AMTBYIGA Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Oil Painting

[Group Photo for Remembrance]

[In my lifetime, I can actually see a dream castle with my own eyes. My little one, you’ve made it!]

[Rich guy, I’m your long-lost sibling!]

[Rich and powerful, do you still need accessories? The kind of college student who can’t do anything.]

The barrage was as lively as New Year’s. Lin Sui dazedly pinched himself, his voice floating, “Th-thank you, user 123xxxx, for the dream castle.”

[Hahaha, my little one looks so dumbfounded by the money, so cute.]

Lin Sui was indeed dumbfounded right now.

He held the guitar like a cat holding dried fish, staring eagerly at the camera. After a long while, he murmured, “Um, if you want to return it, I can only return half. The platform takes a cut.”

His voice was soft and a little aggrieved, and the barrage immediately went crazy.

[Help, this is too cute.]

[My little one, is that your first reaction? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a pure and unpretentious streamer.]

[But speaking of which, if the person who gave the gift is a minor, quickly contact customer service to appeal. Our Sui is just a little newbie, can’t afford to refund it.]

At this moment, the man behind user 123xxxx, Gu Nian, looked at the barrage full of persuasion and raised his eyebrows in disdain. He casually threw two more castles.

Three five-thousand-dollar gifts instantly propelled him to the top of the gift rankings. A glittering title appeared above user 123xxxx’s head. Gu Nian was barely satisfied and slowly typed out a few words that filled the entire barrage area.

[Not a minor. This little bit of money isn’t even enough for one of my watches. Take it.]

The aura of a domineering CEO swept over everyone.

After a brief silence, the number of viewers in the upper-left corner of the live stream skyrocketed, and the barrage was moving too fast to see clearly.

[Which family’s domineering CEO has come down to earth? I can only say,Big guy is awesome!]

[So cheesy, but I love it so much.]

[My little one, you got a big shot as soon as you started broadcasting. You’re really going to be famous.]

Lin Sui stared blankly at the screen full of special effects. Finally, he came back to his senses, his face flushed red, and after a long while, he squeezed out a sentence, “Thank you, user 123xxxx, for the gifts. Is there anything you want to hear? I can play it for you.” He paused and then added, “Anything is fine. If I don’t know it, I can learn it.”

Gu Nian didn’t rush to answer. He lowered his eyes and read through the various comments praising and hugging in the barrage. A sneer Overflowing from his lips.

These people would never understand that if Lin Sui knew this person was him, he would be willing to sing for him even without money. Lin Sui wasn’t being nice to him because of the money.

He was so nice to him because…

Gu Nian unconsciously curled his lips, scornfully looking at the confessions in the barrage, typing with the pride of a proper wife.

[Go rest if your hand is injured.]

The glittering, special-effect words leaped into everyone’s eyes in the live stream.

[Huh? Is my little one’s hand injured?]

[Now that you mention it, it seems so. I think I just saw my little one’s left pinky looking red, like it had a wound.]

[Big brother is so thoughtful, so caring about our little one.]

Lin Sui was stunned when he saw it and subconsciously hid his hand, insisting, “It’s just a small injury. It won’t affect the pitch.”

Gu Nian frowned. After thinking for a while, he patiently said: [Then don’t play anymore. Draw me a picture.]

Drawing didn’t require using the left hand, perfect.

As soon as he sent it, Gu Nian realized it was bad. He was user 123xxxx now and shouldn’t know that Lin Sui could draw.

Lin Sui did widen his eyes in surprise. He was about to ask how he knew he could draw when he suddenly saw the corner of the easel peeking out from the phone screen. He instantly understood and said a little embarrassed, “I’m not very good at drawing. That’s just my oil painting homework by the window. The previous one was almost thrown in the trash by my teacher. If you don’t mind… I’ll paint you an oil painting too?”

Many people in the barrage also noticed the easel, which was only half-visible.

[So our little one can also draw. What else don’t I know about you!]

Gu Nian: [It’s okay]

Seeing this, Lin Sui had no choice but to put down the guitar, find a smaller easel, prop it up on a stand, and bring a large box of paints to place at his feet. The paintbrush in his hand had paint that hadn’t been washed off properly.

“What do you want me to draw?” Lin Sui faced the blank canvas, deciding to hand this world-class problem over to Daddy Gold.

Gu Nian pondered for a moment, enduring the throbbing of his heart, and pursed his lips as he typed, [Draw what streamers like most, right?]

After sending this short line, Gu Nian felt like he had been burned and put the phone on the table. His eyes couldn’t help but look at the young man in the screen. He’d glance at him, then look away, and after a while, he couldn’t help but sneak another peek.

He wondered what would happen if Lin Sui drew him and someone recognized him. He used to appear on the internet quite often.

Lin Sui paused when he saw this, his first reaction being – this Big brother doesn’t have decision-making difficulties like me, right? He’s passing the buck so skillfully.

Then, Lin Sui shook his head, warning himself not to think like that about his gold·host daddy. People had spent fifteen thousand just to have him paint a picture. Forget passing the buck, he’d even grab the blame himself.

So, Lin Sui nodded with difficulty. “Okay, then I’ll use my imagination.”

Lin Sui held the paintbrush for a few minutes, his wrist slightly tense. The paintbrush dipped in gray paint landed on the canvas.

The only sound in the live stream was the rustling of the paintbrush against the canvas. Lin Sui had no confidence in his oil painting skills, so he was especially focused, even forgetting to interact with the live stream. Some people who had come to see the rich guy gradually left, leaving mostly Lin Sui’s fans and those who liked his appearance.

