, as he looked at Sheng

Jiaoyang, revealing a glimpse of pity. It looks like he's looking

someone who has no worldly experience.

"F*ck!"

Sheng Jiaoyang gritted his teeth, but he knew that he was

there is no alternative but to give up.

"I can change my signature, but because of you

what I want to change is, I want compensation." Utilize

money to solve problems is not a problem; it is a principle. This

was something that had been told to him by the young Shen Zhining.

"How much do you want?"

Sheng Jiaoyang stretched out his finger.

"A hundred thousand dollars?"

Wow so much?! Sheng Jiaoyang lowered his eyes and did not

immediately respond in surprise.

“You still want more? Your life is not worth one

million dollar. " Shen Zhining narrowed her eyes slightly.

The corner of Sheng Jiaoyang's mouth twitched. When he became

Sheng Jiaoyang, he only considered one million as pocket money; not enough

for him to buy jewelry. Initially, he only wanted to get ten

thousand dollars, but when Shen Zhining took the initiative to offer

a hundred thousand dollars, he was shocked. However, because of his words, he was now

not content. Now that he decided to underestimate her, he decided to

raise the asking price to one million dollars.

“That amazing artist drew and got more than that, right?

My life may not be worth a million dollars, but in the future, pictures

I will be more valuable than that! ” Sheng Jiaoyang standing, and with high

his current body, he could now stand face to face with Demon King Shen

as long as he lifts his eyes. No need to raise his head

he looked at her as he had done in the past.

Shen Zhining stared fixedly at the girl before him who

dare to negotiate with him. It was as if he suddenly remembered something, though,

his expression seemed to soften, "OK."

In the next instant, Demon King Shen's expression darkened.

“But, if next time I find out that you are still using

his name, I will make your life worse than death!”