Chapter 103 Familiar Paintings
Ruan Liuzheng looked at Xie Qingcen quietly, his eyebrows and eyes indifferent, "What I want is the result, not your admission of fault."
She looked serious, speaking each word with clarity, her cold eyes calm and peaceful without a trace of ups and downs.
If it weren't for the sudden emphasizing of his tone, Xie Qingcen would have thought that the two of them were simply talking about today's weather.
He frowned, a hint of helplessness flashing across his delicate features.
"Your calmness is really frightening sometimes."
Xie Qingcen raised his hand and gently stroked the side of Ruan Liuzheng's face. His movements were gentle and affectionate. His dark eyes stared straight at Ruan Liuzheng, with an ambiguous light in his eyes.
"You know what? You're really frustrating me because I can't see myself in your eyes, especially now."
Xie Qingcen's Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't care about the other people in the lounge. There was a hint of fragility in his eyes that was not concealed.
This was the first time in his life that he felt defeated by a woman.
Xie Qingcen was born into the Xie family, a top family in Yuncheng. He has been the center of attention since he was young. His superior family background, impeccable appearance and genius abilities make him the center of attention wherever he goes.
He had always been the one to move other people's emotions, but this was the first time that he was moved by someone else's emotions.
However, Xie Qingcen enjoyed it very much.
After all, this is the woman I chose.
He smiled faintly, with indescribable pampering and tenderness between his delicate eyebrows.
Ruan Liuzheng's eyes flickered slightly. She noticed the change in Xie Qingcen's emotions and his undisguised show of weakness, and she moved her lips.
He looked up and said, "So you want me to have a big argument with you? Or just have a clean fight with you?"
"Xie Qingcen, remember I said that, to some extent, we are the same kind of people. Quarreling or doubting each other is too cheap for people like us."
Ruan Liuzheng raised her eyebrows slightly, and a faint light appeared in her cold eyes.
There was still no expression on her face, but unexpectedly, the sudden restlessness in Xie Qingcen's heart slowly subsided.
He laughed silently, with a deep smile in his dark eyes, and his thin lips opened and closed, but he never uttered a word.
After a long while, he slowed down his breathing and nodded happily, "Yes, we are the same kind of people. But I have to admit that I am not as rational as you when it comes to emotions."
"I am willing to bow down to you."
Ruan Liuzheng's eyes trembled, and she quietly felt the strength of Xie Qingcen's palm. She raised her eyes, her light pink lips slightly raised, and said in a very unpleasant way, "But is this the time to say this? Shouldn't you explain something to me right away?"
Xie Qingcen’s eyes paused.
He pursed his lips, his delicate eyebrows showing a hint of coldness, "Fu Yanci and I are indeed related by blood, but this can be ignored."
His eyes were deep, and when he talked about Fu Yanci, his clear voice was tinged with a hint of coldness.
There was an undisguised coldness in his eyes.
When Ruan Liuzheng heard this, her tense body suddenly relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her beautiful eyebrows gradually relaxed.
She really didn't want to have anything to do with Fu Yanci anymore.
The miserable marriage with him taught her a painful lesson.
Although she was not afraid, if possible, who would be willing to face a disgusting person every day.
An idiot who is blind to reality and arrogant.
Ruan Liuzheng frowned, and a hint of coldness flashed across his cold eyes.
There was a hint of indifference on the fair and jade-like face.
She looked at Xie Qingcen and asked again uncertainly, "Are you sure you can ignore it?"
Xie Qingcen smiled, raised his hand, and gently tidied the hair around Ruan Liuzheng's ears, with a doting smile on his handsome face.
He opened his thin lips and said, "Don't worry, even if there is a relationship, he will bow to you."
"Your man's strength and seniority are there, he will never let you suffer any injustice."
Xie Qingcen raised his eyes slightly, and spoke in an arrogant and overbearing tone.
But the language is very vulgar.
The cold and indifferent expression on Ruan Liuzheng's face could no longer be maintained in an instant.
She couldn't help but laugh, and raised her head. Her black and white eyes were filled with Xie Qingcen, and the corners of her light pink lips couldn't stop rising.
"Xie Qingcen, how did you manage to say such a thing without changing your expression?"
"If others see this, your reputation will be ruined."
Her eyes were clear, with curved corners and a playful smile in them.
It is so moving to see it with your own eyes.
Xie Qingcen's eyes darkened, his jawline became clear and smooth, and the Adam's apple hidden underneath rolled slightly uncontrollably.
There was undisguised desire in his eyes.
But thinking of Wen Jiming in the lounge, he took a deep breath, frowned, and concealed his emotions calmly.
However, his eyes were still deep.
He opened his lips, his dark eyes fixed on Ruan Liuzheng, and said in a low voice, "My reputation was gone when I met Miss Ruan."
Xie Qingcen raised his eyes, leaned over and slowly approached Ruan Liuzheng, his breath was warm and his eyes were like a vast sea of stars.
There is endless darkness and a little starlight.
