translated_Chapter 12

12: Outwardly Respectful, Inwardly Arrogant

After all, one could tell from this painting that Ai La’s relationship with Qiu Ci wasn’t that bad.

If it were for the inheritance, Ai La would have given everything to Qiu Ci long ago and busied herself with the art she loved.

When Tsukimi Rin came to find him at school again,

Jing Yueming generously invited this lovelorn and pitiful person for coffee.

“You’re definitely overthinking it, Miss Tsukimi. The only thing Ai La left in the studio was that painting, which depicted her and Qiu Ci. Moreover, there must have been other secrets regarding the shareholding matter back then.”

Tsukimi Rin sneered, “You wouldn’t think that way if you understood her.”

“Seriously, you and Ai La broke up two years ago, right?” Jing Yueming didn’t back down either.

“Her name isn’t Ai La, it’s Qiu Shi, Qiu Ci of Qiu Ci, and Shi of Xi Shi. You don’t even know her real name, do you?”

Jing Yueming indeed didn’t know: “That’s nothing. After all, I shouldn’t have known so much back then.”

The price of wanting too much was that Ai La could abandon him at any time. He had experienced that at seventeen.

Tsukimi Rin’s eyes still carried a stubbornness: “Even if it means going against Qiu Ci, I have to know the truth about those two years after I separated with Qiu Shi.”

“Whatever, do as you please.” She shouldn’t be much of a threat to Qiu Ci.

“Jing Yueming, Qiu Shi’s soul hasn’t rested in peace, and you’re already messing around with her brother. Aren’t you afraid of having nightmares at night?”

This was precisely what Jing Yueming was most worried about.

He had been trying hard not to think about it.

Treating Qiu Ci as a substitute meant that he still loved Ai La.

As long as he showed kindness to Qiu Ci, it wouldn’t be considered not loving Qiu Ci, nor would it be considered letting Ai La down.

“Those siblings are both strange. You’d better take care of yourself.” Tsukimi Rin gave Jing Yueming a final piece of advice: “Compared to Qiu Shi, her brother’s feelings are more detached. Pay attention to whether his feelings for you are genuine or not.”

A few words made Jing Yueming feel uncomfortable.

He didn’t understand the siblings, but did Tsukimi Rin, who hadn’t had much contact with Qiu Ci, really understand them?

After parting, Jing Yueming tried his best to forget those words.

Suddenly, he got up, feeling a little dizzy. It took him a long time to recover.

Because he had been staring at the painting for a long time, his hands were also a little shaky.

However, the appropriate hand tremors happened to perfectly replicate Ai La’s painting style.

That night, Qiu Ci even came to the studio to pick Jing Yueming home.

When Jing Yueming got into the passenger seat, Qiu Ci looked at the streaks and lines of paint on his body with disdain.

Qiu Ci reached out to fasten Jing Yueming’s seat belt, but was caught off guard when Jing Yueming reached out and hugged him. Jing Yueming said in his ear, “Disgusted with your husband?”

Qiu Ci couldn’t help but laugh, “Haha, you’re filthy. Let go of me.”

“No, I haven’t rewarded you for days. Are you feeling empty and lonely?”

The car was still parked in the garage, with cars occasionally driving in and out.

“Let’s go home,” Qiu Ci persuaded Jing Yueming.

“I want to try it outside.” Jing Yueming bit open the button on Qiu Ci’s collar, revealing a clean collarbone, rising and falling with the owner’s nervousness.

An hour later, the swaying car came to a stop.

Jing Yueming left the passenger seat to Qiu Ci and went to the driver’s seat to drive.

Qiu Ci squinted, looking at the fleeting city lights outside, as if his soul hadn’t returned yet.

Jing Yueming, on the other hand, was refreshed and humming a little tune while driving.

He occasionally glanced at Qiu Ci next to him, “Feeling better?”

Qiu Ci weakly grunted, “Mm.”

