The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 149. Did you draw this? (Second update)

Chapter 149: 149. Did you draw this? (Second update)

"Um, about last night, thank you. I will transfer the money for the clothes to your card, just send me your card number to my phone," Yu Xiaoxuan lingered at the door to Han Yi’s bedroom for a long time before knocking and calling out to the person inside, raising her voice intentionally for fear that she wouldn’t be heard.

There was no movement from inside, and Yu Xiaoxuan wasn’t sure if Han Yi had heard her, so she repeated herself. Still receiving no reply, she figured that Han Yi didn’t want to deal with her and didn’t continue.

"I’m leaving now, but you must remember to send your card number to my phone," Yu Xiaoxuan added. Yet the door remained silent.

She pouted. They say women are fickle, but from what she could see, men were even more so.

"Bang." A loud noise came from behind her as the bedroom door swung open. Startled, Yu Xiaoxuan turned around to see Han Yi standing in the doorway with a stern face, holding a suit jacket in his hand.

"I thought you said you were leaving. I’ll give you a ride."

Yu Xiaoxuan waved her hands, "No... no need, I can go on my own." Seeing his grim reaper-like expression, she didn’t dare let him give her a ride. At this moment, Yu Xiaoxuan had no doubt that, given the chance, Han Yi might want to tear her to shreds.

"It’s three kilometers to the nearest taxi spot. If you feel like walking, I don’t mind," Han Yi said coldly.

Yu Xiaoxuan shrank her neck and hesitated for a moment, "Then... I’ll trouble you."

Han Yi walked ahead toward the door first, and Yu Xiaoxuan quickly followed. Seeing the dress shirt and suit on Han Yi, she couldn’t help but wonder, didn’t he ever feel the cold?

Han Yi only took Yu Xiaoxuan as far as one station away from Shengxuan. After all, Yu Xiaoxuan was an artist with the company, and he was the boss; being seen together and sparking baseless speculation wouldn’t be good for her.

As for Linda, Han Yi wasn’t worried at all. Linda was a longtime employee at the company and naturally knew what could and couldn’t be said.

When Linda saw Yu Xiaoxuan returning, she simply urged her to hurry to practice and didn’t ask where Yu Xiaoxuan had been the night before or why she couldn’t be contacted. Yu Xiaoxuan, who had been expecting a scolding, breathed a sigh of relief.

**

When Shen Qinglan woke up today, there was nobody beside her. She didn’t know what time Fu Hengyi had left. The two of them had stayed up a bit late last night. She had woken up once in the morning, and Fu Hengyi had told her it was still early and to continue sleeping, so she did, and didn’t even realize when Fu Hengyi left.

The blanket still carried Fu Hengyi’s scent, and Shen Qinglan looked forlorn as she lay in bed for a while before getting up.

There was a note on the dining table left by Fu Hengyi, "Breakfast is warming in the pot, remember to eat."

The corners of Shen Qinglan’s mouth curled up slightly, and her eyes were full of smiles as she walked into the kitchen. There was century egg porridge in the clay pot, and next to it a pot with a boiled egg and a steamed bun.

Fu Hengyi had kept it warm on a low heat, and it was still steaming hot.

Shen Qinglan tasted it and found it was quite good. Though she wasn’t very hungry initially, she now felt a bit peckish. She sat down and slowly ate her meal.

As soon as she finished eating, she received a call from Fu Hengyi.

"Are you up?" Fu Hengyi asked with a gentle voice.

Shen Qinglan smiled, "Mhm."

"Breakfast is in the kitchen, remember to eat."

Shen Qinglan glanced at the empty bowl, "I’ve eaten already. It tasted very good."

"That’s good."

"Why didn’t you wake me this morning?" She had meant to see him off.

"Seeing you sleep so soundly, I didn’t have the heart to wake you," Fu Hengyi’s voice was tender, "If you still feel tired today, go back to sleep for a bit." Knowing that he had worn her out last night, there was a hint of pity in Fu Hengyi’s tone.

Shen Qinglan’s cheeks were slightly warm, knowing that parting was imminent, and this separation would again be for over a month, so Shen Qinglan had taken the initiative last night, only to ignite a volcano.

After hanging up the phone, she rubbed her somewhat sore waist and then cleaned up the kitchen.

Then, Shen Qinglan found that she seemed to have nothing else to do. There were no more courses in school, and she could graduate next June after attending the graduation defense. She didn’t have a job and didn’t need to go to work. It seemed she had become an idle person.

Realizing this, Shen Qinglan seriously considered her plans after graduation for the first time but was interrupted by a phone call from Daniel before she could come to any conclusion.

Daniel had not contacted her since he last came to take one of her paintings, and she didn’t inquire what he did with her paintings either.

"Daniel, what’s up?"

"Qinglan, I need to go abroad soon. There’s an international youth painting contest coming up, and I’ve registered you for it. See when you can come to my studio to pick out a painting to enter. Don’t be in a rush to refuse; let me tell you, I struggled for a long time to secure this opportunity for you. If you dare tell me you won’t participate, I’ll cut ties with you, immediately, at once," Daniel said.

Shen Qinglan was somewhat speechless; she hadn’t planned to refuse, it’s just that, "I know, I’ll participate, it’s just, this artwork, I already have an idea."

Daniel was surprised, glancing at the phone, "You’re saying you’ve already prepared the artwork?"

"Hmm."

"Qinglan, did you already know about this contest, so you prepared the artwork in advance?" Daniel asked.

Shen Qinglan felt annoyed, "Didn’t you just secure the contest slot for me?"

Daniel thought about it and realized she was right and didn’t dwell on the issue of the artwork. "Qinglan, where is the artwork you plan to enter?"

"Come to my house, the artwork is here."

"Okay."

After the call ended, Shen Qinglan walked into the study and took out the painting named "Redemption" from the corner of the room. To prevent Fu Hengyi from discovering this painting, she had hidden it very carefully.

Driving to Shangya Garden, the door was opened by Jin Enxi, "An, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at home with your husband?" she had called Shen Qinglan a couple of days ago, and Shen Qinglan had told her she was staying home with her husband.

"Hmm, I came over for something."

Jin Enxi then noticed the item in her hands.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

Shen Qinglan handed over the painting, which she had already framed and bagged. Jin Enxi took it out for a look, "Leng Qingqiu, who is this? Very famous?"

Although Leng Qingqiu’s name had risen to fame within the country, they certainly weren’t well-known abroad, and it was normal for Jin Enxi, who had recently come to the country, to be unaware.

"Just a minor painter," said Shen Qinglan indifferently.

"Even though it’s a minor painter, the painting is pretty good, with a simple and generous composition, bold use of color, delicate brushwork, and it carries rich emotions. An, this painting is good, give it to me," Jin Enxi requested.

"If you like it, I can give you another one another day; this painting has another purpose."

"Okay then," Jin Enxi was not disappointed, but after a pause, she looked at Shen Qinglan with suspicion, "An, this painting isn’t yours, is it?"

Under Jin Enxi’s gaze, Shen Qinglan calmly nodded.

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