Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 294: Appreciating Paintings

At the end of the corridor on the top floor of a five-star hotel, Zhou Li stopped in front of a guest room. He looked around cautiously and after confirming that no one was following him, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly and Zhou Li slipped in.

"Mr. Xie, the clothes have been delivered to Miss Tang."

"Did she say something?"

Zhou Li answered truthfully and cautiously: "Miss Tang asked you why you didn't go, and you looked a little disappointed."

"Don't worry about her. Go back to the company. I still have things to deal with."

"Okay, Mr. Thank you."

Zhou Li was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and stopped, whispering, "By the way, my wife called me this morning and asked me about your whereabouts and why you didn't come home last night."

Xie Jincheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked, "How did you answer?"

Zhou Li repeated to Xie Jincheng exactly what he had said to Shen Qianhe.

Xie Jincheng nodded after listening to it, "I will explain to the Madam. Find someone to follow Tang Yining and tell me everything she does."

"Okay, Mr. Xie."

Zhou Li responded respectfully, then turned and left the room.

After the door closed, Xie Jincheng stood up, walked to the hotel window, and looked at the city scenery outside with a cold gaze.

In his memory, Tang Yining was his high school classmate, who went abroad to study after graduating from high school.

The two had no contact afterwards, and even their interactions on social media were minimal.

She suddenly showed up at the cocktail party last night, and right away she wanted to reminisce about the past. She behaved very intimately, as if there had never been any distance between them.

Although Xie Jincheng didn't want to get entangled with her too much and wanted to find an excuse to leave, it wasn't until she mentioned the tree hole in the suburban park and the letters.

His steps paused, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

No one knew about this except him.

Those letters were the most secret memories of his youth, secrets hidden in the tree hole that even Shen Qianhe had never mentioned.

Although he couldn't remember who the girl was who wrote to him at the time, he was sure that person was not Tang Yining.

He did not expose Tang Yining's words, but played along and maintained a superficial relationship with her.

Because he learned from her few words of probing that Tang Yining should already know about his amnesia.

No one knew about his amnesia except a few close people.

It seems that someone can't hold back any longer.

......

three days later.

Shen Qianhe brought Zheng Huan to the new apartment that Xie Jincheng had rented for her.

She and Zheng Huan simply decorated the apartment, adding a few paintings and some decorations, making it look like someone lived here permanently.

Shen Qianhe specially selected several works from his own studio and hung them on the wall, which not only looked elegant but also paved the way for his next plans.

Today, she invited Ho Shuk-yee to her home to appreciate the paintings.

He Shuyi was very straightforward and accepted her invitation.

According to Xie Jincheng's information, Lai Kang will be at his lover Lin Xiaoyue's house today.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, He Shuyi arrived on time.

She was wearing a simple beige dress, carrying an exquisite handbag, with a gentle smile on her face.

Shen Qianhe stood at the door and greeted her warmly: "Sister Shuyi, you are here, please come in."

He Shuyi smiled and nodded, walked into the apartment, scanned the room, and praised: "Qianhe, your house is really well decorated, very artistic."

Shen Qianhe smiled slightly, "Sister Shuyi, you are too kind. I just made some arrangements. Please sit down first. I will go and pour you a cup of tea."

As soon as she sat down, He Shuyi's eyes were attracted by the oil painting that Zheng Huan placed in the middle of the living room.

The paintings are rich in color and have delicate brushstrokes.

She took a few steps closer, looked at it carefully, and admiration appeared in her eyes.

“This is a really beautiful painting, the colors and composition are so unique.”

Shen Qianhe walked up to her and introduced, "Sister Shuyi really has good taste. This painting is by Monet, but it's a little unpopular, so not many people know about it."

Zheng Huan also came over and explained to He Shuyi the background of the creation of this painting: "In his later years, Monet lived in seclusion in Giverny Garden, and the scenery there became the source of his creation. This painting is one of his works in his later years. Although it is not as well-known as the "Water Lilies" series, it is a true portrayal of his inner world."

“He used unique brushstrokes and colors to capture the changing light and shadow in the garden, especially the subtle atmosphere of early morning and dusk.”

She pointed to a place where light and shadow intertwined in the painting. "Look here. Monet used delicate brushstrokes to depict the mottled light and shadow of sunlight shining through the leaves on the ground. It makes people feel the morning dew and the evening breeze."

Ho Shu-yi followed her instructions and looked at the painting carefully, her eyes full of admiration: "It's so beautiful. Monet is indeed a master of light and shadow. He can express even such subtle changes so vividly."

Shen Qianhe smiled and nodded: "Yes, Monet's works always make people feel the beauty of nature. Since Sister Shuyi likes it so much, I will give this painting to you."

He Shuyi was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand: "How can this be? I can't accept such a precious painting."

Shen Qianhe smiled and shook her head: "Sister Shuyi, you're welcome. It's an honor for this painting that you can appreciate it. Besides, didn't you say you would treat me to a meal? Just consider it as a return gift."

He Shuyi was moved by her enthusiasm and stopped refusing.

"Thank you so much, Chizuru. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, you must honor me."

Shen Qianhe smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I won't be polite."

The two of them sat on the sofa, holding warm coffee in their hands, and the air was filled with a faint coffee aroma.

Shen Qianhe gently stirred the liquid in the cup and asked casually, "Sister Shuyi, what has Inspector Lai been busy with recently? Why haven't you mentioned him?"

He Shuyi took a sip of coffee and said, "He went on a business trip to another province. He said he was going to handle an important case."

Shen Qianhe nodded, a meaningful light flashing in his eyes.

Just then, Zheng Huan came over from the kitchen with a plate of freshly cut fruit in her hand.

She walked to Shen Qianhe and gave him a subtle look.

Shen Qianhe immediately understood, put down the coffee cup, smiled and took He Shuyi's arm: "Sister Shuyi, Ivy's store has recently launched a few new bags, and I have made an appointment with the saleswoman to try them out. You have good taste, come with me and help me make some suggestions."

Ho Shu-yi readily agreed: "Okay, I also want to go shopping. It happens to be my husband's birthday in two days, and I want to help him pick out a gift."