Chapter 50: Fantasizing about the Impossible
Mu Xingchen wasn't afraid to take her to bed, after all, he was overbearing from the start. He just didn't want to break the harmonious and quiet atmosphere between them, he wanted her to relax completely. How could this girl be so tired? She hadn't even had her 18th birthday yet, no way, he couldn't let her be like this, he had to intervene in her life, otherwise she would collapse from exhaustion, what would he do then?
Meng Jun didn't know how long she had slept, but she knew that this sleep was exceptionally sweet. As soon as she opened her eyes, the first feeling was that her whole body was full of energy, just like a small person in the game who had fully recovered their health.
When Miss Mengjun was fully awake, she only then thought of the serious question of where she was. Underneath her was a super luxurious queen-sized bed, with soft red velvet that felt smooth to the touch, like the downy feathers on a newborn chick. The quilt on top of her was light and warm, probably made of genuine silk. When she lifted her head again, she was suddenly shocked by the magnificent decorations in front of her. Such grandeur, such extravagance, even the imperial palaces of ancient times were probably no more than this.
Where is this place? This question flashed quickly in Meng Jun's mind, but disappeared just as quickly. After all, she was only an eighteen-year-old girl, and even if she were more mature and responsible than her peers, she still had the curiosity and love of beauty that girls of her age possessed. Her full attention was now focused on exploring the decorations in the house.
She slowly stood up and looked around. All the furniture in the house was pure white European design style, so elegant, so noble. As the saying goes, "no color is better than color", and the king of colors is still white. This is very consistent with the design concept of the European palace, and what Westerners pursue is this kind of pure beauty. If not, they would not wear only white wedding dresses when getting married. Although this is different from the traditional customs of Chinese people, it is in line with her aesthetic point of view.
She couldn't help but walk over to stroke the surface of the furniture, curious as to why the same paint job could make these pieces look so lustrous and jade-like. Not only that, but also the golden accents that had been hammered into place just so - any more would have been gaudy, any less would have been dull. Meng Jun may have come from a humble background and never seen such grand scenes before, but she had always been interested in art and decoration since childhood, often sketching out designs with pen and paper, and even buying many books on aesthetics and design to study. Her design for a pavilion had won the silver prize in the New Sprouts Cup Design Competition's middle school division, and when she graduated from junior high, if not for thinking that attending the affiliated middle school of the Academy of Fine Arts was too expensive, she would have applied there.
She used to see these beautifully decorated, elegantly designed furniture only in books. No matter how beautiful the pictures were, they gave people a sense of unreality. She didn't expect that today she could experience the charm of these art pieces in person. After looking at enough furniture, she looked at the decorations, which also matched the style of the house. There was a series of Western paintings, and she liked Picasso's abstract paintings the most. Each single beautiful line seemed out of place, but when combined together, they were perfectly harmonious and flawless, forming a picture that could inspire endless imagination. She had a small sketchbook with some original abstract paintings on it, but she thought they were immature and even ugly, so she never showed them to anyone.
There were also some Western antiques, which she didn't quite understand, but the profound cultural heritage that these antiques possessed made her deeply admire them.
What attracted her most was the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, its shape completely breaking away from tradition. It was a spiral-shaped swan with delicate and transparent wings, each feather hanging a rounded crystal bead that served as a light source. The dazzling light against the deep blue ceiling was like countless stars twinkling in the vast night sky.
"It's too beautiful! It's really rare, how did they think of it?" Meng Jun raised her head and gazed at it dazedly, unable to help but let out a heartfelt sigh of admiration. After all, she was a girl who loved fantasy and beauty, but was completely enveloped by the thick artistic atmosphere in this house, forgetting where she was.
Muxingchen stood at the door of the study, which was located in the center of the entire house. Because he didn't like overly enclosed spaces, he had replaced the original wooden door with a hollow screen. The whole room reflected an elegant Western atmosphere, but this study was designed entirely according to Chinese style. He stood behind the screen and could just see Mengjun's shadow walking around the large hall. Originally, when he saw her wake up, he thought of going out, but seeing her enthusiastically admiring the decorations in the house, he didn't go disturb her.
Especially when he saw the radiant look on her face, he felt a genuine excitement and couldn't help but regret that if he had known she liked this place so much, he should have brought her here earlier!
Meng Jun was getting excited, when suddenly a perfect sculpture stood in front of him. No, how could it be a sculpture? That was clearly the腹黑男 (abdominal black male), wearing pajamas, with a head of wet hair that had an extra charm to it, the front of his robe open, revealing healthy wheat-colored skin, those firm muscles really made one's thoughts run wild...
