Chapter 162 Embracing Each Other Amidst Sirens and Heavy Rain
"I only love you now, I swear."
Without further ado, Wen Yao opened the safe directly, her expression righteous and awe-inspiring:
"These are all the portraits of Fu Lizhi that I have ever painted."
“I had carefully preserved them until today, but I will destroy them all immediately to show my determination to sever ties with the past.”
Once the paintings are displayed, she will have completed her final task. At that point, she will be free of any tasks and can do whatever she wants with the paintings.
Fu Jinzhi's eyes held a hint of resentment. He had once bumped into Wen Yao painting his older brother, but he was quickly distracted by Wen Yao's abstract paintings and didn't pursue the matter further.
Does this mean that even after marriage, Yaoyao still longs for her older brother?
Ah, and it's been carefully preserved.
I'm afraid it's more than that; they might even take it out to admire and dream about it from time to time...
Seeing that Fu Jinzhi remained silent, Wen Yao simply moved all the paintings out and took aside the other family portraits that were being used to cover them up.
"Hiss!" Wen Yao gasped.
The paintings below were covered with mold spots, a mixture of yellow and green, as if they were ancient paintings that had been buried underground for many years before being brought to light.
You should know that every time Wen Yao finished painting, she would put it directly into a dark safe before it was completely dry. It would be strange if it didn't get moldy, since the safe was sealed and not ventilated.
Wen Yao awkwardly pulled out four paintings. Apart from the one she had just painted that day, the other three were completely covered in mold and unrecognizable.
Fu Jinzhi almost lost his composure and couldn't maintain his cold expression.
Very well, he was overthinking it. He probably just threw the drawing into a safe after finishing it and never took it out again.
This is certainly well-preserved.
Wen Yao was also stunned. As a complete layman, she never imagined that oil paintings could get moldy.
Thinking about the meticulous preservation required by the mission, Wen Yao felt a chill run down her spine. "Uh, 8848, this doesn't mean I failed the mission, does it?"
8848 remained calm: "Careful preservation is inherently subjective; the degree varies from person to person."
[The host believed that putting it in a safe was the safest and most durable option, making it the best place for it. The world's consciousness has no right to judge your passive task.]
After all, the host simply lacks ability, not has a problem with attitude.
Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Fu Jinzhi somewhat awkwardly. She had just said that she had carefully preserved the paintings, but instead she pulled out a bunch of moldy ones.
She steeled herself and showed Fu Jinzhi the paintings one by one, stubbornly saying, "These are all."
"They are at your disposal."
Fu Jinzhi's lips twitched; it seemed there was no need for further punishment.
Given the state of disrepair of these paintings, they would be rejected even if donated to mountainous areas.
Why not use this to showcase your virtuous and gentle nature?
Fu Jinzhi's eyes melted like glaciers, and her voice was exceptionally clear: "This is, after all, a painting that you cherish."
"It's probably a very beautiful memory," Fu Jinzhi sighed, appearing extremely magnanimous.
Fu Jinzhi: "I am indeed a little jealous, but I don't want you to have any regrets."
"Heavens, how can there be such a forgiving and compassionate lover as Fu Jinzhi in this world?" Wen Yao exclaimed, deeply moved.
“They are not important to me at all. I am just constrained by something and have to paint them.”
Wen Yao turned the safe upside down so the door faced upwards and stuffed all the oil paintings inside.
She pulled out a lighter she had prepared in her pocket and lit the portrait without hesitation.
As the fire gradually ignited, Wen Yao hugged Fu Jinzhi tightly, saying, "Your emotions are much more important than these paintings. What's wrong with burning them?"
Fu Jinzhi embraced Wen Yao, a faint smile flashing in his eyes. "21 Ways to Keep Her" really worked.
Taking a step back to advance is a good strategy for handling romantic relationships.
He knew that Wen Yao couldn't possibly like Fu Lizhi. It wasn't like he hadn't liked people before. If he truly liked someone, how could he hide it in his eyes?
Wen Yao looked at Fu Lizhi with the same gaze she gave to the other members of the Fu family, even with a polite but distant manner due to their limited interaction.
The reason Fu Jinzhi remained silent for so long was that he was genuinely shocked at first, but later he simply wanted to use this as an excuse to make a fuss.
He wanted Wen Yao to care for him more and give him more attention.
In fact, Wen Yao was well aware of his little schemes; he only spoiled and indulged her because he liked her.
8848 sees this best: [How could a protagonist who's all about being a domineering dragon turn into such a scheming, manipulative woman?]
[Why pretend to be magnanimous? He's clearly the most petty person, always jealous and sulking!]
Wen Yao, like a tyrannical ruler blinded by lust, criticized 8848, "You are not allowed to say that about Jinzhi. He just lacks a sense of security."
8848: [...]
8848 pulled out a "Do Not Disturb" message: 【This administrator is dead. For minor matters, burn paper money. For major matters, summon my spirit; for major matters, dig up my grave. If you really miss me, come down and keep me company. If you see me online, it's simply a zombie resurrection.】
The whole world is part of their game, so let's just pretend it's dead.
As their feelings for each other deepened, the flames in the brazier grew stronger and stronger, eventually bursting into flames and billowing smoke.
Just as the two were embracing each other tenderly, the smoke alarm in the study was triggered.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The alarm blared sharply while triggering the sprinkler system, instantly turning the entire study into a "heavy rain."
The water gushed over them, quickly soaking Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi to the bone.
Lost in her emotions, Wen Yao murmured, "Embracing each other amidst the sirens and torrential rain?"
"Am I the heroine of a romance novel?"
It's so awesome that it can trigger the plot even indoors.
Fu Jinzhi was speechless; he felt that he had also lost his mind.
I completely forgot that I had specifically set up the highest level smoke alarm to protect the antiques and documents in my study.
This fire alarm is so sensitive that it can be triggered by even the slightest smoke, let alone the open flames and thick smoke from burning paintings.
The two main characters are in a daze, but the servants in the villa are all professionals.
Wang Ma, leading a group of servants, armed with various fire-fighting equipment, smashed open the study door.
In Wang Ma's imagination, there was no one smoking or open flame in the study, so the fire could only have been caused by a problem with the electrical circuit, which must have been quite serious.
However, after arriving at the study fully prepared and on high alert, all he found was a safe temporarily serving as a "fire pit".
The flame had long been extinguished by the floodwaters, and in the center of the study, which resembled a water curtain cave, stood her two employers, who were soaked to the bone.
After instructing the servants around her to prepare the study, Wang Ma pulled Fu Jinzhi and Wen Yao out, her face filled with disbelief:
"Sir, Madam, what are you burning in the study?"
"Isn't all this space outside the villa enough for you to burn?"
"Even if you prefer to burn things indoors, isn't there a fireplace in the living room? Why did you choose the study?"
Wang Ma sighed, her eyes full of reproach as she looked at Fu Jinzhi, "It was you who chose the fire protection system, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
Fu Jinzhi pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembling awkwardly. He had been so focused on his little scheme that he had genuinely forgotten.
Seeing the two standing there like pitiful little chicks, Wang Ma sighed helplessly:
"Alright, alright, you guys go take a shower and change into some clean clothes. Autumn is just around the corner, don't catch a cold."
Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi obediently returned to their bedroom, took showers and tidied themselves up, remaining silent throughout.
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