Under the warm light, the handsome and gentle youth was focused on painting – the scene was especially warm and healing, and the rustling sound made people feel peaceful. Many people put their phones aside and started working in this rare atmosphere.

Gu Nian was an exception. He kept looking at the phone screen, even though there was a document on the table, he didn’t give it a single glance. His whole mind was on the youth who was painting. He was already thinking about whether to add a studio on the third floor or simply expand Lin Sui’s room by double, specifically for him to paint.

Gu Nian was engrossed in looking at his phone when suddenly the youth’s face was blocked by a notification. His brow furrowed in displeasure, but it softened slightly when he saw the contact’s name.

It was Jiang Sheng, who had been forced to work overtime.

[Found it. Look at it yourself, or you can find it in this forum.]

[Don’t come looking for me today, either. Your all-powerful assistant is about to become a single dog because of you!]

Gu Nian directly ignored Jiang Sheng’s complaints, opened the file package and scanned it ten lines at a time. His face turned ashen when he was only halfway through.

Unsurprisingly, it contained the entire process of Lin Sui being bullied. Even the supposedly broken surveillance cameras miraculously came back to life. Gu Nian repeatedly slid the progress bar, his heart filled with anger as he watched the scene of Lin Sui’s hand being stepped on, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

The Zhao family had been getting too cocky lately. Their illegitimate sons dared to bully his people.

Gu Nian expressionlessly opened his contacts and dialed a number labeled [Principal of XX School], spoke for a few minutes, then hung up. He sent another message to Jiang Sheng.

[Snatch the case the Zhao family has been in contact with recently. Double your year-end bonus.]

The other party didn’t reply for the time being, but Gu Nian still trusted Jiang Sheng’s ability. Besides, Jiang Sheng’s annual bonus was hundreds of thousands. With the temptation of doubling it dangled in front of him, he wasn’t afraid that this money-grubber wouldn’t put his heart into it.

Losing this case wouldn’t be fatal to the Zhao family, but it would be enough to hurt them for a while.

This warning was already considered out of line, but Gu Nian was still agitated. He wheeled his wheelchair back and forth in front of the door several times, hesitating whether to go to the next room to comfort Lin Sui.

The twenty-something-year-old kid was usually as soft as cotton, so he must feel bad being slandered like this. He might be crying somewhere he couldn’t see.

Just thinking about that scene made Gu Nian want to treat those who hurt Lin Sui even more harshly.

On the other side, Lin Sui had already reached the end of his painting. A little red paint had accidentally gotten on his fair face, but he didn’t notice at all. After making the final adjustments, he breathed a sigh of relief, carefully turned the easel towards the camera, and asked somewhat nervously, “Is this okay?”

Gu Nian was startled awake by the sudden sound from the phone. The hand that was already on the doorknob stiffened, recoiling as if electrocuted.

Others in the live stream were also brought back by this voice.

[Wow, my little one paints so well. The colors are so beautiful.]

[The streamer is painting a grassland. Do you want to go play on the grassland?]

[Amazing! The streamer’s painting is so fresh.]

Gu Nian also looked at the painting. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t disappointed.

His favorite thing – turned out not to be him.

No, even if Lin Sui didn’t like him, so what? He was thinking as if he was in unrequited love.

Gu Nian pinched the space between his eyebrows, feeling that he had been too tired lately, thinking about strange things all day long.

Seeing that Big brother hadn’t replied, Lin Sui became even more nervous, trying hard to salvage the situation, “You don’t like it? … I can repaint it.”

Gu Nian pursed his lips and replied with a sullen face: [No, I like it very much. Can you send it to me?]

Lin Sui breathed a sigh of relief. His almond-shaped eyes curved, a small dimple appearing on his cheek. He nodded vigorously, “Then remember to DM me. I’ll ship it to you at the latest tomorrow.”

[Okay.]

After sending the last word, Gu Nian exited in a flurry of emotions. After sending Lin Sui another address, he picked up the documents and forced himself to think about work.

Lin Sui took the easel to the window and placed it next to his homework to dry. Looking back, he realized it was already 11 PM. He went back to the camera, chatted for a while, and then said goodbye to end the broadcast.

Watching the page showing the end of the live stream, Lin Sui instantly lost control of his expression, collapsing on the sofa like a little salted fish, too tired to take a shower.

As he slumped, he started to feel his eyelids drooping, his little head bobbing. Finally, he couldn’t hold on and closed his eyes, thinking drowsily that he would just sleep for a while.

That “while” turned directly into the entire night. The next morning, when Lin Sui found himself lying on the sofa, his mind short-circuited. After a long while, he woke up and recalled the events of the previous night.

Although the sofa was soft, it definitely wasn’t as comfortable as a bed. Lin Sui slowly crawled up, yawned, and felt that his back was a little stiff and his throat was a little sore. He probably caught a cold.

Lin Sui didn’t care. He got up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs to cook. After a while, Gu Nian also came down.

Gu Nian hadn’t slept well all night, and now the way he looked at Lin Sui unconsciously carried a hint of resentment.

Lin Sui held the spatula, his face full of bewilderment. In the end, he could only attribute it to the fact that he had left Gu Nian alone at home, making him unhappy. So, he softly comforted, “I don’t have class today, so I’m just going to turn in my homework. I’ll be back soon.”

Gu Nian looked straight ahead, snorting from his nose as if he disdained hearing an explanation.

The tense corners of his lips, however, subtly softened. He tapped his knuckles on the table, his tone indifferent.

“Come eat. I’m not going to pick you up if you faint from low blood sugar.”