28 Hand-Built Pottery?

"What do you mean?" Chan Juan blinked severally, intersecting her arms defensively over her chest, gulping down her dehydrated throat as she asked. Shao Jinhai appeared very serious, Chan Juan arched a brow at his staid peculiarity; is he always like this?! I mean how would I have met him before? And he's so heavy, Chan Juan lamented innerly.

Chan Juan was about to cry, but her eyes failed her. Seeing that Shao Jinhai would never back down, Chan Juan cleared her throat, and answered back,

"I don't think we have met before."

Shao Jinhai looked at the lady below him, she appeared small and delicate, her white and silky smooth skin was a sight worth feeding the eyes on; being close to Chan Juan reminds him of someone he had met in the past.

The only person that had been in his heart, if it wasn't for the accident, they would have been together, even if he had married her; sadly, she will get inflicted on by the curse and would die eventually.

Shao Jinhai moved away from her and stood straight,

"I am sorry for bothering you, I apologize for the inconvenience." Chan Juan furrowed her brows after he spoke, She waved her hands wittingly,

"Hehe, there is certainly no need to apologize. I am sure you have elucidated your doubts, I hope you have no doubts again in future." Chan Juan grinned widely, she mostly doesn't want to get pinned to the wall like that again, it was very pesky to have male pheromones meandering in the air all around her.

"So where do we start?" Chan Juan asked vibrantly.

"Follow me." Shao Jinhai's baritone voice came in like a cold flash, after he walked into the studio.

Watching his strikingly good outline, Chan Juan sneered and gradually her face pronounced into an unhappy one.

"Such peacocky attitude..."

He was extremely excruciating to be with, with so much dark energy around him, she might end up passing out by his side. Chan Juan sighed loudly and walked into the studio.

At Castle Hotel, a shiny black bugatti veyron pulled up before the thirty storey building.

Inside the car, after discerning every place around the extravagant building,

"Wow, I heard so much about this hotel and it's first class services, so exorbitant!" Xie Li praised and sucked in great amount of satisfaction, clutching his hands to the steering.

Guo Qiang rolled his eyes and slapped Xie Li's shoulder lightly. Xie Li sent him dangerous glares,

"You are ordering me around now?!"

Guo Qiang shook his head and got out of the car, Xie Li unfastened the seat belt and got out of the car to see girls all around them. He noticed they weren't particularly staring at them but the car.

"Oh oh I see what's going on here.." Xie Li muttered with a visible smirk on, swirling the car key around his index finger as he walked into the hotel proudly.

"Over there, the front desk." Xie Li pointed slightly, Guo Qiang followed the direction of his finger and saw the receptionist.

"She looks nice to talk to, let's..."

"I'll go first!" Xie Li cut him off and walked hastily before Guo Qiang could talk yet.

Back at the Shao Mansion,

Chan Juan had not the tiniest idea on were to start from, staring at the lump of clay on the table before her with no idea on where to start, and Shao Jinhai being around her was making her super uncomfortable, she naturally just hate his stares.

"Can you stop looking? I'm trying..." Chan Jusn defended. She held the thick clay in her hands and began doing nothing exactly with it, looking deflated.

"This grandiose nitpicker will not come help me?! Tch! I don't need his help, I'll do this myself, if only there's a way make things easier for myself." Chan Juan muttered, she simply isn't going to accept defeat.

"There's a way actually..." Shao Jinhai uttered with an optimistic smile, Chan Juan was stupefied, ogling him continuously.

Did he read her mind or something?

"I retain few understandings of psychology from graduate school." Shao Jinhai articulated.

Chan Juan scoffed and muttered beneath her breath.

"He thinks highly of himself, pompous show-off."

"Like I said, there's a simpler way. I wouldn't want to be rigorous, since you're my wife now..." Shao Jinhai paused to observe Chan Juan's mannerism, she appeared normal on the outside. Actually, Chan Juan was about to slice his head off.

Shao Jinhai continued,

"A hand-built pottery will be preferable for an unskilled like you."

Chan Juan gazed at him indifferently,

"Hand-built pottery?"