Chapter 87 We Are True Love

Early in the morning, Sheng Jiaoyang was extra careful, even more so than when she attended high-society parties. Her hair was perfectly styled, and everything from her makeup and nail polish to her scarf and shoes was meticulously chosen for the perfect match.

She applied a final layer of brightening lip gloss, looked at her refined reflection in the mirror, smiled confidently, and then gracefully walked out of the room.

At the stairs, she encountered Lilith, who was about to come up to wake her. Lilith's face clearly showed surprise when she saw her. "Good morning, Lilith," Sheng Jiaoyang greeted her with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Xu!" Lilith replied with a smile, "You look especially beautiful today!"

"Thank you!" Sheng Jiaoyang nodded, expressing her gratitude

with grace and poise .

In the restaurant, Shen Zhining sat at the head of the table, browsing the latest financial news on his iPad. He didn't look up at the footsteps until a sweet, coquettish "Good morning, darling!" reached his ears. Only then did he look up, and a tall girl with a sweet smile came into view. Visually, she was refreshing, but aurally…

it was so affected he wanted to throw her out!

Sheng Jiaoyang, maintaining her smile, sat down at the other end of the long table. Seeing the person opposite her still looking at her, she winked mischievously, successfully earning a disgusted look from Shen Zhining. She then smiled even more broadly.

"Darling, what are we having for breakfast today?"

Shen Zhining narrowed his eyes, seemingly thinking of something, but held back, ignoring her and simply gesturing for Philip to serve breakfast.

Philip, standing to the side, noticed that his boss hadn't eaten much today, and stepped forward to ask with concern, "Boss, is breakfast not to your liking today?"

"No." Shen Zhining got up and walked out.

"Honey, when are our grandparents coming?" Sheng Jiaoyang quickly stood up and asked in a coquettish voice as Shen Zhining passed by.

Shen Zhining stopped, raised his hand to pinch her chin, looked directly into her eyes, and said in a low voice, word by word, "Listen, your task is to deal with them, not to disgust me!"

Sheng Jiaoyang blinked and asked in the same low voice, "After I complete my task, how will you prove that you won't pursue the past?"

"Prove? Ha, you only have one path to take now: do what's in front of you!" Shen Zhining said coldly as he walked out.

"Yes, I'm doing that, but if I don't act intimately, who will believe we're truly in love?!" Sheng Jiaoyang shouted at Shen Zhining.

Shen Zhining paused, then left the restaurant without looking back.

Sheng Jiaoyang chuckled and sat down to continue eating her breakfast slowly. She took small bites of her sandwich, her eyes half-closed, her mind already racing with countless thoughts. Disgusting? The truly disgusting part was yet to come! That was just a heads-up. The thought of Shen Zhining, disgusted to the core, having to maintain his composure made her feel incredibly good.

After breakfast, Sheng Jiaoyang moved to the sofa in the living room to play on her phone. She saw many text messages; several close friends from the "Supermodel" competition, such as Wang Wei, Luo Yi, and Pu Mingyu, had texted to ask about her situation. Liu Lu, whom she had eaten with yesterday, also texted to ask if she was in any trouble. She replied to them all. After

replying to the texts, Sheng Jiaoyang leaned back on the sofa and suddenly remembered Liu Lu asking about her Weibo yesterday. Since she had nothing better to do, she registered an account and started browsing Weibo.

When she heard the approaching roar, she saw Shen Zhining coming downstairs.

"Is it them?" Sheng Jiaoyang stood up.

Shen Zhining glanced at her and walked outside. "Follow me,"

Sheng Jiaoyang quickly followed.

A smooth and wide road had been built on the island. A private plane slowly landed, taxied for a short distance, and then stopped.

The cabin door slid open.

Sheng Jiaoyang, who had been standing next to Shen Zhining, immediately ran over to help Andy Frylin as she came down the stairs.

