Chapter 27 When did you learn to make up this kind of lie?

Outside, the moonlight was serene.

Inside, Wen Yu was fast asleep in Shen Jinhuai's arms.

She turned her face to the side, resting her head unguarded in Shen Jinhuai's arm, burying most of her face between his chest and chin, revealing her delicate nose and long eyelashes.

The bright moonlight streamed in through the window, outlining the girl's gentle face.

Wen Yu's breathing was light and even, and she was extremely relaxed, like a little rabbit that had finally found a safe nest where she could sleep soundly.

She curled up slightly, one hand resting on Shen Jinhuai's waist, her fingertips loosely clutching the corner of his pajamas.

Her previously furrowed brows had completely relaxed, and Wen Yu's soft lips parted slightly in her sleep, glistening with a moist sheen. All her anxiety and vulnerability had faded away, leaving only the most peaceful sleepiness.

Quiet dependence, filled with unreserved trust in the man beside her.

Shen Jinhuai felt a tenderness in his heart.

Immediately, images of Wen Yu's pale face when she woke up, the fear in her eyes, and her choked words, "Jin Huai, I'm so scared..." kept flashing through his mind.

Then I recalled Wen Yu's inexplicably empty, bewildered, and frightened eyes when she seemed to have suddenly encountered something terrifying...

Wen Yu seemed to gradually remember something.

The man carefully raised his hand, his slightly calloused fingertips gently tracing the soft face of the sleeping girl in his arms.

Immediately, the girl in his arms smiled as if she were having a wonderful dream.

She snuggled closer to the man, completely dependent on him.

Shen Jinhuai's body tensed up.

For a long time, he didn't know where to put his hand that was touching Wen Yu's face.

However, Wen Yu's dream was completely different.

Before my eyes, pink cherry blossoms fluttered in the air like rain, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

Sunlight filtered through the layers of blossoms, dancing on the shoulders and hair of the two people beneath the tree.

In her dream, Wen Yu's face was more youthful than it is now, with the full blush unique to teenage girls on her cheeks.

She tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling, filled with the sunshine and joy of the whole world, staring unblinkingly at the man opposite her.

Standing opposite her, Shen Jinhuai was a few years younger than he was now, less profound, and his eyes were filled with pure gentleness and focus.

He lowered his head slightly, gazing at the girl under the cherry blossom tree, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Even as she slept, Wen Yu's smile deepened.

Seeing this, although he didn't know what kind of dream Wen Yu was having, Shen Jinhuai's tense heart finally relaxed.

He carefully adjusted his posture to make Wen Yu more comfortable.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore outside the window, the warmth in my arms, and the faint fragrance of Wen Yu's hair lingering around my nose.

The cold, anxious look that had been hidden deep in Shen Jinhuai's eyes completely vanished.

Before his consciousness sank into darkness, the man held the girl in his arms even tighter.

The next morning, as the warm sunlight streamed in through the window, Wen Yu slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is Shen Jinhuai's sleeping profile, which is right in front of you.

Sunlight danced on the man's handsome and refined features, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his lower eyelids.

The man had a high, straight nose and warm lips. The deepness that occasionally showed when he was sober had faded away. At this moment, he was like an unguarded big boy, incredibly gentle.

Wen Yu stared intently, her heart filled with a surge of emotions.

She couldn't help but move closer to Shen Jinhuai, her small nose brushing against the skin of the man's neck, and then she took a deep breath like a little animal, absorbing the reassuring scent emanating from Shen Jinhuai.

While asleep, Shen Jinhuai felt the person in his arms getting closer. He tightened his arms, which were originally loosely draped around Wen Yu's waist, and pulled her even closer into his embrace.

The man rubbed his chin against the top of Wen Yu's head.

Wen Yu's heart softened at Shen Jinhuai's unconscious action, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Instead of struggling, she buried herself even deeper into his embrace, lightly kissed the man's chest, and curved her lips into a sweet smile.

Meanwhile, in City A, in the president's office of the Zhou Group.

The investigation has stalled for several days.

