Chapter 102 Sunflower Oil Painting
Although the Zhou family's old house has been donated and this house was built later, the sense of majesty of belonging to a large family still exists.
After the car drove smoothly away from Zhou's house, Shi Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned her head to look at the chiseled profile of the man in the driver's seat, a smile still lingering at the corner of her lips.
She whispered, "I can see that they are really trying to be nice to me." It was not just a casual courtesy; everyone's eyes were warm.
Shi Qing touched the bracelet that her grandfather had put on her. She heard that this was originally intended to be passed down by her grandmother to her mother, but they had some complaints about her father, so she passed it down to her.
Other elders also prepared gifts with great care.
She can feel the purest love and acceptance of the elders for the younger generations.
"Indeed." Sheng Han responded, and his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.
Just now at the dinner table, his grandfather gave him a lecture with a stern face, but he felt more at ease and happy than ever before.
Sheng Han's voice was a little deeper than usual.
"Although they are very nice to me, actually...I don't like going back to my grandpa's house during the Chinese New Year."
"Hmm?" Shi Qing looked at him puzzledly.
"Every time they come together as a family, but I am alone." Sheng Han stared ahead and stated in a calm tone a fact that he had long been accustomed to.
Back then, Sheng Jian not only kidnapped my grandfather's precious daughter, but also failed to take good care of her, causing her to die young.
My grandfather had already expelled this son-in-law and strictly forbade him from setting foot in the Zhou family.
After he was taken back to the Zhou family by his grandfather, he rarely returned to the Sheng family to celebrate the New Year.
No matter how good his elders were to him, he always felt alone.
Shi Qing's heart seemed to be gently tugged by something. She reached out and placed her hand on the back of Sheng Han's free hand, wanting to say something to comfort him.
Sheng Han took the initiative to hold her hand.
He took Shi Qing's hand to his lips and pressed his warm lips against her delicate knuckles.
"But this time..." Sheng Han turned his head, his eyes like black jade looking deeply at her, reflecting her shadow, "I don't feel lonely anymore."
Seeing her surrounded by her family and truly loved by her elders, his heart, which had been empty because of the past, seemed to be filled in an instant.
Shi Qing narrowed her eyes and held his hand back.
In the most gentle and firm tone, I said: "I will never do that again. You have me."
The smile on Sheng Han's lips grew deeper.
The car returned to the city, but Shi Qing still felt unfamiliar with the scenery outside the window and was a little confused: "This...isn't the way back to my house?"
"Yeah." Sheng Han chuckled, with a hint of mystery and anticipation, "It's the way back to my home."
Soon, the car drove into a villa area.
Finally, it parked in the underground garage of a villa.
The garage is spacious and bright.
There were already several sleek sports cars parked inside, and a few flamboyant heavy motorcycles in the corner.
The style of his car is completely different from the one in the underground garage in Beijing.
Sheng Han explained: "I come here to live for a while every year."
Shi Qing nodded in understanding and followed him directly into the house from the elevator.
As soon as you step into the living room, a warm and comfortable atmosphere hits you.
The entire villa is dominated by warm colors, with soft wool carpets and designer wooden furniture, exuding the warmth of home everywhere, which is very different from Sheng Han’s apartment in Beijing that is comparable to a model room.
"This is the house my mother left me." Sheng Han's voice sounded particularly gentle in the empty living room.
Shi Qing's heart moved slightly.
No wonder, there are traces of love everywhere here.
Her eyes were quickly drawn to the huge oil painting on the living room wall.
In the painting, a whole field of sunflowers blooms wildly under the bright sun, with golden flower disks chasing the light, full of vigorous vitality.
Her favorite flower was sunflower, and every bouquet given to her before the winter solstice was also sunflower.
So, this painting...was hung here on purpose because he knew my preferences?
The thought made her heart beat faster, and she couldn't help but want to move closer and take a closer look.
As soon as she took a step, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
Sheng Han held her in his arms, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ears, with a hint of bewitching hoarseness.
"Qingqing~" He called her softly, calmly interrupting her intention to get closer to the painting, "Can I?"
These three words, like a feather carrying an electric current, instantly brushed across Shi Qing's heart.
During these days of separation, the longing for you has already fermented in my heart.
What's more, he has been enduring it from last night until now.
Shi Qing's cheeks instantly burned. She tilted her head slightly to avoid his hot breath, her voice as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of pouting: "Did you...did you buy that?"
"I asked the housekeeper to prepare it and put it in the bedroom." His kisses fell densely from her earlobe to her slender neck, and his hoarse voice was filled with long-suppressed desire.
Letting a stranger prepare this kind of thing...
Shi Qing was so embarrassed that her toes curled up, but when his lips finally covered hers, all her shyness and reserve turned into an emotional response.
She missed him too, very much.
The two kissed all the way from the living room to the bedroom on the second floor, with their clothes scattered all over the floor.
It was like the signals they left behind when they lost control, weaving into a silent love poem under the moonlight.
From the first to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, time seemed to have lost its meaning in this villa that belonged entirely to them.
Without the interruption of work and the prying eyes of the outside world, the two of them enjoyed themselves together to their heart's content.
The sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, drawing moving spots of light on the wooden floor. The air is filled with the aroma of coffee and his fresh and pleasant scent.
Every corner of the villa, from the sofa to the carpet, from the kitchen island to the second-floor study, seemed to be stained with traces of their intimacy. Shi Qing, initially uncomfortable and shy, gradually became accustomed to his demands and closeness, even learning to take the initiative.
Good times are always short. Early in the morning on the sixth day of the New Year, Sheng Han set out to return to the crew set up in Guangcheng.
The situation in Country K is still turbulent, but fortunately, there are only a few scenes that need to be filmed on location there, and the rest can be completed with post-production special effects.
After seeing Sheng Han off, Shi Qing's disturbed mood gradually settled down, and she finally remembered the important matter that her agent Xia Zhu had told her before the New Year.
Choose the script for your next play.
The broadcast of "Second Daughter" was a great success, and Shi Qing also filmed a new movie directed by Feng. Her popularity and reputation among the people have reached a new level.
But good movie scripts are hard to come by, and at this stage, stabilizing the TV drama market remains the top priority.
Xia Zhu knew that she wanted to make a transition. There were many new talents in the entertainment industry, and with Shi Qing's acting skills, it was really a waste for her to always be in idol dramas.
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