"Yanchen, you know my grandmother always thought we were together. She wants you to come over for dinner. I help you every time, shouldn’t you help me too? Just deal with her for a bit."
"I don’t have time, and you should be the one to explain it to her clearly."
On the other end, Lu Qianwen’s tone had a hint of pleading: "I know you just got back from a business trip. Just do me this favor. My grandmother is old, she might pass away any day. I don’t want her to have any regrets."
However, Shen Yanchen did not soften his heart. Instead, he was slightly displeased that she was tracking his movements. He replied, "Then you should also know that I’m not in Mai City right now, and I’m quite busy. That’s it." He decisively hung up the phone and long-pressed a button, making the phone screen go dark.
Right now, he didn’t want anyone to disturb him and her.
She was very focused on her painting, as if she was in a world of her own, completely undisturbed by the outside world. Her profile was turned to him, her eyebrows and eyes lowered to the painting. The picture was beautiful, and so was she.
Around four o’clock, the weather suddenly changed. The sunny sky was gradually covered by dark clouds, as if it was about to rain. People started descending the mountain one after another.
Only then did Shen Yanchen walk over to her, looked at the painting, and asked, "Is it finished?"
Gu Qimiao raised her head, "Oh! It’s already dark. What time is it? Just a little more detail left. I can finish it later. Let’s head down first."
Shen Yanchen started helping her pack her things, then carried everything himself, not letting her carry anything. He only handed her a bottle of water they had bought on the way up the mountain.
Gu Qimiao took it with a restrained "Thank you."
He didn’t respond and walked ahead slowly.
She took a sip of water and followed him. This moment was so wonderful, with the career she loved and the person she loved...
Just as they reached the foot of the mountain, the rain started to fall. Gu Qimiao hurriedly used her hands to shield her head and said, "Good thing I brought a waterproof art bag this time."
Shen Yanchen glanced at the "sugar" on her head, knowing she was already not in good health. He put down the painting board and took off his suit jacket, draping it over her head.
She was stunned for a second, then stood on tiptoe to place the jacket over his head as well. Then, she moved close to his side, pulled up the hem of the jacket over her head, blushing, and said, "Let’s do it together."
Her hand tentatively placed on his lower back, seeing that he didn’t react, she tightly grabbed his shirt.
The two of them walked down the mountain, huddled together, as the rain suddenly intensified, loudly splashing around them.
The rain gradually soaked through their clothes. Gu Qimiao tried to avoid the rain, but suddenly, a whole jacket was draped over her, cutting off the cold rain.
Seeing him exposed to the rain, Gu Qimiao didn’t care anymore and immediately grabbed his big hand, running towards a nearby eaves.
Her own clothes were also soaked, from the outer layer to the innermost layer, cold and uncomfortable against her skin.
The painting board was in his hand, with only a few drops of water sliding off the edges.
But he was in worse shape, with water dripping from his hair, a large part of his white shirt soaking wet and clinging to his back, faintly revealing his skin and the firm lines of his back.
This is tempting! Gu Qimiao hurriedly averted her gaze.
His gaze was indifferent, but his thoughts were all on the small hand holding his, soft and warm, tightly grasping his hand.