"Grandma Andy, I've missed you so much since I saw you in London. I never thought I'd have the chance to see you again! I'm so happy!" Sheng Jiaoyang said with a sincere smile.

Frylin patted Sheng Jiaoyang's hand and said in standard Mandarin, "I'm also very happy to see you again."

Shen Zhining walked over and looked at Daisy, who was walking down the stairs arm in arm with Grandpa Shen. He frowned slightly. "Why is Daisy here?" Or rather, why is Daisy here again?

"Daisy was heartbroken by you, so I brought her out to cheer her up. Is that not allowed?" Grandpa Shen said in an unquestionable tone.

"..." Shen Zhining was speechless.

Daisy held her chin high with haughtiness, but when she saw Sheng Jiaoyang chatting happily with Freylin, her face instantly darkened. Although Eastern faces often resembled each other in the eyes of Westerners, she remembered this short-haired girl. After all, no woman in her social circle dared to argue with her, so it was hard not to remember her.

Sheng Jiaoyang ignored the murderous glare. She looked at Grandpa Shen, who was grooming her, and greeted him obediently, "Hello, Grandpa Shen!"

Grandpa Shen nodded in response, but didn't say much. His gaze was quite sharp as he looked at this girl who looked quite young, trying to intimidate her with his eyes, make her feel inferior, and make her leave her grandson.

"Woof~" A dog barked.

Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes lit up. She turned her head to look at the cabin and saw a bodyguard holding two leashes, each attached to a dog. One was pure white with beautiful fur, and the other had a black back.

"Bear Cub!" Sheng Jiaoyang exclaimed in surprise.

Blackie struggled violently, breaking free from the bodyguard's grasp, and dashed down, running to... Shen Zhining's feet under Sheng Jiaoyang's watchful gaze.

The little ungrateful thing! Sheng Jiaoyang felt a pang of sadness; the dog she had raised with her own hands now only recognized someone else as its master. How could she feel?

Shen Zhining patted Blackie's head, his gaze sweeping over Sheng Jiaoyang's face. "It's sunny outside, let's come inside."

Everyone took their seats in the living room, and Philip directed the housekeeper to bring out drinks and snacks.

Flynn and Grandpa Shen sat on one side, Shen Zhining sat on a single sofa, and Daisy glared at Sheng Jiaoyang, each occupying one end of the sofa.

Flynn sensed the oppressive atmosphere and broke the silence first: "Jiaojiao, are you still in school?"

"Jiaojiao? She's also called Jiaojiao?" Grandpa Shen looked at Sheng Jiaoyang with surprise.

"Grandpa Shen, my name is Xu Jiaojiao," Sheng Jiaoyang explained proactively.

"Oh, how old are you this year? What does your family do?" Once he started talking, Grandpa Shen dropped all pretense and began to interrogate her.

"I'll be eighteen on New Year's Eve. It's just my mother and me at home. My mother is currently traveling and doesn't have a job."

"Underage and from a single-parent family?" Grandpa Shen's eyes changed. "How did you meet my Zhi Ning?"

"I met Brother Zhi Ning when I was selling paintings. He really liked my paintings, and we started seeing each other." Sheng Jiaoyang made up a story with her eyes wide open.

Grandpa Shen looked at Shen Zhi Ning, wanting to verify the truth of his statement.

"Yes, it was her paintings that initially attracted me." Shen Zhi Ning said.

Grandpa Shen, who hadn't expected his grandson to be such an artistic young man, could only say, "Then let us admire your paintings." He wanted to see what kind of paintings this young girl could create that could attract his cold-hearted grandson.

Sheng Jiaoyang looked at Shen Zhi Ning; she didn't have any paintings to show him right now.

Shen Zhining glanced at her indifferently and said without changing his expression, "I only want to keep her paintings for my own enjoyment."

Sheng Jiaoyang shuddered upon hearing this, touching her arm, goosebumps rising on her skin.

Old Master Shen remained silent.