Returning to No. 9 Yard, Xiao Feng noticed that Du Qingyue's car was not parked in the spot outside the gate.
For so unknown reason, Du Qingyue did not arrange for Lin Jiaxuan to stay in the empty room downstairs but instead put her upstairs.
Xiao Feng had a sudden thought and asked, "Are you getting used to living here?"
Mu Shihan thought for a mont and replied, "It's okay."
Although she had a great hostility towards Du Qingyue, Mu Shihan had to admit that there was nothing wrong with how the latter had hosted her unless one was bent on finding fault.
"Co on, let's go take a look at your room." Xiao Feng said eagerly.
Mu Shihan didn't think much of it and directly led Xiao Feng to the second floor; this was the first ti Xiao Feng had gone upstairs since coming to the villa.
It was apparent that Mu Shihan's room was decorated with care; the bed sheets and quilt were all new, with cartoon patterns on them, and the wall had murals, making it a typical girl's room.
"You sit here for a bit; I'm going to the bathroom." Xiao Feng said as he greeted her and walked out, but instead of going to the bathroom, he went to Du Qingyue's door.
Standing outside the door, Xiao Feng couldn't help but feel a bit excited. They say the layout of a room can reflect a person's character. He thought Du Qingyue's room would be very simple, without many decorations.
However, unexpectedly, when he opened the door, the scene before him completely overturned his previous imagination.
A single bed was covered with pink sheets, the quilt was also pink, and a panda with a bow was leaning against the nightstand. The walls were adorned with a few famous paintings frad elegantly.
Xiao Feng recognized a few paintings; Van Gogh's "Starry Night" and "Wheatfield with Crows." The rest he didn't recognize too well, after all, he's not specialized in this field.
In the corner stood a desk, with only a lamp, a computer, a pen holder, and a thick diary on it.
Xiao Feng approached the desk and picked up the diary, realizing there was a lock on it. However, to crack a three-digit code wouldn't be much trouble for him.
He was tempted to take a look but hesitated for a long ti and still didn't open it.
Everyone has their privacy, and such personal things are better left unseen.
Of course, if not the diary, there are other things to see, such as the wardrobe...
Thinking of this, Xiao Feng beca even more excited, but once again, reality disappointed him; there were no imagined stockings or bras.
In Du Qingyue's wardrobe, other than one formal suit, the rest were casual everyday outfits, with a style leaning towards casual comfort.
This brought him a wave of disappointnt; if he hadn't been sure this was Du Qingyue's room, he'd have thought he entered the wrong room.
At this mont, an oil painting caught Xiao Feng's attention from the corner of his eye.
The painting depicted a knight clad in armor riding a steed, with a woman clutching him tightly from behind.
A head-on scene showed a mass of soldiers in armor seemingly launching an attack on the knight.
The knight's expression was obscured by his helt, revealing only a pair of resolute eyes, filled with combat readiness—no number of enemies could instill fear.
The woman's cheek pressed against the knight's back, her face unseen, leaving endless room for imagination and adding a touch of mystery to the entire painting.
"Ahem!" Two dry coughs interrupted Xiao Feng's train of thought. He looked toward the source only to find Du Qingyue standing outside the door.
Xiao Feng was imdiately embarrassed; he hadn't expected to be caught in the act by the rightful owner. How was he going to explain himself?
Claim he was there for sightseeing?
But sightseeing in soone's bedroom doesn't quite fit the bill.
"Um..." Xiao Feng scratched his nose sheepishly, having prepared himself to face Du Qingyue's anger.
Unexpectedly, Du Qingyue didn't get angry. Instead, she walked straight in, glanced at the room's arrangent, her gaze halting on the diary for a second.
In fact, Du Qingyue knew Xiao Feng hadn't read her diary because if the lock had been opened, or if the lock was broken, a notification would be sent to her phone.
And she hadn't received any notices of it being opened or destroyed, showing clearly that Xiao Feng hadn't looked through it.
"Do you like this painting?" Du Qingyue asked, turning to him.
Xiao Feng nodded: "It's nice. Which artist created it?"
Right now, Xiao Feng's best bet was to steer the conversation away from his trespassing into her room; it's not like he feared anything, but he was at fault here and couldn't assert himself.
Du Qingyue smiled softly: "I painted it."
Xiao Feng said in surprise, "You have such a hobby?"
"I painted this when I first joined Lanyue Group." Du Qingyue looked at Xiao Feng: "Want to hear the thoughts I had back then?"
Xiao Feng eagerly nodded, wanting Du Qingyue to change the topic: "Let's hear it."
Du Qingyue's gaze shifted to the oil painting on the wall, gradually becoming distant: "That period was my toughest ti, having no support, needing to handle everything on my own. At that ti, I imagined how great it would be to have soone help ."
Her tone was calm, but Xiao Feng sensed a deep helplessness. Being isolated by others isn't sothing most people can handle lightly, let alone Du Qingyue, who, despite her strength, was still just a young woman.
Suddenly, Xiao Feng had a sense that beneath Du Qingyue's cold facade lay a not-so-strong heart, further reinforced by observing the room's style.
Du Qingyue continued, "The person I imagined was strong, like the knight in the painting, unfazed by thousands of soldiers, protecting the princess behind him, shielding her from storms!"
Xiao Feng looked at the woman in the painting, thinking silently, How can you tell she's a princess here?
But obviously, now was not the ti for such remarks; he could only patiently wait for Du Qingyue to continue. But after a long wait, Du Qingyue showed no intention of continuing.
To avoid the conversation dying down, Xiao Feng reluctantly said, "The concept is quite good, and the painting is well done. It's very high-level!"
"What else?" Du Qingyue looked at Xiao Feng, calmly questioning.
Xiao Feng was baffled but felt like he had to answer, so he continued to praise, "This painting is really excellent. If I had to rate it, it would definitely be a perfect score."
"I'm not asking you to judge the painting." Du Qingyue said with a hint of annoyance, "There's a saying, the art lies beyond the painting. What does this painting make you think of?"
Xiao Feng was genuinely confused; clearly, he was complinting Du Qingyue, so why did it seem like she was getting mad?
After contemplating for a while, Xiao Feng took a deep breath and decided to use his trump card...
In the next mont, Xiao Feng abruptly stepped forward and said earnestly, "If you're the princess in the painting, then I'm willing to be the one..."
Du Qingyue's face flushed as she thought, At last, he isn't critiquing my painting.
Right then, a cute little head popped around the doorfra: "Brother Xiao Feng, you're lying to again!"
Instantly, Xiao Feng's words were cut off, while Du Qingyue turned her blushing face away, trying to calm her emotions.
Xiao Feng turned around to find Mu Shihan outside the door, hands on hips, looking as if she was about to nd his ways sternly saying, "Brother Xiao Feng, you've changed!"
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