Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

Si Qiyan was overjoyed and couldn't wait to rush to An Cinian and tell her that, as it turned out, his Qingqing had lost her memory and gotten married.

How cruel! Si Qiyan was instantly caught between heaven and hell. He had no right to step forward, and he was unwilling to retreat.

Thinking of this, Si Qiyan walked to An Cinian's side.

A complete painting came into view; it was truly beautiful, flawless in both its lines and colors.

Because Qingqing has loved drawing since he was a child, he has collected many paintings over the years. After seeing so many paintings, he still couldn't help but exclaim, "They are really well painted."

Oil painting has strong covering power. It uses three properties and chromaticity to express the color relationship of the painted object. It has a variety of techniques, some of which are delicate and have no brushstrokes, while others are rough and colorful.

Its ability to thickly apply paint and its strong plasticity are unmatched by other painting genres. This characteristic gives oil paintings a rhythm and power that resonates with people's thoughts and emotions.

Sculpting is not merely about completing the form; it directly impacts the textural effect of the painting. It also infuses the entire painting with spirit and into the viewer's heart.

only......

"Qingqing, the ring on your hand is so sparkly, it hurts my eyes." Qi Yan couldn't stand the ring on An Cinian's hand the most, because it constantly reminded him that An Cinian was someone else's wife, someone else's forever.

And he knew he would never be able to have An Cinian in his lifetime.

What did you do wrong?

He wouldn't allow it. He also loved An Cinian, loved Si Qing, and loved the little girl who held his hand and said she would protect him.

He became stubborn about this matter.

An Cinian didn't want to pay attention. She was focused on her painting. Right now, she couldn't do anything to Si Qiyan, nor did she want to argue with him. The only thing she could do was paint.

She hadn't painted in oil for a long time, and was surprisingly a bit rusty.

but it does not matter.

The figure with Xie Yu'an's back is staring intently at the painting he has created.

She could always see Xie Yu'an's back. As a child, she had always been behind him, watching him grow up little by little. The little child had transformed into a strong and independent adult in the blink of an eye.

Tilting his head, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Their story is endless, just like her love for Xie Yu'an, intense yet suppressed, told little by little, afraid that her sudden affection would frighten Xie Yu'an.

She was afraid Xie Yu'an would think she was crazy.

Countless nights, she roared and screamed.

"Si Qiyan, do you know what it feels like to love someone? No matter what happens, whether it's birth, aging, sickness, or death, no matter how many times we start over, or how time and space change, everything can change. But I also know that the only thing that remains unchanged is Xie Yu'an. No matter what he becomes, I will love him, until death do us part, and I will give him my whole heart."

An Cinian was expressing her love for Xie Yu'an and how cruel she was to Si Qiyan.

"You love her that much?"

Si Qiyan's eyes welled up with tears.

"Yes, Si Qiyan, please let me leave."

She was no match for Si Qiyan and pleaded with him repeatedly, hoping he would let her leave.

Looking down at the girl pleading with him, he knew that reason told him that everything he had done was wrong, and he should let her go. There was no point in keeping a woman who didn't love him. However, his crazy love made him irritable and jealous.

Therefore, I am willing to disregard the fact that I have made a mistake and continue down this path.

"Qingqing, be good, don't say those things anymore."

He reached out to touch An Cinian, but An Cinian dodged away.

I won't even let him touch me!

Si Qiyan suddenly grabbed An Cinian's hand, making her stand up. He then pulled the girl into his arms, holding her tightly and refusing to let go, thinking that this would allow him to feel An Cinian's presence and warmth.

"I know An Cinian loves Xie Yu'an, but Si Qiyan loves you too, Qingqing. Si Qiyan can't live without you either. It's okay, we can take it slow. Can you give me a chance?"

Neuropathy!

"Si Qiyan, I don't love you, and you have absolutely no chance!"

"No, I will, Qingqing, I'll wait for you. You'll see how good I am one day!"

The two were pulling at each other, and Ah Sheng watched them from the doorway. They both looked like lunatics. He sighed helplessly and left.

"Let me go, let me go!"

An Cinian was completely uncooperative, pounding on Si Qiyan's back while struggling.

"Boss, Si Muyun and Si Muyi are here."

Suddenly, Ah Sheng ran upstairs, ignoring what the two people were doing. He looked nervous and spoke very quickly.

Si Qiyan pulled An Cinian along, thinking of Xie Yu'an. This man really knew how to find help; he had called both of them over.

Then, looking at An Cinian, he grabbed her and dragged her into the bedroom, took out handcuffs from the closet, and cuffed her directly.

"Qingqing, you should get some rest. I'll be back soon."

He even kissed An Cinian on the forehead.

An Cinian felt defiled and disgusted, so she turned her head away and refused to look at him.

Ah Sheng followed closely behind Si Qiyan as they walked down the stairs together.

Just as they reached the entrance of the building, Si Muyun strode quickly toward them. His expression was anxious as he asked Si Qiyan, "Qiyan, have you received any news about Qingqing lately?"

He seemed to be in such a hurry that I thought he was coming to interrogate me, but the first thing he said was just a question.

A hint of helplessness appeared on Si Qiyan's face. He shook his head, his tone tinged with frustration: "We haven't found anything yet, not even a single clue."

Upon hearing Si Qiyan's words, a subtle change flashed across Si Muyun's previously calm face. Si Muyun sighed softly, her voice revealing a hint of anxiety and confusion: "Hey, how can a living person just vanish without a trace? We've already used all the manpower and resources of the Si family to search, but we still can't find them."

She was extremely distressed and simply came to him seeking help.

Xie Yu'an didn't tell them, or were these people conspiring to deceive him and put on a show?

Si Qiyan dared not gamble, but he also did not believe that everyone in this world would betray others for their own benefit; he would not trust anyone.

“Brother Ayan, I know you’re upset. Don’t worry, no matter how long we search, we will never give up on my sister.”

Si Muyi gazed firmly at Si Qiyan, her words filled with determination, attempting to alleviate Si Qiyan's anxiety and unease.

Si Qiyan nodded in agreement with these words, indicating that he would continue to search for An Cinian's whereabouts.

"Alright, we won't linger here any longer, we'll be leaving now."

It seemed Si Qiyan wouldn't tell them the truth, so he could only sigh and pat Si Qiyan on the shoulder.

As Si Muyun turned to leave, Si Muyi suddenly stopped and stood there motionless, silent.

"What happened, Xiaoyi?"

Si Muyun was somewhat confused, not understanding why the child would act so suddenly.

“Brother Ayan, I can stay. I can take care of you.”

Upon hearing this, Si Qiyan inwardly cried out in alarm, but he couldn't show any unusual emotions, suppressing his unease: "Xiao Yi, you're talking nonsense again. If you stay here, your aunt will be angry."

Si Muyi then took Si Qiyan's hand, persisting, "Brother Ayan, do you still hate me?"

Her little face looked very sad and aggrieved; if Si Qiyan refused, she could burst into tears at any moment.

"I do not have."