Oh, Someone Secretly Has a Crush on Me!

Fu Han snorted and shifted his position. Having regained my freedom, I got up rapidly and left the room.

After I exited the room, I pressed myself against the wall as I huffed and puffed.

I was so close to him just now, so close that I could feel his heartbeat. His powerful scent was almost devouring me.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I felt. I also felt that something was amiss.

Just as I was dispelling all my thoughts about Fu Hansheng, Qiaoqiao called. Her call was like a life-saving straw that pulled me out of my misery.

"Baby Ran, I got two tickets for the art exhibition. Are you free to go with me?"

"Send me the location."

I agreed without thinking.

…

As soon as we met, Qiao Qiao gave me a warm hug. "I want to introduce you to someone today. He's boyfriend, Qi Min."

Qiao Qiao raised her chin proudly. After sizing her up carefully, I realized she had dressed quite exquisitely that day. She exuded a feminine aura.

Compared to how she was usually careless regarding her appearance, she had really put in quite some effort that day.

As I watched her eyes glow with happiness, my heart was filled with envy.

Happiness was the most unattainable for me at that moment.

"Where is he?"

I glanced around for a long time but didn't see the man.

Qiao Qiao waved the ticket in her hand and chuckled. "You'll know when we go in. He's an artist, and there's an exhibition of his works inside today."

"You're showing off to me!"

We showed our tickets and went smoothly into the gallery.

Qiao Qiao held my hand, her voice full of excitement. She pointed at one of the works. "He created this piece when he suddenly had bursts of inspiration while sketching outdoors. He has extremely high artistic taste. I feel like my soul has reached transcendence just by being with him!"

"Why does it sound like this person is involved in a pyramid scheme?"

"F*ck you!" Her gaze suddenly fixed at some point. "There, my boyfriend!"

I looked where she was pointing and saw a tall man.

"Qi Min!"

Qiao Qiao waved.

Her loud voice caught the attention of the surrounding people. Embarrassed, she stuck out her tongue and led me swiftly in that direction.

The man was surprised to see me. He asked, "Who is this?"

Qiao Qiao introduced, "This is my good sister, my close friend in China."

Qi Min was a cultured person. His slightly curly hair and his extraordinarily fair skin made him look very much like a Westerner.

Artists of that time were really good-looking.

The corners of his lips curled up into a smile. That smile seemed magical. It could make one feel as though it was spring.

No wonder Qiao Qiao was so fascinated.

Unknowingly, we arrived at the center of the hall. The vast hall was crowded, but many people were attracted by a large banner.

A photo hanged in the middle. It showed the back view of a girl. Although one couldn't see her face, one could feel the vigor and youth from her back view.

I stared at the photo and stood dumbfounded.

Why did that person in the photo look more and more like me!

The girl in the photo was me from six years ago!

Who photographed me?

I turned to glance at Qi Min. "Do you know who took this photo? I want to meet him."

"I can help you ask the museum staff. Please wait a moment."

Qi Min and Qiao Qiao probably sensed that the person in the photo was like me, so they didn't find my doubts strange.

Qiao Qiao came to my side and whispered, "It can't be that the person who has a secret crush on you took it, right? Little Ran, if he liked you, why didn't he bravely come forward to confess his love? Then you wouldn't have to marry that devil, Fu Hansheng."

"Am I that charming?"

A staff member looked for us after a short while. He made an exception and let us wait in the lounge for the photographer.

A moment later, a noise came from outside. When the door opened, the only person who came in was Qi Min. He smiled apologetically at me.

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry. The photographer sent that photo a few years ago. As it has been too long since we last met, I couldn't contact him. However, I found this number. You can call him and ask him yourself."

I took the note. There was a string of numbers written on it.