PPS Chapter 143

Chapter 143 “Help me finish this painting”

Chu Zhaoyi’s body was so weak that it could barely support him, each step feeling like a difficult trek through a swamp. The aftereffects of the drug made him dizzy, and the sticky discomfort in his throat was a constant shadow, as if trying to suffocate him.

He desperately longed to return to Gu Yusen’s side; even just seeing him would bring him peace of mind.

Although it was called a kidnapping, Mo Jincheng didn’t restrict his movements.

He shuffled out of the bedroom. Outside, the sky had already darkened, and the adjacent room was lit.

In the room, on a three-meter-long canvas, a scarlet sea of roses blazed like flames, so intense it seemed to overflow from the canvas. The scarlet paint bled along the linen fibers, each rose like a blood flower spurting from an artery.

Mo Jincheng stood before the canvas, his brush dipped in deep red paint, meticulously outlining the petals of the roses, his expression focused.

“Awake?” Hearing the footsteps, Mo Jincheng didn’t turn his head, his voice calm as if he had expected Chu Zhaoyi’s arrival.

Chu Zhaoyi stood behind him, not responding, just staring at the painting, his voice weak, “Where is this?”

“A neighboring city, not far,” Mo Jincheng replied casually, a bouquet of red roses at his feet, dewdrops still clinging to the petals, vibrant and fresh.

“Let me go,” Chu Zhaoyi’s voice held a hint of irritation. He was terribly dizzy, and he’d barely been able to eat anything for days, his body weak to the point of collapse.

He was like an anxious little beast, unable to find comfort, only able to pace in place.

“Help me finish this painting,” Mo Jincheng didn’t respond to his words, just immersed himself in his own world, continuing to paint stroke by stroke.

Chu Zhaoyi’s gaze fell on the painting, and he picked up a pencil lying nearby, holding it in his hand. He wasn’t in the mood to play this game with Mo Jincheng; he just wanted to find Gu Yusen as soon as possible.

“Ah Yi, it’s the coloring stage now.” Noticing his movement, Mo Jincheng raised an eyebrow. An excellent painter shouldn’t pick up a pencil at this stage.

“What was the situation at the banquet?” Chu Zhaoyi’s voice was a little hoarse; he just wanted to know about Gu Yusen’s situation.

Mo Jincheng naturally understood Chu Zhaoyi’s meaning, and smiled slightly, “You want to ask if Gu Yusen went?”

“I don’t know if he went, but I know that he went on a hunger strike with his parents for three days, like a child who can’t get a toy, he can only use this method to coerce his parents.” Mo Jincheng deliberately omitted some details, trying to tarnish Gu Yusen’s image in front of Chu Zhaoyi.

At the same time, he reached out a hand, wanting to touch Chu Zhaoyi’s hand hanging by his side.

Chu Zhaoyi frowned. Brother Sanmu must be very uncomfortable not eating anything for so long. Anxious, he grasped the sharpened pencil in his hand and unhesitatingly stabbed it into the palm of Mo Jincheng’s outstretched hand, using a lot of force.

Mo Jincheng’s palm instantly oozed blood, which dripped from the wound, falling into the red paint palette, merging with the roses in the painting.

But he didn’t even furrow his brow, just staring blankly at his painting, his voice tinged with helplessness, “Paint a picture with me, Ah Yi.”

Chu Zhaoyi felt that Mo Jincheng was crazy, this kind of communication was completely meaningless. He let go of his hand and just raised his foot, preparing to leave.

“I’ll send you back as soon as it’s finished,” Mo Jincheng, as if unable to feel the pain, pulled out the pencil, blood flowing from the wound, dripping onto the canvas, merging with the red of the roses.

Chu Zhaoyi’s footsteps stopped instantly, he turned his head to look at Mo Jincheng, “Are you sure?”