CHAPTER 903: CHAPTER 902: DAMN POSSESSIVENESS

Ye Xian hurriedly dressed, pretending to be calm as she pushed open the door and walked down the stairs. She saw Bo Tingshen standing in front of the exhibition wall on the west side of the hall, carefully examining the artwork.

"Auntie’s creations should be influenced by Bergson’s intuitionism and Freud’s theory of the unconscious, a surrealist school of painting, right?"

Xia Hewan looked at him in surprise, "How did you know that?"

"The surrealist school of painting draws from dreams, illusions, and other super-reality and super-rational sources as the basis for artistic creation. It believes that only this unconscious world beyond reality can peel away all constraints and reveal the true face of objective facts. It often relies on the subtle fusion of concrete expression forms and abstract visual scenes, forming a realm where the lines between reality and fantasy blur. This is vividly displayed in Auntie’s paintings."

"Yes, yes, indeed!"

Xia Hewan nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Bo Tingshen: "Especially this one—Amber Realm, it aligns perfectly with the praise in the First Surrealist Manifesto: ’Beautifully shock the viewer.’"

"Oh, where, where~" Upon hearing such high praise, Xia Hewan couldn’t stop smiling, "President Bo overpraises me."

What was the CEO talking about with mom, making her so happy?

Ye Xian’s steps curiously tilted toward the west side exhibition wall. She hadn’t taken two steps before a voice stopped her, "Xiao Yezi, come here!"

"..."

Ye Xian looked toward the hall’s sofa and saw Ye Shaowen sitting in the most prominent spot. Her eyebrows twitched; how did she not see him earlier?

"Oh." Reluctantly, she walked over, with a playful glint in her eyes, "Second brother, aren’t you angry that Bo Tingshen came to our house?"

"Why should I be angry?"

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, "If you’re not angry, does that mean..."

"He came today under the guise of thanking our elder brother, why should I be angry?"

Ye Xian’s voice abruptly stopped, and her smile faded, "...Really, huh?"

"What’s wrong?" Ye Shaowen looked at her coldly, "Why do you think he came?"

Ye Xian: "No, nothing, it’s definitely not because of me."

Ye Shaowen sneered, and Zhu Shanshan stifled a laugh as she looked at her. Wasn’t it a bit premature to be happy?

"Where is our elder brother?"

Aunt Tao: "The eldest young master went to the medical research institute early in the morning. It’s quite far from home, and he’s on his way back now."

Ye Xian: "Oh."

So, the CEO could linger at home a little longer, hehe~ Her peripheral vision involuntarily drifted toward the west side of the exhibition wall...

"Xiao Yezi, sit over here."

Ye Shaowen patted the spot beside him.

Ye Xian heard the voice and moved over to sit beside him.

"Move a little closer."

Ye Xian moved again.

As she quickly moved to his side, Ye Shaowen reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"?"

Ye Xian turned her head, puzzled as she looked at his hand, just about to ask what he meant, when she saw the man by the west wall turn around, staring intently at Ye Shaowen’s arm resting on her shoulder.

Seeing this, Ye Shaowen immediately hugged her tighter, his face breaking into a smug, challenging smile.

What are you looking at?! Xiao Yezi is my sister!

Ye Xian felt that gaze, and her body suddenly went stiff.

Although his face was expressionless and his eyes calm as water, it inexplicably gave off a chilling, eerie feeling that made one’s spine tingle. Only those who knew him well could tell that he was already angry, understanding the true implication behind that piercing gaze: you’re dead.

Like Pang Kai, like Ye Xian

"Hey!"

Ye Xian suddenly stood up, shaking off Ye Shaowen’s hand, startling Zhu Shanshan.

"So, Shanshan, didn’t you say you wanted to eat watermelon just now?"

"Huh?" Zhu Shanshan pointed at herself in confusion. Had she said something?

With Ye Xian’s secretive hints, Zhu Shanshan finally caught on, "Yes, yes, yes! I love eating watermelon in winter, though I’m not sure if there’s any."

Aunt Tao: "There is, there is! As luck would have it, I just picked a few watermelons from the greenhouse yesterday. I’ll cut them up for Miss Zhu right away."

"No need, Aunt Tao, you just bring the watermelon to the table, and I’ll cut it myself."

"Alright."

Aunt Tao brought the watermelon from the kitchen, and Ye Xian walked toward the bar, feeling Bo Tingshen’s cold gaze still fixed on her, which made her a bit apprehensive.

Seriously, is this man still angry?

Last night he wouldn’t let her sleep with Shanshan, and today he’s miffed because her brother touched her? This jealousy is a bit over the top, don’t you think?

Ye Xian picked up the knife and, unintentionally, lifted her head to find the man unhappily staring at her jacket, seemingly with other intentions.

She raised her eyebrows and, half-guessing, took off her jacket, "Uh... the air conditioning is really high, it’s a bit hot~"

Everyone: "???" Where’s the heat?

Sure enough, as soon as she took off the jacket, the man turned around.

Ye Xian: "..."

Zhu Shanshan initially didn’t understand why Ye Xian had suddenly cued her, but now, witnessing this scene, she understood.

It was really unexpected. She thought President Bo was mature and dignified, the kind to be gentlemanly towards his lover. But who would’ve thought he couldn’t even stand her biological brother touching her? This maddening yet charming possessiveness was simply too irresistibly romantic. He’s definitely the prototype for the twisted male lead in the next novel!

Ye Shaowen clenched his fist in frustration, slamming it on the coffee table, snapping Zhu Shanshan’s thoughts back.

Was Xiao Yezi really trying so hard to please that bastard?!

What exactly makes him worthy?

Ye Shaowen’s jealousy was completely unleashed upon hearing his mother’s laughter, so lively as she talked with him, making him even angrier.

Doesn’t mom know that his visit to brother today has intentions other than mere gratitude? He almost has his eyes pasted on Xiao Yezi; his wolfish ambition is glaringly obvious.

"Mom, you’re the famed painter; don’t be fooled by the flowery language of some layperson. Some people think they’ve done a bit of basic homework and pretend to understand, but in fact, they’re just showing off, thinking anyone can condescend to talk about art!"

As his words fell, the hall suddenly went silent.

Pang Kai wanted to defend himself but recalled the CEO’s words from before and held back.

Xia Hewan gave him a playful glare, "Shaowen, what are you talking about? That was very rude!"

Did second brother really want to pick a fight with such sarcastic remarks?

Ye Xian had just opened her mouth to ease the tension when she saw the man walk over to a painting and casually say, "Auntie’s Afternoon Forest is prepared to enter the 14th Europe Natural Oil Painting Exhibition at the end of the year, right?"

"Yes, how did you know that?"

Xia Hewan looked at him with delight.

If he could mention the school of her paintings earlier due to doing a bit of initial research on her, being able to accurately surmise that she would take this painting to a competition, and knowing the international exhibition had reached its 14th year—this was definitely not just a surface-level understanding!