Chapter 52 The Underlying Colors
◎ I glimpsed the underlying vulnerability beneath her feigned strength. ◎
Chen Jingshu's kiss today was somewhat urgent, just as he said, he had been holding back for a long time.
No wonder Lin Yujing always felt that the man looked at her with a dreamy gaze whenever they met; now that she thought about it, it was clearly desire.
Lin Yujing hummed softly; the sexual encounter had happened so suddenly that her mind was still entangled in all sorts of chaotic thoughts.
For example, I spent the whole night trying to figure out who destroyed my painting and left those words behind.
For example, she is about to go to Hoh Xil, and she is usually in a low mood at this time of year.
Other things to note include the progress of the World Expo application, the renovation progress of the JING Art Museum, and the National Art Exhibition, among others.
Chen Jingshu seemed to sense her distraction, so he touched her leg, rolled over and pounced on her, saying, "Jingjing, concentrate."
"Mmm..." Her tongue belatedly felt numb from sucking, and her whole body was wet.
But the instigator still wasn't satisfied. He held one of her hands, interlocked their fingers, and pressed it against the headboard, which also pressed it against the deepest part of her heart.
When the wind and rain stopped, Lin Yujing nestled softly against his chest.
He could still feel the crashing of waves; he hadn't yet withdrawn from her body.
"Ah Shu..." Lin Yujing was still breathing heavily, her eyelids drooping with sleep. "This is bad for your health."
People with heart disease should avoid staying up late, and even more so, strenuous exercise.
Chen Jingshu was an unrefined man, even in bed, possessing a wild and untamed nature.
His arm was casually draped over her waist, and he was measuring her waist with his thumb and forefinger. It was so thin that it was no wonder it was so small.
Hearing her words, his hand gently massaged her waist, something Chen Jingshu always did after they finished, a unique tenderness after the act.
"I do have that ability." Having just ended their tender moment, Chen Jingshu's voice was low and husky, possessing a unique kind of sexiness.
Lin Yujing chuckled softly and slowly moved her hand to his heart.
There was a very obvious surgical scar there, as well as her teeth marks.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
Chen Jingshu paused his hand that was caressing her waist, then replied, "It will hurt for a while, and then it will stop hurting when you come back."
"Mr. Chen, is it seven years?" This was the first time Lin Yujing had brought up the seven years of separation due to the misunderstanding.
Perhaps it was too late, and her mind was a little unclear; or perhaps it was a passionate sexual encounter, where they had the deepest physical contact and would talk about things that touched their hearts during their moments of emptiness.
"Actually, those seven years were a blur for me... like a day lasting ten thousand years, or like the blink of an eye." Day after day, it felt like he was reliving the day they parted over and over again.
Only after their reunion did the gears of his fate finally begin to turn again.
The summers of my teenage years have finally given way to the cycle of autumn.
A hot tear rolled down Lin Yujing's cheek. "A-Shu, I'm sorry."
Chen Jingshu sighed softly, "It's all in the past. Let's just live our lives well from now on and not get dragged back into the vortex of the past. That would be good enough."
Lin Yujing's nose stung even more, and then she heard Chen Jingshu say in a low voice, "I promised you before that I would allow you to hold my destiny in your hands."
Lin Yujing cupped his cheeks and pressed her forehead against his.
She didn't say anything, only wanting to deeply remember every moment of such a time.
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The next day, as dawn broke, Lin Yujing quietly got out of bed.
He woke up immediately as soon as Chen Jingshu removed his hand from her chest.
"Up so early?"
The two of them stayed up quite late last night. Lin Yujing's legs felt a little weak when she got out of bed, but she was worried about the manuscript and couldn't sleep well all night.
"Okay, you should sleep a little longer." Lin Yujing tucked Chen Jingshu in, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then got back to work.
Working tirelessly day and night, limiting her sleep to around four hours, Lin Yujing finally completed the oil painting repairs and finishing touches on the fourth day.
That day, as soon as Chen Jingshu came home from work, she excitedly jumped into his arms.
Lin Yujing rarely displays liveliness; she always carries a sense of vicissitude and a story of vicissitude.
Today, I hung the painting on Chen Jingshu's waist and explained the concept behind it to him. My words were full of youthful vivacity.
Chen Jingshu placed his hand on her hip, and after listening to her finish speaking, he first kissed her, saying, "I knew Jingjing was talented, but I didn't expect her to be so amazing."
Although he had never seen the original painting, he could still vaguely make out the whole picture by ignoring the deliberately damaged "bloodstains".
However, the revised draft has an added sense of elegance and joy compared to the previous one.
Whether you're a layman or an expert, you can immediately think of her award-winning work at the international art exhibition.
"No wonder he is currently the most sought-after young painter specializing in healing themes in China."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yujing, who had been happily swinging her legs, silently lowered them, her smile faded, and she even broke free from Chen Jingshu's embrace.
"What's wrong?" Chen Jingshu looked at her suddenly changed expression, not immediately understanding the reason for Lin Yujing's rapid change in mood.
"Ah Shu, I've never asked you this before. Besides what I know, what else have you done for me?" She had always been remarkably indifferent to the award, as if she didn't care about fame at all.
But in reality, Lin Yujing has always had doubts.