The South American lead, after extensive and repeated verification with considerable manpower and resources, pointed to a meticulously designed shell project, wasting Zhou's valuable time and energy.

"Shen Jinhuai is more cunning than we thought."

When Chen Xu reported, his voice was filled with a strong sense of frustration: "President Shen, the ultimate beneficiary of the foundation is hidden behind layers of structure, and we... have still not been able to directly prove that it is Shen Jinhuai. Our people are still trying to infiltrate the island's specific location and security arrangements, but there has been no progress so far."

Zhou Yingchen sat on the sofa, looking at the map in his hand, his cold gaze sweeping over the vast sea area in front of him where Wen Yu might be hiding.

"Then let's investigate from a different angle."

Zhou Yingchen's voice was icy: "Investigate all medical personnel who had contact with Shen Jinhuai before and after he left City A, especially those in the fields of psychology and psychiatry, including but not limited to Jianyun Hospital. Check the flight records of all aircraft and ships under his name or that he could use, and cross-reference them. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, we must screen them out."

Since the other party had created layers of deception, he used the most clumsy and difficult-to-complete method to dig out all the traces that Shen Jinhuai might have left behind, layer by layer.

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Although Shen Jinhuai comforted her in time, that dream still left an indelible wound in Wen Yu's heart.

She didn't dare to stay alone for too long.

Because Shen Jinhuai needed to handle his work in his study on the first floor, Wen Yu had to stay alone in the studio.

She mixed colors, wielded her brush, and tried her best to immerse herself in the world of creation.

On the canvas, vibrant cotton candy clouds intertwine with the azure sea.

As the sun set, its rays cast a warm glow on the waves.

Everything looked peaceful and beautiful.

But Wen Yu's brushstrokes slowed down involuntarily.

She glanced at the chair where Shen Jinhuai usually sat, and an indescribable sense of emptiness quietly rose in her heart.

The more beautiful the scenery in the distance, the stronger the sense of loss that Shen Jinhuai was not by her side.

Wen Yu put down her paintbrush and stared blankly at the warm and empty sea and sky meeting in the painting.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yu couldn't help but pick up her phone and open her WeChat chat with Shen Jinhuai.

Are you done with your work?

Wen Yu typed a line of text and sent it.

After thinking for a moment, I typed another line: "I miss you," and sent it.

Surprisingly, after sending the message, the emptiness I felt deep inside inexplicably faded away considerably.

Wen Yu picked up her paintbrush again, and this time, her brushstrokes were exceptionally gentle, and her inspiration burst forth.

The scene was completed quickly, and Wen Yu carefully added two seabirds nestled together in the corner.

The seabirds basked in the glow of the setting sun, their postures intimate.

A faint, relieved smile finally appeared on Wen Yu's face.

This entire scene was witnessed by Shen Jinhuai, who had been standing outside the studio for an unknown amount of time.

The man leaned against the corridor wall, looking down at his phone screen at the message Wen Yu had sent:

Are you done with your work?

【I miss you】

The sunlight outside the window outlined the man's tall figure as he traced the words "I miss you" on the screen with his fingertips.

Looking up at the art studio again, the man's deep-set eyes softened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, all the calculations, fatigue, and the coldness brought by external pressure were soothed by these three simple words and Wen Yu's gentle figure.

Shen Jinhuai watched quietly for a while longer, until Wen Yu added two seabirds nestled together to the painting, at which point the man's smile deepened.

He put away his phone and pushed open the door to the art studio.

"Finished drawing?"

Shen Jinhuai walked behind Wen Yu, his voice warmer and deeper than usual, as if afraid of disturbing this beautiful moment.

Wen Yu turned around in surprise upon hearing the voice, her eyes lighting up: "Jin Huai, are you done with your work?"

"Um."

Shen Jinhuai pulled Wen Yu into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and looked at the painting, sincerely praising, "It's beautiful."

Then, he gazed intently at Wen Yu, reached out, and gently wiped away a tiny speck of very faint blue paint that had somehow gotten on the tip of her nose with his fingertips.

