Chapter 2531 - 335

Chapter 2531: Chapter 335

Chu Junming didn’t expect Wen Qinghuan to offer to paint for him.

He had heard from Yi Ze before that she promised to make a portrait for him, but later Wen Ziyang stopped it.

Because of this, Yi Ze had always kept it in mind.

Chu Junming’s thoughts turned slightly, a faint smile hung on his handsome face, and he jokingly said, "Yi Ze said you promised to paint his portrait, but then your brother got really angry. Are you sure you won’t make him angry?"

Wen Qinghuan shook her head immediately without thinking, "Don’t worry, my brother won’t be angry. He didn’t let me paint for Feng Yize because he thinks Feng Yize is unreliable. You’re different..."

Bai Qingling, standing beside them, blinked.

Her gaze shifted from Qinghuan’s blushing face to look at Chu Junming.

She happened to meet Chu Junming’s eyes, and he gave her a look that, if she understood correctly, was asking for her help.

Bai Qingling felt a bit troubled.

She had known Qinghuan for so many years, and besides a few people in their close-knit circle, Qinghuan seldom painted for others.

Especially to casually help someone she’s unfamiliar with.

She had agreed to Feng Yize’s request because he had approached her.

But Chu Junming had just helped her, and she almost got him injured. More importantly, does Chu Junming not wanting Qinghuan to paint for him mean he has no interest in her?

Or is he afraid his friend Feng Yize would be upset?

"Qinghuan, maybe another day. You still have a cold, and if your overprotective brother finds out, he might blame Chu Junming."

"Yes, wait until you’re better. Yi Ze and I will be staying in G City for a few days."

Chu Junming couldn’t stop mentioning Feng Yize.

If Wen Qinghuan hadn’t understood earlier, now his refusal and bringing up Feng Yize made it clear.

She lowered her eyes, hiding the fleeting emotion, and said with an unchanged smile, "Alright then."

Chu Junming and Bai Qingling didn’t stay for dinner at the Wen household.

Wen Qinghuan saw them off, watching their car drive away before turning back inside.

In the passenger seat, Bai Qingling slightly turned her body, watching Chu Junming drive. His good-looking brows were slightly furrowed, and his jaw was tight, as if something was troubling him.

Wisely, she turned her head to look out the window, appreciating the scenery without speaking to him.

——

Because of his busy schedule, Ye Zhan only had a quick meal at noon.

He had been busy until five in the afternoon when Momo called him.

Ye Zhan pressed the answer button, his warm and deep voice flowing from his lips, "Momo."

"Are you still busy?"

Momo’s caring words lifted Ye Zhan’s gloomy mood better than anything else.

"Yes, almost done."

"Can you come back for dinner?"

Ye Zhan was taken aback.

A warmth filled his heart, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, "Momo, are you going to cook for me?"

"Yes, I’m planning to start preparing. If you’re not coming back, I won’t make too much; it would be wasteful if no one eats."

Last night, Chu Junming and Feng Yize stayed in the hotel, knowing that Momo was at his place, they wouldn’t stay there insensitively.

Ye Zhan imagined Momo bustling in his kitchen, cooking soup for him, and his heart softened completely.

"I’ll come back, of course I’ll come back."

A light laugh came from Momo’s side, "Then you take care of business, I’ll start cooking."

Ye Zhan thought Momo was cooking just for him.

But when he got home and heard voices and laughter in the living room, he felt a bit frustrated.

Where did those two uninvited lightbulbs come from?

Especially when he saw Feng Yize’s bright smile directed at his Momo, he almost wanted to grab him by the collar and throw him out.

"Big Brother, you’re finally back. I was about to starve. Sister-in-law’s cooking is incredibly delicious."

"It’s not that exaggerated."

Momo rolled her eyes at Feng Yize with a smile, then greeted Ye Zhan with a cheerful smile despite his stern face.

Her slender waist was held by the man’s big hand. Unlike Ye Zhan’s thick-skinned personality, Momo blushed a little in front of his two sworn brothers.

"Why are you two here again?"

Ye Zhan’s words made Chu Junming and Feng Yize twitch at the corners of their mouths.

"Big Brother, are you so unwelcoming?" Feng Yize made a clicking sound and said, "What a pity, it was Sister-in-law who invited us for dinner."

"You shouldn’t speak like that."

Momo also scolded Ye Zhan, "I invited Junming and Yi Ze for dinner. I originally wanted to invite them to our place..."

"Momo, I was wrong."

Ye Zhan immediately admitted his mistake, earning a playful smile from Momo.

Seeing this, Feng Yize smugly said, "Big Brother, are you still going to kick us out?"

"Go serve the food."

Ye Zhan’s glance swept over them, and Feng Yize and Chu Junming both got up to head to the kitchen.

"Momo, thank you for your hard work. Come with me to wash my hands."

Ye Zhan reverted to being a gentle and considerate good man.

Momo moved his hand away with a smile and said, "How old are you that you still need me to help you wash your hands?"

"Hmm, then thank you, Momo."

Ye Zhan shamelessly accepted.

He pulled Momo into the bathroom, closed the door behind them, and drew her into his embrace.

"Stop it, Junming and Yi Ze are still outside."

"Once I’m done being busy, let’s go on a vacation."

After hugging for two minutes, Ye Zhan gently guided Momo out of his arms.

His long fingers caressed her fair and delicate face, his eyes smiling with warmth.

Momo met his gaze, her heart racing faster under the depth of his affection, a hint of bittersweetness amidst the tenderness filling her heart.

She nodded lightly, "Okay, when you have time."

"I’ll make time. You better not be unable to ask for leave."

Momo chuckled, "No way, if they don’t approve my leave, I’ll just quit. After all, you promised to support me."

"Mm, I’ll support you."

Ye Zhan took Momo’s hand and said, "Now, help me wash my hands so we can eat."

"..."

Momo stood speechless, looking at the man childishly leading her to the sink, standing there firmly waiting for her to help him wash his hands, staring at the ceiling.

Can I pretend I don’t know him?