Chapter 2195: You Are My Only Color 30

To coax Jin Chen, Wen Jin, to coax Jin Chen, gave him a larger, fully equipped, hard-to-dislike art studio.

Jin Chen stood in the center of the art studio, looking at this spacious, bright, fully equipped art studio before him.

Wen Jin stood behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder, and asked softly: "Do you like it?"

【Hold on, Host!】 Ling Gun Gun tapped, 【For the Main God's mental health, for our Blackening Value! We cannot be tempted!】

Jin Chen turned around, lightly kissed Wen Jin's lips, a smile in his eyes.

"I like it."

He wrapped his arms around Wen Jin's waist and gave a quick kiss, then suddenly said: "I want to go out for a while today, I'll be back soon, okay?"

Wen Jin's face changed instantly.

He grabbed Jin Chen and pressed him against the windowsill with such force it almost shattered the glass.

The descending kiss carried an almost mad possessiveness, a low murmur escaping between lips and teeth: "Are you lying to me?"

"I can give you anything—my love, all my possessions—just asking you not to meet outsiders. Is that really so hard?"

Jin Chen submitted to his biting kisses; the marks on his collarbone showed bluish-purple in the light, and he lowered his eyes.

"I'll be back in four hours, I'm not lying to you, okay?"

"No." Wen Jin cut him off, breath spraying against his neck, almost obsessively tightening his grip on Jin Chen's throat.

"Xiao Chen… I should have killed you, so we could be together forever…"

Hearing those words, Jin Chen's body suddenly relaxed, and he stopped resisting.

Wen Jin snapped back to his senses, realized what he had done, immediately released his grip, and his heart pounded with panic.

He tightly embraced Jin Chen, voice hoarse: "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have…"

Jin Chen gently patted his back, his tone calm.

"It's fine."

However, after lunch.

Jin Chen still left Zhuang Yuan silently.

When Wen Jin noticed, his whole person instantly fell into unprecedented anger and panic.

He stared at the position shown on the locator, his face grim and frightening, his voice cold as ice.

"He is not inside Zhuang Yuan."

"Jin Chen has left."

How strange, Wen Jin thought; although he could still see the black and white around him, it felt as if he had fallen into blindness again.

His world had not a shred of light left.

The old steward was forced onto the scene.

The old steward stood at the doorway, blocking Wen Jin's path, his tone respectful yet firm.

"Sir, calm down. Young Master Jin perhaps just went out to clear his mind; he'll be back soon."

Wen Jin gave no reply, merely fixed his eyes on the moving red dot on the locator, his gaze full of obstinacy and madness.

His voice was low, almost squeezed from between his teeth: "He must come back… he must return to my side…"

But at that moment, the old steward handed over a sketchbook.

Wen Jin snatched it up quickly, rainwater dripping from his chin onto the sketchbook Jin Chen had left behind.

"Glasses, sir." The old steward handed him corrective glasses,

Wen Jin opened the first page; the scene of morning light spreading over the Wutong Road came alive on the paper.

Jin Chen sketched beautiful scenes with warm-toned watercolors.

In the paintings, they had no quarrels; they were lovely lovers, every moment of their companionship.

Wen Jin's fingertips brushed the paper, his lips unconsciously curling up, his voice hoarse to the point of being inhuman: "How long did he paint?"

The old steward stood beside him holding an umbrella: "From the time you first locked his studio door."

Raindrops dripped down the umbrella ribs, spreading faint water stains across the sketchbook.

"He loves you, sir." The old steward handed over a hot towel, "You've just pushed him too hard."

Turning to the last page of the sketchbook, it was what Jin Chen had finished after staying up late the previous night.

In the painting, Wen Jin stood beneath the rose window, his gaze gentle as he watched him paint, sunlight weaving golden threads between them.

Wen Jin's eyes grew dim; suddenly he recalled everything he had done to Jin Chen over this period.

He clenched the sketchbook, his eyes suddenly reddened, tears blurring his vision.

"Xiao Chen is disappointed, isn't he…"

That's why he left.

"He isn't disappointed," the young master said, "he wants to paint the real world you both exist in."

The old steward set the umbrella on the windowsill, helped Wen Jin back to the hall, speaking as if following a script: "Rather than the prison you built with money."

Wen Jin seemed absent-minded, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the heavy rain outside Zhuang Yuan's main gate.

After a long while.

"Alright, I'll wait until dark."

His knuckles whitened as he gripped the sketchbook, his tone resentful: "If he doesn't come back…"

"He will come back." The old steward placed the hot tea on the coffee table and repeated, "He loves you."

Wen Jin drew a deep breath, as if the pain had cleared his mind somewhat, heedless of the rain soaking him, he turned and went to Jin Chen's studio.

The downpour washed over the flower window, the scent of pigments in the studio gradually fading.

Wen Jin traced the unfinished final painting of Jin Chen; in it, his own self gazed at him with gentle eyes as he painted.

That was the truest Wen Jin in Jin Chen's eyes—not a madman with an overwhelming desire for control.

I'm waiting for you.

Wen Jin whispered, holding the sketchbook tightly to Wen Jin's chest.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 86!】

On overcast days, the neon sign of the tattoo shop looks even colder.

"Chen Brother, you sure? I've started."

Zhao Pei held the disinfectant cotton ball, stared at the sketch on Jin Chen's collarbone, clicked tongue in amazement: "These lines, this composition — no wonder it's Professor Wen."

Zhao Pei leaned in for a closer look, nose nearly touching Jin Chen's carotid artery: "Wait, this is..."

"Iris flower." Jin Chen lay on the leather tattoo chair, fingertips lightly tracing the mark on Jin Chen's collarbone.

Wen Jin was in a bad mood last night, saying that the first time we met, I was wearing an iris-flower brooch on my shirt.

The cool feeling of the disinfectant alcohol spread over the skin, Zhao Pei squinted at the ceiling fan: "Wen Jin doesn't know I'm using this design for the tattoo."

But there's no denying that Wen Jin loves leaving various colored marks on Wen Jin's body, so Wen Jin simply left a permanent one.

"So you specially came to get a colored tattoo." Zhao Pei clicked tongue in amazement.

Zhao Pei glanced at the darkening sky outside the window: "Won't Professor Wen be going crazy by now?"

Jin Chen pulled at the collar: "Anyway, I dismantled the locator."

Zhao Pei pulled out a phone to check the missed call, the corner of the mouth unconsciously lifting.

"Just wait a bit more."

The tattoo machine buzzed to life, Zhao Pei carefully tracing the line: "Say ow if it hurts!"

"When you guys get married, I'll be your love witness!"

On overcast days, night falls even faster.

When dusk completely swallowed the last thread of daylight.

Jin Chen finally entered the Main Gate of Zhuang Yuan.