PPS Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Mo Jincheng’s Confession

Before receiving confirmation that the two were together, Mo Jincheng deliberately ignored the rumors on the school forum.

He was still trying his best to win over Chu Zhaoyi, but not to mention that Chu Zhaoyi himself was a block of stone, Gu Yusen had been fiercely guarding against him during this time.

He had no chance at all.

But recently he really found an opportunity. He knew that Chu Zhaoyi especially liked a certain painter’s work, and he recently spent a fortune on a painting and put it in his house.

He used this as a reason to extend an invitation to Chu Zhaoyi.

Chu Zhaoyi, who had always firmly rejected him, hesitated.

“When is it possible?” Chu Zhaoyi thought for a long time, but in the end, he was still attracted.

Gu Yusen said that he had something to go back to the old house for and said that he might not be able to come back in the afternoon, letting him go home by himself.

Chu Zhaoyi’s condition had improved a lot, to the point where he could go home by himself, and Gu Yusen was also much relieved.

When Mo Jincheng saw that there was hope, he immediately replied: “Any time is fine!”

Chu Zhaoyi thought that Gu Yusen was busy with something, and he didn’t want to go back alone anyway. Besides, Mo Jincheng’s house was close, and it would only take two or three hours to go back and forth. By the time he got home, Brother Sanmu should also be back.

“Okay, thank you,” Chu Zhaoyi was taught by Gu Yusen to be polite, at least on the surface, so now he would obediently say thank you.

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Mo Jincheng’s villa was located on the hillside, and the setting sun dyed the entire glass curtain wall amber.

Chu Zhaoyi stood in the foyer, looking up at the oil painting hanging in the center of the atrium. His pupils trembled slightly – it was the cobalt blue vortex commonly used by that painter in his late works, with fragments of the moon hidden in the layers of clouds.

Seeing the photos of the paintings online was already amazing enough, let alone seeing them in person, the impact was even stronger.

“Do you need to change your shoes?” As he lowered his head, the ends of his hair brushed against his scarf, and eyelashes covered with snowflakes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under his eyes.

Mo Jincheng reached out to untie the knot of his cashmere scarf, his fingertips seemingly brushing against the back of his neck. “The heating is on, don’t get stuffy.”

The skin under his fingertips suddenly tightened, Chu Zhaoyi stretched out his hand and pushed Mo Jincheng’s hand away, his gaze carrying some unkindness.

In the past, he might not have felt anything about this kind of action, but recently, after being held and kissed by Gu Yusen for a long time, he roughly knew that only partners could do these actions.

Mo Jincheng shrugged and retracted his hand.

Wasn’t he just unable to restrain himself?

The second-floor collection room was covered with Turkish handmade carpets. When Mo Jincheng returned with hot cocoa, he saw the boy kneeling in front of a painting.

The warm light illuminated his pale profile almost transparently, his fingertips hovering half an inch away from the canvas, tracing the painting in the air.

“It’s a unique piece that came out of Sotheby’s autumn auction.” He knelt on one knee beside Chu Zhaoyi, his warm breath brushing past the other’s earlobe, “Do you know why I chose this “Drowned Moon?”

Chu Zhaoyi didn’t speak, and didn’t even give him a glance, just quietly watching the painting.

Mo Jincheng suddenly smiled, and in the moment he let go of his hand, he took the opportunity to pull the person closer. The sensor lights on the entire wall behind them lit up one after another, and more than twenty paintings emerged behind the glass.

“These are all painters you’ve mentioned.” He grabbed Chu Zhaoyi’s shoulders, trying to force him to turn around, but Chu Zhaoyi slapped his hand away.

The cobalt blue vortex shone with a metallic cold light in the warm light. When Chu Zhaoyi stood up, his knees pressed shallow marks into the carpet.

He avoided Mo Jincheng’s burning gaze and retreated, his lower back hitting the glass display case with a muffled sound.

“How long did it take you to collect these?” he suddenly asked.

“Actually, I also like these painters that you like, and I bought them whenever I found a suitable opportunity.” Mo Jincheng unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, his Adam’s apple rolling in the shadows. Each of these paintings was an inestimable treasure.

They were his cherished treasures, and now he was sharing his treasures with Chu Zhaoyi, so they could appreciate them together.

“Ayi, we are the same kind of people. I like what you like, and you can understand the deep meaning and emotions of each painting, and so can I.”

“We are the two most compatible souls in the world.”

“Ayi, I like you.”

Mo Jincheng confessed to Chu Zhaoyi in front of more than twenty paintings, his tone sincere and passionate.