He deliberately leaned close to Ruan Liuzheng's ear and said, "So you have to be responsible for me, Miss Ruan Liuzheng."
The tail note at the end rises slightly, bringing a tantalizing itch and making your heart burn unconsciously.
Ruan Liuzheng subconsciously curled her fingers, and she avoided Xie Qingcen almost in embarrassment, her cold eyes showing a little panic.
Her breathing became slower and slower, but she seemed to still be able to hear the chaotic heartbeat in her chest.
She closed her eyes and suppressed the emotions that were about to burst out in her heart.
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong timing.
Ruan Liuzheng took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. Her eyes had regained their calmness. She looked at Xie Qingcen, "I understand."
The corners of her light pink lips curled up slightly, "But Xie Qingcen, Uncle Wen is still here, shouldn't you be more restrained?"
"Besides, don't forget that we came to the exhibition today for serious business. It seems that you haven't even been outside to see a painting yet."
Ruan Liuzheng's brows relaxed, her eyes gently looking at Xie Qingcen in front of her, her cold voice containing a hint of smile.
The aura was not as distant as before.
Xie Qingcen was slightly startled.
He curled his lips, and looked at Wen Jiming who was pretending to drink tea beside him with his dark eyes, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.
"Don't worry, I have already informed Uncle Wen in advance and asked him to choose a painting with a good meaning from his collection and give it to the teacher as a birthday gift."
"Uncle Wen has good taste!"
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After a while, Wen Jiming's assistant knocked on the office door and brought a painting wrapped in fine cellulose paper.
The painting is wrapped in three layers inside and outside, and it is obvious that it has been treated with care by the owner and is the owner's favorite.
The assistant placed the painting in front of the three people, nodded to Wen Jiming, and turned to leave.
The space was left to the three people again.
Ruan Liuzheng looked at the carefully preserved painting, a hint of curiosity flashing in his cold eyes.
But there is more worry.
As a member of the art world, Ruan Liuzheng is well aware of artists' obsession with good works.
Wen Jiming preserved the painting so carefully, but now he has to...
Ruan Liuzheng looked at Wen Jiming, with a hint of worry and pity in her eyes.
I feel mixed emotions.
She pursed her lips and said, "Uncle Wen, this painting is obviously something you treasure. If you really can't bear to part with it, Qing Cen and I can choose something else and give it to the teacher."
A gentleman does not take away what others like. Even if he has a close relationship with others, he should not ignore their feelings by taking advantage of their love and favor.
Taking away someone's beloved things is always a cruel thing to do.
Even if the item was given voluntarily by someone else.
But Ruan Liuzheng was somewhat reluctant, and since they all loved painting, she could empathize with him.
She carefully observed Wen Jiming's expression, and whenever Wen Jiming showed a hint of reluctance or sadness on his face, she would persuade Xie Qingcen.
Let's just leave it at that.
However, Ruan Liuzheng observed for a while but saw nothing.
Wen Jiming had elegant features and a gentle and dignified expression, without any other emotions.
He nodded slightly to Ruan Liuzheng, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
"I found this painting by chance at an auction abroad. I have kept it for a long time. That day, Qing Cen asked me to choose a painting for him as a birthday gift for Professor Wen, and the first thing I thought of was this painting."
Wen Jiming looked at the painting wrapped in layers of sulfuric acid paper in front of him with a smile on his face, and a hint of something else flashed in his gentle eyes.
But he quickly calmed down, as if the change had never happened.
Ruan Liuzheng pursed her lips, glanced at the work in front of her, and stopped talking.
Seeing this, Xie Qingcen, who was standing next to him, put a little more force on Ruan Liuzheng's arm, and easily attracted Ruan Liuzheng's attention.
His eyebrows slightly raised, his voice clear and melodious, "Uncle Wen and Professor Wen have a special relationship. Even if it is his favorite treasure, he will reluctantly give it up if it is given to Professor Wen."
"Besides, at first I just wanted Uncle Wen to help us keep an eye on it. This suggestion was made by Uncle Wen himself. So he definitely won't have any reluctance, just rest assured."
Ruan Liuzheng heard this, and the confusion in her eyes disappeared. She nodded, "Sorry, I got stuck in a dead end."
Wen Jiming smiled and said in a cheerful voice, "Okay, take the painting apart quickly. Take a look at this work. Are you satisfied with it? This is the work of a painter I admire most. It's a pity..."
At the end of his speech, Wen Jiming suddenly fell silent, with regret and sorrow in his eyes that were difficult to conceal.
He sighed slightly and looked at Xie Qingcen, "Open the package."
Xie Qingcen looked at Wen Jiming thoughtfully, then nodded. He stood up and walked forward, carefully unwrapping the sulfuric acid paper on the outside of the painting.
When the entire painting appeared before his eyes, Ruan Liuzheng was stunned for a moment.
Looking at the familiar brushstrokes and painting style, she unconsciously pursed the corners of her lips, raised her eyes to look at Xie Qingcen beside her, and then looked at Wen Jiming who was admiring the painting.
There was a hint of indescribable helplessness in those cold eyes.
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