It was almost late at night when Mu Qian returned to Huo's house.
When she got out of the car, she unexpectedly found that Huo Jinxi's car was parked in the garage, indicating that he had gone home.
According to past habits, if Huo Jinxi was still in the painting studio when she got off work, he would definitely come to pick her up. But today, not only did he not come to pick her up, he didn't even send her a message. He quietly
Just go home?
This situation cannot be said to be strange.
Based on how much control he had over her whereabouts, Mu Qian had reason to believe that he knew where she went and whom she met today. So, in this current situation, was he deliberately showing off to her?
Thinking of this situation, Mu Qian couldn't help but feel a little funny and walked into the house.
Mr. Huo and Huo Qiran should have gone to bed, but the light in Huo Jinxi's study was still on.
Mu Qian stepped forward and opened the study door, "Hello?"
In the study, Huo Jinxi sat quietly behind the desk. He was originally looking at the computer, but turned to the door when he heard her voice.
Everything seemed normal, the only abnormal thing was that he was holding a cigarette in his hand.
An unlit cigarette.
Mu Qian's expression changed slightly, "Didn't you quit smoking?"
Huo Jinxi sat back in his chair, threw away the cigarette, and asked casually: "Where are you going?"
Mu Qian snorted slightly, "Don't you know where I went?"
Huo Jinxi didn't answer, but the way he looked at her was really uncomfortable.
Mu Qian was originally excited to share something with him, but when she saw his appearance, she couldn't help biting her lip, turned around and walked towards her bedroom.
Back in the bedroom, Mu Qian did nothing else, just sat on the bed, placed the jasmine picture in front of her, and looked at it carefully.
Not long after, the door to the room was opened, and Huo Jinxi pushed the door open and walked in.
Mu Qian raised her eyes to look at him, snorted again, and then sat in another direction with the painting.
Huo Jinxi had already seen the painting clearly.
"Your father's painting?" Huo Jinxi walked up and asked.
Mu Qian thought about it and smiled decisively, "Yes, Mr. Meng brought it back to me after seeing it abroad."
After saying that, she glanced at Huo Jinxi. Huo Jinxi looked at her, and his eyes turned gloomy again.
"Does it look good?" Mu Qian held up the painting and handed it to him.
After Huo Jinxi took a look at it, he said slowly: "You like it very much?"
"Of course I like it." Mu Qian said, "My father's paintings... Speaking of which, my father painted a lot of flowers, birds, fish and insects, but I never seem to have seen him paint jasmine. This painting should be from when my father was very young.
Painted, but unfortunately no date written on it."
Huo Jinxi didn't say anything, he just picked up the painting and put it by the window.
Mu Qian, however, still held up her chin and looked at the painting almost obsessively, "Maybe I should ask Mr. Meng who bought this painting from him and where he got it from.
I can now tell when Dad painted this painting."
"Is this painting so important?"
"Of course." Mu Qian said, "This is the only Jasmine painting my father has ever painted. It's unprecedented, unique, so precious, and of course it's important -"
Before she could finish her words, someone suddenly blocked her lips.
Huo Jinxi leaned forward, pressed her down on the bed, and sealed her tightly, not giving her a chance to make any more noise.
Mu Qian was kissed heavily by him. She wanted to laugh but couldn't. She couldn't say that he was stingy, so she could only reach out her hand to hook his neck and try her best to cooperate.
From last night to this morning, it was a pretty crazy night. Mu Qian thought that it would just be a random ruckus, but she didn't expect that two hours would pass after this ruckus.
Mu Qian was originally full of energy and excited, but after being teased by him several times, she finally exhausted all her energy again, went back to bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep soon after.
Huo Jinxi lay beside her, looking at her contented sleeping face, but could not fall asleep for a long time.
…
At five o'clock in the morning, three hours after Mu Qian fell asleep, she suddenly woke up without warning.
As soon as she woke up, Huo Jinxi, who had just fallen asleep, immediately opened his eyes and looked at the person in his arms.
Mu Qian opened her eyes, staring blankly and confusedly at the ceiling above her head.
"What's wrong?" Huo Jinxi asked in a low voice and reached out to touch her forehead.
Mu Qian sat up quickly, turned on the big light in the room, and looked at the painting placed on the window sill by Huo Jinxi, without moving for a long time.
Huo Jinxi felt the increasingly cold temperature of her body, rubbed her into his arms, and forced her to look at him, "What's wrong?"
After a long time, Mu Qian's eyes finally focused on his face.
"Huo Jinxi." When she spoke again, her voice was trembling slightly, "Tell me, why did my father paint all the flowers, birds, insects, and fish, but never painted jasmine again? Why is this jasmine painting unique? This jasmine painting
, who is he painting for?”
Huo Jinxi quickly understood the meaning of her words.
Since ancient times, poets and painters have always used flowers to describe beauty, and Mu Huaian is no exception. For example, the peonies in his paintings are all for Rong Qingzi.
Mu Huaian had painted many peonies of different shapes, but this jasmine painting, which even Mu Qian had never seen before, became unique.
If this painting of jasmine, like the peony he painted, was painted for a certain person, what would be the status of this person in his heart?
All along, in Mu Qian's heart, Mu Huaian was devotedly in love with Rong Qingzi, and this love would last until death, so Rong Qingzi's subsequent actions became a source of unhappiness in her heart...
But what if what she thought was true was not true?
If Rong Qingzi's attitude changed after her father passed away, is there some specific reason?
Mu Qian didn't dare to think about it. As long as she thought about it for a moment, her whole body would become cold.
That was the father who existed in her life like faith. She could not and did not dare to put any negative thoughts on him.
But she couldn't help but think about the painting in front of her.
"Impossible...impossible..." Mu Qian murmured, "It's impossible for dad to do this..."
Huo Jinxi pulled the quilt around her, held her tightly in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "There will be an answer soon."
…
Huo Jinxi's "very fast" is really very fast.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Rong Qingzi and her new boyfriend showed up at the restaurant of the Huo family's old house to have breakfast with Mr. Huo.
Rong Qingzi is as radiant as ever, beautiful beyond her years, and her new boyfriend is mature and steady, and is Jiang Taihe, a well-known single rich man in the city.
"Why did you suddenly remember to ask me to come over for breakfast today?" Rong Qingzi asked.
Mr. Huo looked at her, then at her new boyfriend, and said calmly: "You still have the nerve to say that? How long have you not come to see me? How many days do I have left? If I see you once, it will be one less time, and you can't bear to let me go."