Chapter 52 The Boss Wiped Miss Lin’s Tears…

When he saw the tears brimming in her eyes, ready to spill over, a sudden wave of panic rose in his heart. Tears, to him, had always been a sign of weakness. He especially despised women’s tears, finding them utterly intolerable. Yet now, what he felt was not revulsion, but a strange, unfamiliar sensation—one that left him at a loss, tinged with an unexpected tenderness.

This realization caused a change to flicker across his face. In the instant her tears fell, Shen Hanzhi lifted his hand almost involuntarily. By the time he realized what he was doing, his fingertips had already brushed gently across her cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen there.

The tears that touched his skin were warm.

As his gentle fingers traced her face, a sense of warmth blossomed in Lin Nanxun’s heart as well. She lifted her gaze, staring in a daze at the handsome man before her. His sudden and uncharacteristic tenderness left Zhou Bei and Ron, who were both present in the office, utterly astounded.

Zhou Bei, in particular, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The boss, who used to find the sound of sobbing nothing but irritating and would promptly throw the offending party out, had just… wiped Miss Lin’s tears?

Aware of the stares directed at him, Shen Hanzhi’s expression stiffened, a hint of discomfort flashing across his handsome features.

Abruptly, he withdrew his hand and took a tissue from his desk, handing it to her. “Wipe away your tears and snot. It’s dirty.” With those words, he turned away, refusing to look at her again, as if concealing some inner turmoil.

Seeing this, Lin Nanxun came back to herself, reached for the tissue, touched her perfectly clean nose, and, with a puzzled expression, protested innocently, “I don’t have any snot…”

Shen Hanzhi’s lips pressed into a thin line; he said nothing.

A dry cough broke the awkward silence. Ron moved closer to Lin Nanxun, who had just stopped crying, startling her into taking a step back.

“So, will you agree to be my apprentice now?” Ron looked at her expectantly.

At his question, Lin Nanxun instinctively glanced at Shen Hanzhi beside her, then smiled softly. “Yes.” She nodded lightly in agreement.

With the villain here, she suddenly felt a surge of strength within her. She wanted to become better, stronger.

Seeing her consent, Ron’s face lit up with delight, and he spoke quickly, as if afraid she might change her mind. “Then it’s settled. Come to my studio tomorrow—I’ll show you around.”

Zhou Bei, just recovering from his shock, answered on her behalf, “I’ll take Miss Lin there myself tomorrow.”

Ron nodded in approval, but just as he was about to leave, he paused, as something occurred to him. He turned back to Lin Nanxun. “Let’s exchange contact information. What’s your phone number?”

If she changed her mind, at least he’d know how to find her.

At his question, Lin Nanxun shook her head. “I don’t have a phone.”

She had never owned a phone, and her only memory of one was the pink music phone her mother had given her in middle school. After she fell ill, she’d never touched such things again.

Her answer surprised Ron. In this day and age, was there really still someone without a phone?