Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

"Explain what?" Mu Yanxin hooked her arms around the man's neck, pretending not to understand what he meant.

Leng Tingye glanced at the woman.

This woman is getting more and more adept at playing dumb. Even though she's clearly in the wrong, she still acts all aggrieved, as if someone has wronged her.

Zhong Yu scratched his head, then imitated her feigning ignorance, and said with a dry laugh, "Yeah, what's there to explain?"

The moment the words left her mouth, she was met with a cold gaze, which startled her so much that she turned her head away to avoid eye contact.

"Summer is over, where did these mosquitoes come from? They're so annoying!" He waved his hands as if swatting a mosquito.

After a flurry of activity, he sat back down and noticed that Leng Tingye was still watching him. He thought to himself, "I'm doomed, I've messed with the boss!"

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Zhong Yu gave an embarrassed laugh and said, "Mosquitoes are quite annoying, aren't they?"

Leng Tingye asked patiently, "Finished?"

"It's over!"

Zhong Yu inwardly groaned; it wasn't that the mosquitoes were all gone, it was that he was finished.

"When you're done, tell me how you all got together?" Leng Tingye's words were devoid of any emotion, yet chilling to the bone.

Zhong Yu was so cold that he shivered.

His gaze darted back and forth between the man opposite him and the woman in his arms, finally settling on the woman's face.

"Should you say it... or should he say it?" The few seconds of pause in between seemed like a brief moment of consideration given to them by the two of them.

Seeing that he couldn't fool them anymore, Zhong Yu volunteered, "Let me do it. Don't scare people like that, what if you frighten them?"

Zhong Yu took responsibility this time.

"Okay!"

Zhong Yu held up three fingers and swore, "First of all, let me make it clear that my feelings for Miss Mu are purely artistic; I have absolutely no ulterior motives whatsoever!"

"Oh? Really?" Leng Tingye asked in confusion.

"If I'm lying, may I...may I be struck by lightning!" Zhong Yu swore.

Leng Tingye gestured for him to continue.

Mu Yanxin broke out in a cold sweat, unsure if Zhong Yu understood her pleading look. If it was that ten million, then her lie from that day would be exposed.

“Miss Mu’s appearance is unique, a rare work of art. I am a painter, and I want to capture any beauty with my brush…”

Leng Tingye pulled his arm around the person and drew them into his embrace. "Is that so?"

Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, Zhong Yu secretly turned around, covered his mouth, and said, "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! I was forced to do that by those evil devils, it doesn't count, it doesn't count!"

Mu Yanxin was lost in thought, wondering how she should answer when the arm wrapped around her waist suddenly tightened, almost hitting the man's face.

"Huh? What?"

Lost in thought, she vaguely heard something like that.

He forced a positive smile and said, "Yes, yes!"

In fact, she had no idea what their conversation was about.

"Alright!" Leng Tingye clapped with a smile, "Both parties are willing!"

He shoved the woman in his arms hard, his tone suddenly turning cold, "Get off!"

The force was immense; if Mu Yanxin hadn't held on tightly, she would have been pushed three miles away.

"I won't go down!" Realizing Leng Tingye was angry and knowing the consequences of his anger, Mu Yanxin gritted her teeth and moved closer.

Seeing that the woman was advancing instead of retreating, Leng Tingye's eyes darkened. "Fine, you won't come down, huh!"

"You asked for this!"

I sensed something terrible was about to happen, but it was too late.

"Then let's draw it!"

Zhong Yu was already sweating profusely. He was a little stunned when he heard Leng Ting's words. He had been worried that all the famous paintings in his room would be destroyed if the man in front of him got upset.

He was still wondering when this guy had become so easy to talk to, but what happened next made him realize that he was still too naive.

Leng Tingye picked up the blue silk and wrapped it around the woman's upper body.

Mu Yanxin struggled.

"Didn't you refuse to go down?"

After a series of actions, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Let's begin!"

Zhong Yu was shocked. The model's bag looked like a rice dumpling or a silkworm cocoon. How could he possibly draw it? Rely on his imagination?

Leng Tingye sneered, "It would be best if the drawing had a similarity of over 90%!"

This was even more difficult than the blind men and the elephant. Zhong Yu wanted to back out at the last minute, "but then I suddenly remembered that there was another kind of paint I was missing."

She stood up. "I'll go buy it."

Leng Tingye glanced around the wall. "I think the pictures of beauties on this wall are quite nice. I wonder if they're durable enough to withstand being dropped?"

Zhong Yu immediately backed down, chuckled awkwardly, and sat down, "I suddenly remembered, we probably won't need that paint anymore!"

Zhong Yu thought to himself, "A woman's face is like a knife above her head," and that was absolutely true.

Unable to escape it, I had no choice but to pick up my pen and rely entirely on the image of Mu Yanxin in my mind.

He was forced to endure Leng Tingye's cold stares, and he kept wiping his sweat.

Hidden from view, Mu Yanxin, unwilling to be controlled, twisted her body, trying to break free from her situation. The man kindly reminded her, "Don't move. If you move, his pen will become unsteady. If the pen is unsteady, he won't draw well. If he doesn't draw well, he'll be in trouble!"

It was clearly his hands that were moving around restlessly, yet he turned around and accused Pigsy of blaming others.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered angrily, "Bad seed!"

The sound was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

Leng Tingye chuckled with smug satisfaction, giving her a hard pinch on the butt as punishment, and whispered in Mu Yanxin's ear, "Good for you! The more you scold me, the more excited I get!"

Beneath the blue silk, a vibrant scene unfolds.

Afraid of upsetting him, Mu Yanxin dared not move or curse anymore, and breathlessly begged in a low voice, "No, please not here."

Leng Tingye did not stop what she was doing because of her pleas. At this moment, she only wanted Zhong Yu to finish his drawing and end this awkward situation as soon as possible.

On the other side, Zhong Yu was sweating profusely while drawing.

With the final stroke, the painting of the beautiful woman was finally completed. Fortunately, Zhong Yu's painting skills were indeed superb; even without seeing the subject's face, the painting was incredibly lifelike.

Leng Tingye, unusually true to his word, didn't make things difficult for Zhong Yu and picked up the woman to leave.

Watching Leng Tingye's departing figure, Zhong Yu's tense nerves relaxed, and he wiped the sweat from his face.

It was worth it; at least the tension wasn't for nothing, and I even left behind a painting.

The man returned and took the painting with him.

"Hey, you're taking this too?" Zhong Yu complained. He had spent ten million to hire the model, but not only could he not see her face, he didn't even get the final draft.

Wouldn't that be like losing both your wife and your army?

After examining the bone structure, Leng Tingye casually tossed the painting into the trash can.

He opened the car door, peeled her off, and shoved her into the car.

Mu Yanxin pulled off the cloth covering her head and saw the light again. Her little face was flushed from being cooped up for so long.

Leng Tingye turned his head to look at the woman who was both delicate and shy, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

She was a little angry, turned her head to look out the window, and didn't talk to him.

If Zhong Yu were not paying attention, their actions would definitely be seen.

A cold wind blew in through the car window, scattering the blush on her face, and the scenery along the street became increasingly familiar.

This is not the way to the villa.

Mu Yanxin looked at the man in alarm, "Master Ye!"

"Ok?"

"Where is this going?" He hoped, clinging to a sliver of hope, that he was just passing through.

“Let’s go somewhere you’re familiar with.” Leng Tingye smiled. “Didn’t you ask to go somewhere else?”