When getting out of the car, Jing Yueming very keenly supported Qiu Ci’s waist as they walked: “I’m sorry, don’t be angry, good brother.”

“I’m not angry, just a little tired.”

“I’ll accompany you to take a bath.” Jing Yueming eagerly wanted to go to the bathroom with Qiu Ci.

“Go cook.” Qiu Ci chased away a certain dog with one sentence.

Because it was a bit late, Jing Yueming just cooked two bowls of noodles to make do.

Qiu Ci came over to freeload for food after changing into his pajamas.

“Little Jing, I have to attend a banquet tomorrow night and will be back late.”

“Oh.” Jing Yueming was vaguely unhappy, but for more than a month, Qiu Ci had been spending his evenings with Jing Yueming. It was indeed unreasonable for a big boss to have no nightlife and not even attend social gatherings.

“Want to come with me?” Qiu Ci coaxed the dog.

Jing Yueming’s tail perked up: “Can I?”

“It’s hosted by a peer, all people you know. Nothing important.”

“I mean, can we go together?” Despite receiving many tacit permissions, this occasion was like announcing to everyone Qiu Ci knew: This guy found a male lover.

Ai La would never have allowed such a thing to happen.

“It’s nothing. Many people have spent some time abroad, and the acceptance of various sexual orientations is very high.”

“Then I want to accompany you.”

“You can.”

“What should I wear? A dress?”

“Tomorrow, you can ask Little Su to give you a makeover.”

“Okay.” Jing Yueming was in an exceptionally good mood today.

He really should fix himself up. He had been staying up late and working overtime recently, and his hair was falling out.

His visibly fluffy hair seemed to have thinned.

Making his face look bigger.

Qiu Ci took time in the afternoon to take Jing Yueming to find Su Yuyang.

When they arrived at Su Yuyang’s house, this guy had just woken up.

Qiu Ci found slippers for Jing Yueming himself and mocked Su Yuyang, “Didn’t I tell you last night that you had to do Little Jing’s hair tonight?”

Su Yuyang yawned, “So I woke up in the afternoon. Brother Qiu, I’m still a bartender after all.”

Qiu Ci snorted.

Su Yuyang joked, “Why don’t you let me be your driver again? I also want to enjoy the wonderful 9-to-5 life of a foreign company.”

“Do Little Jing’s hair first.”

At this time, Jing Yueming was standing helplessly in the living room.

Su Yuyang yawned and brought him the things.

They were really complete.

Su Yuyang said confidently, “Amazing, right? Your Brother Su, I used to study styling in Paris. Even domestic celebrities might not be able to book me.”

Jing Yueming nodded, “That’s strong.”

Su Yuyang felt Jing Yueming’s hair and blow-dried it: “Hiss – Little Jing, your hair seems thinner.”

“I’ve been staying up late recently,” Jing Yueming explained.

“It shouldn’t be this much thinner either.” Su Yuyang muttered, and when he saw Qiu Ci’s warning look, he began to shut up.

At the same time, cold sweat broke out on his body. Jing Yueming… was using Qiu Shi’s paints?

Looking at the final product, although there wasn’t much change in the whole face, it just looked very good.

“See? This is called amplifying the advantages. Little Jing, you look so handsome now, right?” Su Yuyang looked at Qiu Ci as if asking for credit.

Qiu Ci also nodded in satisfaction: “It’s really good.”

“Of course.”

In the end, Jing Yueming was put in a suit again, and the artistic student’s uninhibited temperament was completely sealed.

Qiu Ci looked at Jing Yueming in a suit, and he didn’t know if he was used to seeing him in casual clothes, but now he felt so strange looking at him in a suit, and couldn’t help laughing.

Jing Yueming looked at the man dissatisfied: “What are you laughing at? Does it not look good?”

“No, no, it looks very good. It’s just that, it looks like you’re going to receive an award.” Qiu Ci told the truth.