Perhaps they are arrogant, but they also have a more insecure side.
She herself isn't cheerful enough, so how can she bring healing vitality to others?
In their art circles, talent is often more mythologized than hard work.
Take, for example, the unchanging lame joke from the art academy every year: you'll encounter geniuses who are admitted exceptionally in their teens, and you'll also encounter freshmen who have been taking exams for many years and are nearly thirty years old.
She used to only think about how to make a living, and the sudden honor she received made her feel like she was living in vain.
Her inferiority complex and insecurity make her, being a pessimist, very afraid of falling into a beautiful fantasy.
After all, most people can accept success from zero to one hundred, no matter how difficult that stage may be.
But few people can accept the failure of falling from 100 back to zero, regardless of whether it was their own fault.
As for Chen Jingshu, he always considers so many things for her, almost to the point of being meticulous.
But the man who should have been the first to guide her in matters of the heart, her own father, only wanted to profit from her.
This emotional deprivation in her childhood destined Lin Yujing to fall into a state of self-doubt.
When faced with the praise of the crowd, one might repeatedly wonder if it's the work of some powerful figure who secretly manipulates the situation from behind the scenes, adding fuel to the fire.
Chen Jingshu didn't immediately connect the dots and replied, "I forgot."
He did indeed do too much, some of which were even subconscious actions.
He's incredibly attentive to detail in everyday life; he'll instruct the chef to add extra sugar to the food, as she prefers sweet flavors. She doesn't like Americano coffee, only lattes without sugar.
Even this bedroom, which now includes a study and art studio, was gradually furnished by him visiting the art museums of masters whenever he went on a business trip to a city.
Lin Yujing pursed her lips, still pretending to be chatting casually, and asked, "So...did you...spend money on me for the last international art exhibition competition?"
Chen Jingshu narrowed his eyes, finally seeing through her hesitant thoughts, and then deliberately teased her, saying, "It cost money."
Lin Yu felt a chill in her heart; her past pride, which she had relied on luck, seemed to shatter in an instant.
But soon Chen Jingshu continued, "Registration fees, postage and courier fees, and fees for arranging cross-border cooperation for personnel—the two-day competition cost several thousand yuan."
Perhaps because she was too tired from revising her manuscript recently, Lin Yujing didn't react at all and asked with a slightly naive look, "Foreign generals can be bought for a few thousand dollars?"
Chen Jingshu was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and poked her forehead. "Lin Yujing, why do you always have such crooked ideas in your head? You'd rather believe it's my money that's what won everyone over than your own abilities."
Lin Yujing bit her lip tightly, feeling the tension within herself. "I'm not questioning myself, but you, Young Master Chen, are just too omnipotent."
She is all-knowing, and can see through her feigned strength to reveal her underlying vulnerability.
Chen Jingshu sighed and stood behind her, seemingly resigned.
He bent down and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the crook of her neck, and said, "Jingjing, believe in yourself, and understand me. I will never fake your talent."
"And you should also know that I'm not omnipotent. For example, convincing you to wait for me to marry you now..."
Lin Yujing froze, silently pulling away from his embrace.
After a long pause, she whispered, "I'll pack up the paintings first; I need to send them to the client tomorrow."
Chen Jingshu: "..."
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That night.
Lin Yujing finished washing up and sat on the bed, looking at the mission for the Hoh Xil trip posted by Qi Woxue in the Hundred Schools Alliance group.
Qi Woxue: [This expedition to Hoh Xil will depart this Friday (May 26th) and arrive at the Hoh Xil Nature Reserve in Qinghai that evening, where we will be met by staff from the local forestry police. After two days of systematic training, we will officially begin this year's half-month volunteer service.]
Qi Woxue: [Each group should confirm the preparation of all items tomorrow and meet at JING Capital before 10:00 AM on Friday. Please remember to bring your personal identification documents.]
Everyone replied "Received".
Qi Woxue then singled out several independently formed groups.
Just as Chen Jingshu finished showering and sat down next to Lin Yujing in his bathrobe, Qi Woxue sent out a message: "[Jingjing is in charge of filming the promotional materials. Please check the camera batteries, memory cards, and other equipment. Report any necessary purchases promptly.]"
Lin Yujing: [Received!]
"Are we going to Hoh Xil already?" Chen Jingshu asked.
Lin Yujing put down her phone. "Okay, I'll be away for more than half a month, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of the art museum's construction!"
The contract has been signed, and the renovation of the art museum will be completed by the end of June.
Basically, the initial form of the story will begin to take shape once Lin Yujing returns from Hoh Xil.
Chen Jingshu hugged her waist and pulled her into his arms. "With Chu Yan here, you can rest assured."
Lin Yujing raised her hand and wrapped her arms around Chen Jingshu's neck. "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Chu Yan. I'll treat you to dinner when I get back."
As he spoke, Chen Jingshu tried to pin her down again, "Please treat me to a meal, let's have one just for now."
Feeling a pang of reluctance at the impending brief separation, Lin Yujing hooked her fingertips on the sash of his bathrobe, a hint of desire rising in her eyes, "Then please... Mr. Chen, don't be so polite."
A note from the author:
There will be a second update this afternoon, making up for yesterday's update.
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