Chapter 81: Let everyone who comes to our home see it at first glance.
Fu Jinzhi had heard of Wen Yao's painting skills before.
It's basically saying she's a hypocrite, lacking the talent of an artist but suffering from the "illness" of one, and so on.
The most hardworking, yet also the most mediocre.
Now, Fu Jinzhi really wanted to shake the messenger's brains clean:
You call this amazing painting skill mediocre?
After the initial surprise, Fu Jinzhi began to spoil him unconditionally.
At least Wen Yao's paintings are quite abstract and brilliant, aren't they? They're far from mediocre.
Fu Jinzhi carefully examined Wen Yao's masterpiece, a slight smile unconsciously playing on his lips, his voice tinged with pride:
"Yaoyao, this is the first painting you've ever made for me."
"I want to frame it and hang it in the living room."
"So that everyone who comes to our home can see it at first glance."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yao's arrogant demeanor subsided somewhat.
Good heavens, hanging this painting in the living room is tantamount to publicly executing her.
Despite Wen Yao's stubbornness, she was perfectly aware of the quality of her "masterpiece".
But she had just proudly boasted to Fu Jinzhi about the artistic value of her "abstract art".
Wouldn't disagreeing now diminish our own prestige?
"What's wrong, Yaoyao?" Fu Jinzhi's eyes curved into a smile, and the light shining obliquely on his face made his appearance even more stunning.
Wen Yao dug her toes into the ground, forcing herself to say, "How can that be?"
"I usually only produce mediocre works, so it's rare for me to have a masterpiece today, so I naturally want to keep it safe."
"If it's hung in the living room and accidentally bumped or knocked over, wouldn't that be a waste of all my hard work?"
“How about this,” Wen Yao interrupted Fu Jinzhi’s explanation as he opened his mouth as if to say something, “I’ll paint another one for you when I have time, one that can be hung in the living room.”
"I will keep this one safe."
Fu Jinzhi recalled the mediocre portrait he had just seen; at least the reproduction was very accurate, and he could recognize it as Fu Lizhi at a glance.
And there's no need to guess whether it's a human or a ghost.
More importantly, Wen Yao wanted to paint another portrait of him, so how could he possibly disagree?
"Okay," Fu Jinzhi smiled, her eyes crinkling, and readily agreed.
"But you should still let me keep this 'masterpiece' of yours."
“I have a very secure safe in my study, and no one can accidentally touch it.”
Having said that, Wen Yao had no choice but to reluctantly take down the abstract painting and hand it to Fu Jinzhi.
Fu Jinzhi held the abstract painting as if it were a precious treasure, and walked all the way to the study.
He pulled out the safe next to his desk, unlocked the fingerprint lock and the combination lock, and finally inserted the key.
After opening the safe, Fu Jinzhi took out all the important documents inside, put the painting back in, and locked the safe.
Just as I was thinking about what to do with the files on my desktop, Assistant Du called.
Du Cheng: "President Fu, you guessed right. The Gu family has once again won the contract with a proposal that is only slightly lower than our budget."
"There must be a mole inside."
A hint of coldness flashed across Fu Jinzhi's brow as he asked in a low voice, "Is the company clean?"
Du Cheng paused slightly, then replied meticulously, "Secretary Qin and I checked all the recent surveillance footage, and we also had the technical department track the internal accounts of company employees."
"It's highly unlikely that the information was leaked from headquarters."
Fu Jinzhi leaned back lazily in his office chair, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of coldness in his eyes:
"That means there's a mole in my family."
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Assistant Du. Your bonus this month will be doubled."
He glanced at the documents on the table. "Come to Moon Bay Villa later. I have some documents that I need to put back to the company."
Suppressing his inner joy, Du Cheng calmly replied, "Okay, Mr. Fu."
Gu Shaohong has been in high spirits lately due to a happy occasion.
Because of his previous poor decision-making, the old guys on the board almost kicked him out of the head office and sent him to a remote, godforsaken branch.
Fortunately, he had a second method...
He admired the moonlight outside the French windows, swirling the wine glass in his hand, humming a little tune in a good mood.
These two attempts were merely tests of feasibility; we cannot continue in this manner, otherwise it will certainly arouse Fu Jinzhi's suspicion.
We must wait until the crucial moment to deliver a heavy blow to Fu Jinzhi.
Thinking of this, he waved to his lover who was leaning against the bed, and they played together until late at night.
Of course, Gu Shaohong wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep at night.
At 1 a.m., Wen Yao's phone alarm rang on time. She jolted awake and forcibly pulled herself out of bed.
Then he quietly opened the door, tiptoed through the hallway, and entered the studio.
She came to paint, or more accurately, she brought 8848 to paint.
Today's events have put Wen Yao on high alert.
She managed to get away with it in the afternoon, but if Fu Jinzhi were to discover one day that she had a safe full of Fu Lizhi's portraits, there would be no explanation whatsoever.
After dinner, Wen Yao and 8848 discussed it and decided to rush out a large number of portraits late at night.
At the very least, paint one for each member of the Wen and Fu families.
As Wen Yao was drawing, she dozed off, when 8848 suddenly spoke up:
I'm certain I saw you 800 years ago.
Wen Yao became interested, her eyes filled with amusement:
"800 years ago? Does that mean there really is such a thing as past lives and reincarnation?"
What was I like 800 years ago?
8848's voice was eerie: "800 years ago, I sat on you and you died."
Wen Yao: "???"
8848: [If I didn't wrong you that much in my past life, then why do I have to clean up your mess in the middle of the night in this life?]
"Hehehe..." Wen Yao chuckled dryly.
So it was meant to be sarcastic. She actually thought there really was a past life.
8848 may be sharp-tongued, but he's incredibly quick with his hands. After all, he's been doing this for so long, he's become quite skilled.
By 5 o'clock, it had drawn portraits of Fu Jinzhi, Fu Yan, and Wen Yuan.
"I can't take it anymore, bye-bye, I should go back to my room." Wen Yao yawned.
"Otherwise, the maids on the early shift will have to get up and start working in a little while."
After simply leaving the three portraits to dry in the studio, Wen Yao swayed unsteadily as she walked out, like a wilted cabbage.
Unexpectedly, she bumped into Fu Jinzhi in the stairwell.
Wen Yao: "..."
Fu Jinzhi: "..."
Wen Yao's lips twitched. My goodness, why are they up so early?
She belatedly realized that Fu Jinzhi had insomnia, and that he had probably woken up in the middle of the night to get some fresh air.
Fu Jinzhi was even more surprised than Wen Yao. Who was Wen Yao? It was normal for her to sleep until 10 a.m. if nothing was wrong.
He glanced at his phone; it was 5:18 AM.
Fu Jinzhi: "Yaoyao, why did you get up so early today?"
His expression immediately darkened, and his eyes became stern. "Or are you still awake?"
He looks just like a strict father disciplining his disobedient daughter.
Wen Yao was embarrassed by her own association. She leaned against the wall, fidgeting with the seams of her pajama bottoms, her eyes wide open, looking utterly innocent.
"I go to bed at 5:20 and wake up promptly at 13:14. My main goal is romance; I'm so immersed in love that I won't leave. Loving you is my duty."
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