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Chapter 205 Staying Overnight for Noodles
The setting sun slowly sank into the horizon like molten gold. Ye Wanqing carefully packed up her palette and paintbrush. Every touch of color carried the gentle gift of the sunny weather in the past few days. The pigments quickly solidified in the dry air, leaving behind the mark of her mood.
She couldn't help but look up at the sky dyed brilliantly by the sunset glow, with an inexplicable emotion surging in her heart. Then she picked up the slightly empty paint bucket, slowly walked to the sink beside her, and carefully washed each tool.
The drawing board stood alone in the place, and Ye Wanqing was not in a hurry to put it away. She knew that this short night would not bring the intrusion of rain, so she decided to let the artistic atmosphere breathe freely for a while until the quiet time after dinner.
The evening breeze in Beijing in May, with the gentleness and coolness of early summer, gently brushed through the tips of her hair, bringing a touch of comfort.
Ye Wanqing was busy in the small kitchen downstairs. A pot of winter melon soup was emitting an enticing aroma. It was the warm dinner she prepared for tonight, simple but full of love.
Ever since she returned from her trip with Zhao Jinyu and her group, she had not had a good appetite. However, a rare sight appeared on the dinner table tonight: two plates of exquisite side dishes were swept away, not even a grain of rice was left. Only half a bowl of winter melon soup lay there quietly, witnessing her long-lost good appetite.
After dinner, Ye Wanqing gently placed the dishes into the dishwasher, turned and walked into the night, with a trace of concern for the paintings in her heart.
As soon as I stepped into the yard, a familiar figure came into view - Lin Xuan's car, the black Bentley was parked quietly in the moonlight, low-key and noble, just like his usual style.
Ye Wanqing's heart trembled slightly, and her eyes fell involuntarily on the car. After a moment of stunned silence, she walked towards the door, the door opened slightly, and she took a step forward.
At the same time, Lin Xuan also walked out of the car, wearing a well-tailored dark suit and a tie hanging loosely around his neck. It was obvious that he had taken time out from his busy work.
There were complex emotions in his eyes, including concern for Ye Wanqing's recent situation and relief from his sudden decision.
"Wanqing." Lin Xuan's voice broke the silence of the night, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
Ye Wanqing stopped and turned her back to him, feeling mixed emotions.
She longed for independence, but inadvertently looked to him for help. This contradiction made her confused, and also made her feel surprised and complicated about Lin Xuan's appearance.
"Yeah." She responded softly.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan smiled faintly, showing his understanding and tolerance for her: "Can I wait for you inside?"
Ye Wanqing turned around and finally met his gaze. Those deep eyes seemed to contain endless stories, making her unable to refuse: "Okay, you go up first, I'll pack up the easel and come back."
Lin Xuan nodded, his eyes sweeping across the easel in front of the glass greenhouse. The watercolor painting was like a fresh breeze, blowing into his heart.
The sky in the painting is as blue as a crystal, and the glass greenhouse sparkles in the sun. Every stroke reveals Ye Wanqing's love and yearning for life.
He slowly walked towards the easel, admiring it carefully, feeling an inexplicable emotion well up in his heart. Ye Wanqing, standing by, gently touched the wet paint with her fingers, feeling the warmth of art.
"Do you need my help?" Lin Xuan's voice sounded again, with unquestionable firmness.
Ye Wanqing looked up, met his gaze, and smiled slightly, with a hint of relief hidden in that smile: "Okay, then I'll trouble you."
Lin Xuan took the easel. His tall body seemed to be able to bear all the weight. In just a few steps, he had steadily carried the easel into the studio.
Ye Wanqing followed behind him, her eyes fixed on his back, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. It was the long-lost sense of security, and the support she had never dared to hope for.
Just as Ye Wanqing handed a cup of warm water to her lips, Lin Xuan's figure quietly appeared at the corner of the stairs, with an unignorable presence.
She tilted her head slightly, the water glass still hanging in the air, and handed it to him with casual elegance: "Mr. Lin, have you had dinner?"
Lin Xuan nodded slightly, and his eyes, as deep as the night, stayed on her face for a moment, as if he could see into people's hearts.
"Not yet." His voice was low and magnetic, and he took the cup of water with some composure.
Ye Wanqing's eyes fell on the half-full winter melon soup on the table, and a tender feeling surged in her heart.
"How about trying the winter melon soup I made this afternoon? There's still quite a bit left, it should taste pretty good." There was a subtle hint of anticipation in her words.
Lin Xuan nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile flashing across his eyes. "Okay, I'm a little hungry."
Ye Wanqing stood up, walked to the kitchen, carefully brought out the winter melon soup and placed it in front of him. It was steaming hot and fragrant.
She then asked, "Would you like some fried noodles? It's quick and easy, and you always said it was delicious when you came over the other day."
Lin Xuan's lips curled up into a faint smile, as if he missed the familiar taste quite a bit. "Okay, thank you for your help."
Ye Wanqing turned and went into the kitchen, thinking to herself that although Lin Xuan's taste was picky, as the former Mrs. Lin, she already knew his preferences very well.
Soon, a plate of golden fried noodles was brought to the table, and next to it was a plate of cut fruit, colorful and beautiful. Ye Wanqing sat across from Lin Xuan, pulled out a tissue, and carefully wiped the water droplets from her hands, her movements graceful and natural.
"Any updates from the police?" Lin Xuan asked as he ate, a subtle hint of concern in his tone. His legal team was ready to act quickly upon receiving any news from the police.
Ye Wanqing shook her head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes. "Not yet, but it should be soon."
Lin Xuan was silent for a moment and did not continue asking questions. He lowered his head and focused on the fried noodles in front of him, eating every bite very seriously.
The only sounds between the two of them, apart from the occasional clinking of cutlery, were the occasional whispers of the night wind outside the window. This rare tranquility made Ye Wanqing feel particularly happy.
However, this tranquility did not last long. Suddenly, a shrill horn sounded from downstairs, breaking the silence of the night.
"Di Di-"
Ye Wanqing swallowed the grapes in her mouth, frowning slightly, and was about to stand up to check. Lin Xuan had also finished eating. He pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth gracefully, his eyes locked on Ye Wanqing.
"I'll go take a look."
Ye Wanqing had just taken a step when Lin Xuan gently pulled her back from behind. She turned around, met his deep eyes, thought for a moment, and nodded.
"Okay, be careful."
She knew in her heart that Su Zimo's injuries had not yet healed and it was impossible for him to show up at this time.
Even if he showed up, he wouldn't be so ostentatious. Although Ye Wanqing had many friends, only a handful of them would actually come to her in the middle of the night.
Lin Xuan’s worries are not unreasonable.
She let Lin Xuan go downstairs first, and she followed closely behind him, keeping a proper distance, one in front and one behind.
The iron gate slowly opened, and Lin Xuan's figure came into view. His eyes fell on the woman who got out of the car. At that moment, his cold face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the chill was overwhelming.