Chapter 2189: You Are My Only Color 24

The hallway wall lamps stretched their shadows very long.

Wen Jin used the handkerchief Jin Chen handed over to wipe the bloodstains from his fingertips, then caressed Jin Chen's cheek, asking, "Am I scary?"

Jin Chen wiped the bloodstain from Wen Jin's collar, wrapped his arms around his waist, and teased with a smile, "Yeah, you scared me, the kind that needs to be coaxed nicely at night."

Wen Jin burst out laughing and gave Jin Chen's earlobe a twist.

"You always like to mess with me."

As they went out hand in hand, they ran into various relatives who had come to flatter them.

Wen Jin dealt with them for a while, openly showing his intimacy with Jin Chen, which also served as a warning to them.

Not long after, a scream tore through the evening's tranquility.

The servants screamed as they rushed out of the master bedroom, "Master… Master is gone!"

The relatives' gazes filled the room with shock, then stabbed toward Wen Jin like knives.

He turned his head toward the approaching figure, only to see Wen Zhong standing dazed in the doorway.

"Strange, what's going on, Elder Brother?"

Wen Zhong's pupils dilated, his throat convulsed, and he mechanically repeated, "It… it's a sudden heart attack…"

The scene fell somewhat silent; if Wen Jin weren't here, that statement would be more believable.

Wen Jin took off his glasses to wipe them, revealing the madness brimming in his eyes.

"If you uncles and aunts don't believe me…"

He pointed to the unopened heart medication on the carved table and said, "Why not ask the family doctor who stopped Old Man's medicine last month?"

Wen Zhong nearly choked with fear: "Heart attack! It's a heart attack… Dad is old, he fell out of bed and smashed the vase!"

The relatives: "……"

Still no credibility!

But what can we do?

Now the head of the household, the one in power, is Wen Jin.

Burying their heads, closing their eyes, covering their ears, they just went along with it.

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The Wen family's upheaval was known to almost everyone in the Cloud City circle.

In just a few months, Wen Jin devoured the foundation Wen Zhong had painstakingly built over nearly ten years, even driving the Wen Zhong family into a dead end, forcing them to flee abroad in disgrace.

His swift and decisive methods added a bold stroke to the rumors about him in Cloud City.

And Jin Chen, after this turmoil, is Wen Jin's openly acknowledged lover, and the outstanding young artist Wen Jin presents to the outside world.

After the vacation ended and he returned to school, Jin Chen officially entered his senior year, which was about to begin the internship period.

In the dormitory, Yun Liupin sipped the coffee Jin Chen brought, clicking his tongue in admiration: "Top-notch stuff really is different, Brother Chen—after you marry into a wealthy family, you'll surely cling to riches and glory!"

Zhao Peizheng held up his phone and laughed hysterically: "Brother Chen!"

"Two million hush money, or I'll post the video of you wiping the table with disinfectant every day on the forum!"

"The title will be: 'Professor Wen's Lover Is a Super Cleanliness Freak!' Shen Qiu poked his head out from bed, still holding half a bag of chips."

Jin Chen wiped the painting tools on the table with an alcohol wipe without looking up: "Then I'll first toss you all into disinfectant water to soak for three days."

The three fell silent at once, and Zhao Pei silently slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Jin Chen packed his bag and was about to head out; just as he reached the bottom of the dormitory building, he bumped into the wan-faced Wu You.

The other clutched a crumpled sketch in hand, his eyes filled with reluctance and regret.

Wu You stared at the Patek Philippe on Jin Chen's wrist, his gaze as if burned.

Earlier he had said he would help Jin Chen break free from Wen Jin.

On the contrary, Gu Xi now has nothing; even though he used to be capable, no one dares to hire him.

If being with Gu Xi used to be a sweet romance, now being penniless is utter chaos.

Wu You's voice trembled a little: "Are you feeling pleased with yourself now?"

Jin Chen: "……"

Wu You's face turned pale, his voice suddenly rising: "You have everything, why do you still have to compete with me for the gold medal in the painting contest?"

Jin Chen looked at him, tone calm: "Haven't you gone to see a doctor yet?"

Wu You froze: "What?"

"Your mental state." Jin Chen pointed to his own temple, "I suggest you go to the hospital and get an appointment."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Wu You standing where he was, his face a mix of blue and white.

The elderly dean of the Art Institute found Jin Chen.

Jin Chen stood by the table, holding the hot tea the dean had handed him; the tea fragrance filled the air, with a faint hint of jasmine.

On the table lay a substitute-teaching invitation.

"Jin Chen," the dean said, taking off his reading glasses and rubbing his temples.

"Does Wen Jin have time lately to substitute teach? The students in the department all miss him."

"He has to handle seven merger-and-acquisition hearing sessions this week." Jin Chen folded the substitute-teaching invitation the dean gave him into a paper airplane, pointing its tip toward the trash can.

So, "No time."

Dean: "……"

This little rascal.

The dean sighed, his gaze falling on an unfinished oil painting on the wall—a work from Wen Jin's youth, whose brushstrokes revealed astonishing talent and wild abandon.

"Please tell him to help the old man paint a picture." The dean's tone carried a touch of nostalgia, "After all, I too count as his teacher."

Jin Chen nodded: "I'll pass it along."

Dean Silence a moment, gaze moved from the painting to Jin Chen, his eyes showing complex emotion: "Wen Jin this child, has talent, alas..." He wanted to speak but stopped, finally just shook his head, "Alas."

Jin Chen raised his eyes, tone firm: "Dean, Wen Jin is doing well now. His artwork remains stunning, just no longer easily shown."

Um, indeed cannot be easily shown, a bit too terrifying.

【Subject agrees!】 Ling Gun Gun, who had been scared before, shouted.

Dean smiled, patted Jin Chen's shoulder: "As long as you understand him, that's good. If you can be together, it shows you understand each other more."

Jin Chen slightly nodded, turned and left the office.

When the door closed, he heard Dean murmur softly: "That unfinished painting, I don't know if he will continue to paint it..."

Sunlight sprinkled on Jin Chen's shoulder in the hallway; he thought for a moment, took out his phone, and sent a message to Wen Jin.

"Dean wants to ask you to paint a picture; he said you are his pride."

After a moment, Wen Jin replied: "……"

What a strange sentence.

Sure enough, Jin Chen's next sentence: "Who then is your pride?"

"You." Wen Jin took it in stride.

Jin Chen was very satisfied, gestured a heart over, "I'm heading home now; we'll talk in detail when we meet."