CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 295: A VERY GOOD REASON

Lin Bufan thought, "It seems Shen Xingwei really hurt her deeply, so much so that she doesn’t like what she used to love anymore, probably for fear of being reminded of the pain."

"After all, it was always Shen Xingwei who accompanied her to sketch and paint, accompanied her to watch art exhibitions, and it was Young Master Shen Xingwei who went with her to concerts and theater shows. Maybe because it was always Young Master Shen Xingwei by her side, Miss Qingqing now doesn’t dare to touch those things that hold shared memories with him."

This reason is quite sufficient.

But Shen Jue felt inexplicably displeased upon hearing this.

Shen Jue thought, if Rong Qingqing wants to go, he can accompany her in the future.

Memories can always be replaced sooner or later.

The two were still discussing Rong Qingqing’s changes since returning to the country in the study, when her voice was heard from the corridor.

She must have gone to Shen Jue’s room, didn’t see him there, so she came looking room by room.

"I’m in the study." Shen Jue responded to Rong Qingqing, then asked Lin Bufan to put things back in place, before heading out in his wheelchair to look for her.

"I thought you disappeared." Rong Qingqing went upstairs for a quick shower, and after washing up, she came out looking for Shen Jue.

She thought maybe he didn’t rest yesterday, so he was sleeping early today. She planned to take the chance to nap on the sofa while Shen Jue slept, but when she pushed the door open, no one was inside.

"Lin Bufan, go home early to rest." Shen Jue said to Lin Bufan, who was still in the study, before heading to his room.

Rong Qingqing walked beside him, and as she moved, the fragrance from her body drifted to Shen Jue’s nose.

Seeing her hair was still a bit damp, he guessed it was the scent of shampoo.

A faint fruit aroma, sweet.

"Rong Qingqing, do you know Young President Rong from Jixing?" Shen Jue suddenly asked.

"No, I don’t." Rong Qingqing answered without hesitation. In fact, they had no interaction, so indeed she didn’t know; it was something easily verifiable.

How could a distinguished lady and an ordinary fairy possibly know each other?

But Shen Jue was certain Rong Qingqing was lying.

Yet, he didn’t understand why she would lie.

Knowing someone like Young President Rong from Jixing really isn’t a big deal; why would Rong Qingqing lie about such a trivial matter?

Shen Jue didn’t expose Rong Qingqing’s lie; instead, he asked her, "Would you like to have the room next to my study turned into your studio? Since you’ve returned this time, I haven’t seen you painting."

Rong Qingqing was surprised, "Oh, I didn’t bring my tools back this time."

Rong Qingqing shrugged, trying to explain, "I hadn’t planned to return to the country so soon, but the old man suddenly called me without explaining, booked me a ticket for the next day to come back, leaving me no time to pack my luggage."

"I’ll ask your personal assistant to buy them for you tomorrow." Shen Jue said, "Send your preferred brand and model to Xiao Guan, and she will help you purchase them."

Shen Jue made the decision, "I’ll have the room next to my study turned into a studio for you, so you can paint whenever you feel like it."

Rong Qingqing held an expression of mixed feelings.

No, she really didn’t want to paint.

She lacked any sense of artistry.

Since childhood, her drawings were ugly.

Everything she painted, it never looked like what it was supposed to.

Paint an apple and it would resemble a persimmon, paint a persimmon and it looked like a strawberry, paint a strawberry and it resembled a deformed flower.

"There’s an art exhibition in Qing City these days, and in a few days, a troupe from Italy will perform a musical at the Grand Theater. I’ll reserve two tickets and accompany you there," Shen Jue said.