Since we can't get close to Jin Ye directly, let's try something else.

Everyone has their own weaknesses and secrets, and that mute person must be no exception.

Su Qingyan sneered and continued scrubbing the toilet vigorously, as if the ceramic surface was Zi Xi's calm face.

In the art studio, as Jin Ye was adjusting Zi Xi's posture, he suddenly heard her inner thoughts.

The maid's eyes were really strange today.

Jin Ye's hand paused for a moment.

In fact, he felt the same way.

That clumsy maid always gave him an uncomfortable feeling.

But he quickly put the idea out of his mind.

Capturing the fleeting ray of light on Zi Xi's shoulder at this moment is far more important than pondering an insignificant intruder.

He adjusted the angle of the light, signaling Zixi to turn her head slightly.

"Stay here, don't move, this light is really beautiful."

He spoke softly, in a voice so gentle that no outsider had ever heard it before.

Jin Ye noticed an unprecedented change in himself; he began to gradually understand some of Zi Xi's facial expressions.

It's no longer just a thought, but a deeper, instinctive perception.

When Zixi's eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, he knew her eyes were dry, and he would subtly adjust the angle of the light.

When the almost imperceptible curve of her lips flattens slightly, he knows her muscles are starting to ache, and he will announce a short break.

When her slender fingers unconsciously curled up, he realized she must be cold, so he would turn up the air conditioning temperature.

This tacit understanding of one-sided observation is growing silently.

Jin Ye no longer needs to rely on those thoughts that suddenly intrude into his mind.

"Ten-minute break."

One afternoon he suddenly made the announcement without even checking the time.

Zi Xi was slightly surprised, because she had indeed just begun to feel numbness in her legs.

She relaxed, smiled gratefully, and walked to the side to put on her coat.

"There are hot compresses, which are good for your neck and shoulders."

Jin Ye was washing his paintbrushes with his back to her, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he said something.

Zi Xi was stunned; her right shoulder had indeed started to ache slightly half an hour ago.

How did he know my shoulder hurt? It's like he can read my mind.

She found a hot compress, and as the warmth gradually dispelled the soreness, she couldn't help but glance at Jin Ye again.

Jin Ye's back muscles tensed slightly, but he did not turn around.

*

Meanwhile, Su Qingyan was preparing to execute her new plan.

Even after being demoted to a toilet cleaning job, she didn't give up. Instead, she began to observe the mute man's movements.

She discovered that every Wednesday afternoon, the mute man would occasionally rest alone for a while in the small garden on the east side of the manor.

It was a remote and spacious place, making it an excellent spot to get close to her.

When she overheard the housekeeper saying that the master had gone out for a while, Su Qingyan hid behind the laurel bushes in the garden.

When Zi Xi arrived as scheduled and sat on the bench with her eyes closed to rest, Su Qingyan quietly approached.

"Miss?"

She lowered her voice to make sure she wouldn't alert the security guards patrolling in the distance.

Zi Xi opened her eyes and saw Su Qingyan wearing a cleaner's uniform. She was slightly taken aback, then gave a polite smile and nodded.

"My name is Su Qing."

“I admire your work very much, but unfortunately I have no chance to get close to you… I heard that you are his most valued model.”

As Su Qingyan spoke, she deliberately made her voice much softer than last time.

Yes, sir, you are very focused on your work.

Zi Xi took out her tablet and started typing.

"You're too modest..."

"May I ask what special requirements are needed to be a model for you, sir? I've always dreamed of participating in your artistic creations..."

Su Qingyan sneered inwardly, but outwardly she appeared to be full of admiration.

I don't know, I was just doing what Mr. Jin asked me to do.

Zi Xi shook her head and typed.