"And nobody knows."

Grandma will be unhappy.

She spoke softly, putting away the ointment.

Jing Min was slightly taken aback.

The smile on his lips faded slightly, as if he had been completely choked by those words.

He watched as her Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

In the end, he said nothing, but leaned back in his chair and said in a low voice, feigning composure:

"Alright then, I'll do as you say."

Chu Wuyang packed up her medicine kit, and seeing that he was alright, told him to get some rest before leaving.

Jingmin reluctantly pulled her back.

Chu Wuyang looked at his hand,

"Is there anything else?"

He continued asking persistently.

"What were you doing before I arrived?"

Chu Wuyang sighed softly.

There's no need to confront him, especially since there wasn't anything to begin with, she said calmly.

“Brother Jin Chu… Yang Jin Chu is drawing architectural plans, and I’m learning from him.”

Jing Min's smile froze on his lips, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

Drawing architectural plans?

study?

A surge of bitterness welled up inside him, almost overflowing.

She spoke casually, but he knew—she and Yang Jinchu had learned to paint from their grandmother since they were little.

They share common interests and have grown up together since childhood.

Jing Min felt a sudden pang of jealousy; a chill crept into his smile as he stared at her with a cold, calculating gaze, thinking—

Is being able to draw something amazing?

Will the design be very elegant?

He can easily hire a top international designer.

We have an endless supply of the world's top architectural teams.

There's absolutely no need to do it yourself.

What's there to learn?

What's there to talk about?

His fingertips caressed her hand, his emotions growing deeper and deeper, oblivious to the throbbing pain in his arm wound.

He really wanted to make a sarcastic remark...

But in the end, he managed to restrain himself…

Then, he simply chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalance:

"Is it that impressive?"

Chu Wuyang glanced at him, her tone indifferent:

"It should be powerful,"

sharp?

Jingmin felt even worse.

He gave a cold laugh, so sour it almost made him collapse and turn into a whole lemon grove.

Chu Wuyang ignored him.

"I'm leaving now. You should get some rest."