Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman || LK Adaptation

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝑿𝑿𝑿𝑰𝑰

Suran glanced down at the screen. This time, the camera had panned over to another person.

She pursed her lips and looked back up after hearing what Lucas said.

They arrived at the lobby shortly after. Sima Jun was seated inside, waiting for them. Suran was fairly excited to meet the man in person.

Although Sima Jun did not accept her as his apprentice, he didn’t hesitate to give her lots of useful information about painting. This time, she was able to accompany them personally to a grand painting biennale in the United States of America, which allowed her to gain a deeper level of understanding on the topic.

“The results for this biennale have finally come out,” announced Sima Jun while looking at Suran. “The panel of judges have decided that the first prize goes to the participant, For A Millenium.”

Sima Jun’s gaze was penetrating. With pursed lips, Suran went into deep thought. She had promised Lisa to not let anyone know about her identity. However, she felt that if she remained any longer under Sima Jun’s eyes, this secret would explode like a busted dam. To win the first prize of an international award was something she absolutely had to tell Lisa about, else she would miss this one-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After all, who would give the first prize to a participant who remained anonymous throughout the entire process?

“Mr. Sima, please give me some time to think about it.”

Suran sighed.

She thanked Sima Jun for giving her the opportunity to come to such a place. However, she also couldn’t forget about the help which Lisa so selflessly gave her. And so, she decided to fly home to contact Lisa. The fame and fortune which receiving the first prize would bring was something no ordinary person could simply turn down.

Sima Jun sensed her wavering spirit when she spoke. Still, he nodded his head. “This is an incredibly rare award. You must lay out to her the pros and cons of receiving this award when you get back home. Make sure she understands everything.”

This award was what most artists were aiming for in their career. It was almost impossible not to move one’s heart when receiving it. Even Sima Jun himself would not choose to ignore it as For A Millenium had been doing up until now.

A boarding reminder from the PA system echoed through the airport.

“Grandpa Sima, Brother Lucas, why are you guys still here?!” asked a bubbly twenty-something young girl who slipped into the VIP waiting room unnoticed.

Sima Jun rose up from his seat and picked his walking stick up. “We were just leaving.”

Meng Yuqi held out her arms, trying to grab Lucas’ wrist only to grab empty air in the end as he had stepped out of the way at the last second. Upon realizing that he had dodged her hug, a cold expression surfaced on her gorgeous face.

“Brother Lucas!” Yuqi stomped her feet angrily at the ground. “Grandpa Sima, did you see what he did?!”

“Yuqi, come with Grandpa. Brother Lucas needs to hold his painting. It’s his treasure you see. Even your beloved grandpa was not allowed to touch his art.” Sima Jun smiled apologetically at Yuqi.

Laying beside Sima Jun’s foot was a framed piece of art; it was the painting that Lisa had picked to enter this year’s biennale.

Lucas picked the painting up and grasped it tightly with his hands. On his face was a dignified look when looking down at the painting. Gradually, that deadpan expression warmed up, like a devil that had just entered into a trance.