Chapter 2194: You Are My Only Color 29

Zhuang Yuan welcomed the dampness of the plum rain season.

The continuous rainy season added extra moisture to Zhuang Yuan as well.

Jin Chen stood in the studio, his brush hovering in midair, long unmoving.

His gaze passed over the canvas and fell on the blue jacaranda outside the window, drenched by rain, its petals swaying in the wind as if bent by the rain.

The plan discussed with the psychiatrist went far more smoothly than he had imagined.

Because Wen Jin had already implemented the step of materializing his bodily shackles.

As Wen Jin began restricting his freedom, he could no longer leave Zhuang Yuan even a step.

Wen Jin's desire for control grew stronger during this period; every move had to stay within his field of vision.

The studio door was locked, the windows reinforced, and even the phone signal was blocked.

Even every painting had to be personally inspected, as if the pigments and lines hid some secret he could not control.

Then he should begin the next step.

Jin Chen pondered, his gaze drifting out the window and unintentionally lowering again.

He looked extremely, extremely, extremely despondent.

Outside the window there was a surveillance camera, linked to Wen Jin's computer in the distant group office.

That gaze fixed on the monitor felt somewhat sorrowful; he gently stroked the screen.

"Young Master Jin, it's time for lunch." The butler's voice sounded outside the door, interrupting Jin Chen's thoughts.

He set down his brush, turned toward the door, only to find it still locked.

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, raised his hand and knocked on the door panel: "Open the door."

Outside the door fell silent for a moment, then the butler's voice sounded again.

"Sir ordered that you may only dine in the studio today."

Jin Chen: "..."

Jin Chen gave a light cough, his fingertips lightly tapping the door panel; when he lifted his eyes, a flash of impatience crossed his gaze.

He turned back to the easel, picked up his brush, and fiercely slashed a dark stroke across the canvas.

The paint flowed across the canvas like mud washed by rain.

When lunch was brought in, Jin Chen sat by the window, holding a cup of cold coffee.

The food on the plate was exquisite and abundant, yet he had no appetite.

He looked up at the servant delivering the meal and asked lightly, "Where is Wen Jin?"

The servant lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Sir is still handling affairs at the group and can't return; he instructed you to continue painting after you finish your meal."

Jin Chen snorted coldly, slammed the coffee cup onto the table, turned his angle to face the camera sideways.

"If he doesn't come back, I can't leave this studio?"

Very angry!

The breathing on the other side of the screen lightened a bit, seeming at a loss.

The servant dared not respond and hurriedly retreated.

Jin Chen rose, walked to the easel, picked up his brush, yet hesitated long before lowering it.

His gaze once again turned to the window; the blue jacaranda in the rain curtain still swayed, as if mocking his predicament.

【Eh, okay, Main God has cut off the surveillance; today's scenes end here~】

Ling Gun Gun also solemnly shouted "ka."

Jin Chen snapped the window shut with a bang.

Anyway, this weather with the window open is still quite chilly.

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In the evening, Jin Chen first received the old butler's internal call; Wen Jin had returned home and headed straight to the studio.

Jin Chen hid the canvas, swapped it for the one he had painted during the day, propped his cheek with one hand and gazed out at the overcast rainy sky.

Wen Jin finally appeared at the studio door.

A hint of fatigue lay in his eyes; he pushed the door open, his gaze fell on Jin Chen, and instantly his eyes lit up.

"Xiao Chen, how is the painting?"

Jin Chen did not turn back.

"As you wished, every stroke is under your control."

Wen Jin walked to his back, his gaze falling on the canvas.

In the painting, the blue jacaranda swayed in the rain, petals falling like scattered feathers blown by the wind.

Wen Jin's fingertip lightly brushed the canvas, and he whispered, "The painting is not bad."

Jin Chen finally turned to look at him.

"Wen Jin, what exactly do you want?"

Wen Jin's gaze remained fixed on the canvas, as if he hadn't heard his question.

His fingertip rubbed the paint on the canvas, lowly saying, "I just want you to stay by my side."

Jin Chen's brows knit tighter as he carefully observed Wen Jin's state, then tentatively continued to rebut.

"I am already by your side, yet you keep restricting my freedom."

Wen Jin finally lifted his head, his gaze landing on Jin Chen's face.

A complex emotion flickered in the depths of his eyes, like a long-suppressed possessive desire and unease.

"I'm afraid you'll leave me."

Jin Chen never expected Wen Jin to express his inner fear so bluntly.

He stepped forward, grabbed Wen Jin's wrist, and continued to guide, saying, "I won't leave you, but you can't restrict me like this."

Wen Jin's fingertips trembled; he reversed his grip to hold Jin Chen's hand, his eyes shining astonishingly, his possessiveness about to overflow.

He felt helpless, with a slight, almost imperceptible grievance, saying, "But you've been wanting to go out lately; I don't understand… Xiao Chen, you're not as obedient as before."

"Why can't you just stay home obediently?"

Jin Chen's brows relaxed, and he let out a soft sigh.

"I just want to go back to school to get some things, or take a look."

"Wen Jin, I'm not your prisoner."

A struggle flashed in Wen Jin's eyes; his fingertips lightly brushed Jin Chen's cheek, then moved to his neck, caressing it, like a heart‑ripping vengeful spirit.

He wrapped himself around Jin Chen from behind, his damp breath sweeping over the ear, his pupils seeing only the color on Jin Chen's body.

Such infatuation.

"No, Xiao Chen, don't go."

"... Wen Jin."

"Once you leave, you'll never come back."

As Jin Chen turned, Wen Jin pressed his forehead against his violently rising and falling chest, kissing over the tooth marks bitten last night in fine detail.

"Isn't this fine, Xiao Chen… I love you, don't be disobedient, okay?"

【Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 76!】

Jin Chen took a deep breath.

Cannot be persuaded.

No wonder even psychologists can't handle it.

Then… let's talk about it tomorrow.

Breath mixed with pine scent spread through every corner of the studio.

The marks Wen Jin scratched into Jin Chen's back all carried a damp, bloody hue.

The surveillance cameras had been shut off early, leaving only the room full of chaotic sketches recording this out‑of‑control entanglement.