Zhuo Yuanhang's arrival did not affect Ye Jiaqi. At first she was still worried about whether he would do anything, but after a while she found that Zhuo Yuanhang almost never went out.

Sometimes he would go to Principal Wang’s house for dinner, sometimes he would cook at home, and most of the time, he would not go out.

The yard was locked from inside, and no one knew what he was doing.

Ye Jiaqi would pass by his house when he went to the orphanage, but she couldn't guess Zhuo Yuanhang.

He seemed to have changed, no longer like ZR's vice president, nor like the son of a wealthy businessman in Hong Kong, but just a purely single man.

Ye Jiaqi did not spend any effort to guess. She did not intend to have any involvement with Zhuo Yuanhang.

The line between them has long been broken.

She traveled back and forth between home and office as if he hadn't been there.

On this day, she was sorting out the textbooks for the start of school, and Principal Wang walked in.

"Teacher Ye, I think Mr. Zhuo rarely goes out. Does he... have any knots? Please advise him."

"Principal Wang, I don't know him very well, I have only met him a few times."

"Is this true? Then just be a friend's advice. It's not good to stay alone at home. The paintings he draws are so good. Look at the fine brushwork, he gave me. I think he can come to school to be a painting teacher, and I will be very welcome."

"He probably won't be happy, and he doesn't have the patience either."

"How could it be? I think he is very likable to deal with people."

Ye Jiaqi didn't refute anything.

Zhuo Yuanhang is very well-educated, his kindness and gentleness are indeed very likable.

"Teacher Ye, if you have the chance, please persuade him to come out for a walk and not be stuck at home alone."

"He might be going into seclusion to complete some shocking paintings." Ye Jiaqi teased.

"Teacher Ye, you are joking. Look, you and Teacher Xiao He divide the work and teach. There is just a shortage of a teacher who teaches art! If there is, it would be perfect!"

"Jia Ye and I can teach you too. The paintings we both are not bad. It's enough to teach children, especially Jia Ye, who has a good artistic foundation."

Principal Wang couldn't refute it all at once, and teaching children was indeed enough.

Ye Jiaqi knew what Principal Wang meant, but he didn't point it out.

But there was nothing important, she really didn't want to have any involvement with Zhuo Yuanhang.

When she returned from the orphanage, she stopped and took a look inside.

Still, there were nothing to see, only two closed wooden doors locked from inside. There were sparrows yelling on the trees inside, and no sound could be heard.

Ye Jiaqi didn't knock on the door and left.

However, He Jiaye would sometimes mention Zhuo Yuanhang to her: "Jiaqi, why do you think his door is always closed? Nothing will happen, right?"

"No, he will go to Principal Wang's house for dinner."

"Oh, what is he thinking?"

"Or...you go and ask?"

"No, no." He Jiaye smiled, "What others think has nothing to do with me. I just heard from Principal Wang that his paintings are very good."

"Have you seen his paintings?"

"I saw a freehand painting of goldfish. Although I am an amateur, my aunt is a painter. I have learned a lot from childhood. His paintings are very good. You think he is a painter, right? If he is a painter or photographer, it is not difficult to explain why he came to the village. Their artists have always been unique."

"Who knows?" Ye Jiaqi made excuses.
Chapter completed!