The man's movements were incredibly gentle, and his eyes were exceptionally intense, causing Wen Yu's cheeks to flush instantly.

She didn't flinch, but instead tilted her face up and let Shen Jinhuai wipe her nose, her eyes curving into crescents.

Shen Jinhuai wiped away the paint, then cupped Wen Yu's face in his hands, gently stroking her smooth cheek with his thumb.

The man leaned down and pressed his forehead against Wen Yu's forehead.

In an instant, their noses almost touched, and their breaths mingled.

I received your message.

The man's voice was incredibly soft: "I miss you too, every minute, every second."

Before he could finish speaking and before Wen Yu could react, Shen Jinhuai kissed her lips.

The man's kiss was gentle and lingering, full of tenderness and unspoken affection.

It was like a silent yet solemn response, an affirmation of her longing and a confirmation of its own existence.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the kissing couple in a warm glow.

The painting on the easel, depicting seabirds nestled together, seemed to be imbued with this sweetness, becoming even more vivid.

I don't know how much time passed before the kiss finally ended.

Their breathing was slightly erratic.

Wen Yu leaned against Shen Jinhuai's chest, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glistening with tears. Listening to his heartbeat, which was faster than her own, she felt a sweet warmth bubbling in her heart.

Shen Jinhuai wrapped his arms around Wen Yu's waist, his other hand stroking her slightly swollen lips, his eyes filled with tenderness that could drown water.

After watching for a while, Shen Jinhuai lowered his head and kissed Wen Yu on the tip of her nose again.

"How about we go to the beach on the west side to sketch? The sunset there is beautiful in the evening."

The western beach is a relatively open area of ​​sea on the island, not completely isolated from the world, and you can occasionally see ships in the distance.

Naturally, the view becomes more expansive.

Wen Yu readily agreed.

The two of them went without hesitation.

Bringing their art supplies, Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai arrived at the beach.

The sea breeze ruffled Wen Yu's long hair, and in the distance, the sea and sky merged into one, with seabirds occasionally flying by.

She was focused on describing the magnificent scenery before her, while Shen Jinhuai sat quietly in the chair beside her.

The man's gaze sometimes swept across the distant horizon, and sometimes fell upon Wen Yu's earnest profile, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them, which intertwined on the beach.

Wen Yu finished her painting and was about to put away her brushes when Shen Jinhuai suddenly pulled her into his arms from behind.

"Don't move."

The man's voice was deep, and his breath brushed against Wen Yu's ear.

Wen Yu was taken aback.

She felt Shen Jinhuai's fingers gently combing her hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze.

"A strand of hair was tangled in the button."

The man explained in a low voice, his fingertips brushing lightly against the back of Wen Yu's neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

The excuse was so clumsy that Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle: "When did you learn to make up this kind of lie?"

"From the moment I met you."

Shen Jinhuai readily admitted, tightening his grip on Wen Yu's arm and gently resting his chin on the top of her head: "I just wanted to find a reason to hug you a little longer."

The sea breeze was getting cooler, but the warmth of a man's embrace was intoxicating.

Wen Yu leaned against Shen Jinhuai's chest, feeling incredibly at ease as she listened to his steady heartbeat.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jinhuai grasped Wen Yu's shoulders and made her face him.

The man's gaze was focused, as if he wanted to etch Wen Yu's image into his heart forever.

Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat. She tried to avoid the man's overly intense gaze, but he cupped her face in his hands.

"Xiaoyu".

Shen Jinhuai called Wen Yu's name softly, his voice filled with an indescribable longing: "Look at me."

He gently stroked Wen Yu's cheek with his thumb, his focused gaze lingering on her eyes and brows.

The image finally settled on the girl's slightly parted lips.

As they drew closer, Shen Jinhuai kissed Wen Yu's lips.

At that moment, a voice came through the man's earpiece.

"Mr. Shen, an unidentified vessel briefly stopped 12 nautical miles to the southeast and has already departed."

Chen Jinhuai's eyes were deep and somber.

When their eyes met, he concealed all his gloom.