Jinchen helped Wen Jin deal with the underground industry at a speed that caught everyone off guard. He didn't care about the mad dogs and wolves' remarks. In the eyes of those people, he was not a human being anyway.Jinchen once again lived the life of a canary very leisurely.He accompanied Wen Jin to handle work in the manor, and occasionally went to the studio to paint a few pictures with the idea of ​​helping his original body to complete the exhibition.But Jinchen refused to tell Wen Jin what he was drawing.Wen Jin only knew that Jin Chen invested a lot of energy in this painting, but he couldn't see it. On the one hand, he felt it was a pity, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but develop a dark possessive desire.Fortunately, the remaining days were not difficult to endure with Jinchen's company.After the doctor came to change the dressing for the last time, Wen Jin's eyelids trembled slightly, and blurry light and shadow spread across his pupils."gentlemen."The doctor handed him a pair of gold-rimmed corrective glasses, but Wen Jin refused them. He had long been accustomed to the world of black, white and gray, and at this moment he only wanted to see the person in the studio.The door of the studio was ajar, and the smell of turpentine wafted into the corridor.Wen Jin pushed open the door and saw Jinchen adjusting the color with his back to the door. The back of his linen shirt showed his great figure.The arm with bulging veins was suspended above the palette, and the paint flowed through the fingertips.Hearing the footsteps, Jinchen turned around. His first reaction was that Wen Jin didn't use the cane again. It was only when he saw the look in his eyes that he realized what was going on."Can you see?"Wen Jin nodded and his eyes fell on Jinchen. From the ends of his hair to his fingertips, every inch seemed to be given new color.With love, I regained my sight and saw the colors that belonged to Jinchen, which were even more stunning than the day I first saw her.Wen Jin's gaze fell on the drawing board that was blocked by Jin Chen's body.He walked over and couldn't help asking, "What are you drawing?"Jinchen held his hand and uncovered the white cloth."I was thinking of giving it to you after I finished the painting."On the canvas is a portrait of Wen Jin.Different from Wen Jin's indifference towards outsiders, the colors of the portrait are rich and warm, and every stroke seems to be filled with love.Jinchen picked up the canvas and handed it to Wen Jin: "This is how I see you."With Jinchen's hand, Wen Jin rubbed the undried crimson edge of the canvas with his fingertips and looked at himself in the painting.There was a rare softness between her eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was wrapped in a gentle halo.He had never seen himself like this, and he had never thought that he would be so beautiful in Jinchen's eyes.“No one has ever painted me like this.”Wen Jin whispered, his fingertips gently touching the colors on the canvas, as if he was touching himself in Jin Chen's eyes.Jinchen moved closer to him, her breath brushing against his ear, and she kissed him a few times without hesitation, "Then I'll draw more, and you remember more."Wen Jin's heart trembled slightly, and he looked up at Jin Chen, his eyes filled with tenderness and love."This painting..." Wen Jin's voice was a little hoarse, "It only belongs to me, right?"Jinchen chuckled and brushed his cheek lightly with his fingers: "Of course."Wen Jin reached out and pulled Jin Chen closer, staring at him, his eyes regaining their spirit and filled with an even stronger obsession.Even if there are any other great artists' collections, they cannot compare to this painting.He rested his forehead on Jinchen's shoulder."Then continue painting."Draw me, draw us, draw the colors that belong to us.Jinchen gently kissed the top of his head."it is good."[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 71! 】-After a short rest, Wen Jin's pressure and attack became more fierce. Wen Zhong had almost no power to fight back and watched as all his years of hard work were taken away one by one.What made Wen Zheng feel even more strange was that Wen Jin had a helper from nowhere, which was very strange. No matter what car accident or kidnapping he planned, it was useless. But no matter how they investigated, the only person who was inseparable from Wen Jin was the art student.Even though there had been precedents of attempted kidnappings before, Wen Zheng couldn't attribute those things to a college student, and even began to investigate whether there were any international mercenaries around Wen Jin.The other members of the Wen family knew what the outcome of this turmoil would be, and those who were perceptive had already made overtures to Wen Jin, leaving Wen Zhong and Wen Sanshao in a state of panic.As for Gu Xi.As he once said, no one wants to bother with a "disabled" person.When the boomerang hit him, Gu Xi tasted the feeling of having nothing again, but this time he would not wait for Wen Jin to save him for the second time.It only took a short period of time for all the Wen family's assets to change hands and for the head of the family to be replaced.On the day when the dust settled, Wen Zhong, perhaps knowing that he was powerless to change the situation, made a rare trip back to his old house.That afternoon, Mr. Wen, who had been paralyzed in bed and dying for many years, asked to see Wen Jin.Of course Wen Jin wanted to share the joy of finally having possession of the Wen family with his dear father and his brother, who was born to the same mother.The room in the Wen family’s old house.The heavy mahogany door was closed, and the air was filled with the scent of stale sandalwood and years of bitter medicine.Wen Jin stood with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, his expression cold.Jinchen stood beside him, his eyes lightly sweeping over the yellowed old photos on the wall."Why are you fighting with your brother?"On the bed, the old man's cloudy eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his breathing mask was covered with a layer of mist. "You two brothers should have...""Family affection?" Wen Jin let out an almost sarcastic laugh, "If this property was in someone else's hands, I wouldn't necessarily want to snatch it away."Wen Zhong suddenly overturned the purple clay teapot on the bedside table, and the broken pieces of porcelain splashed onto the trouser legs of Wen Jin's suit.Having lost everything in just a few months, Wen Zheng is now on the verge of going crazy. "If you hadn't been a freak since childhood, we two brothers wouldn't have ended up like this!"Wen Jin narrowed his gray eyes and glanced at the photo frame on the bedside table.In that yellowed family photo, the corner of my mother’s pomegranate-red cheongsam was smeared beyond recognition by red ink. “Really? Don’t you know it clearly?”The old man and Wen Zhong's expressions changed at the same time.The old man suddenly took off his breathing mask and pointed his skinny finger at Wen Jin: "You freak! Madman! Your mother is a lunatic, and so are you!""Except for Wen Zhong, you and your son are the shame of the Wen family! If you were still my son, I would have kicked you out of the house long ago!""You're right, I am indeed crazy."Wen Jin approached old man Wen, who was lying on the bed unable to move, step by step, with a chilling calmness in his voice."But don't forget, this madman now controls the lifeblood of the Wen family. You and Wen Zhong are useless people who are barely surviving."Before he could finish his words, Wen Jin suddenly grabbed Wen Zhong's wrist with such force that it almost broke his bones.The moment the blue and white porcelain vase smashed towards the head of the bed, Wen Zhong's pupils contracted violently. He wanted to struggle but couldn't, and could only let the fragments smash towards the old man.Wen Jin whispered in his ear, his warm breath like a poisonous snake."elder brother."His voice was very soft, deliberately imitating the "brother" that Wen Zhong called him when he was a child."Remember? When we were little, you held my hand like this..."He pulled Wen Zheng's hand and pressed it on the old man's neck, "Now, it's your turn."The old man's pupils suddenly dilated.The shrill screams penetrated the soundproof wall.Jinchen pushed the door open at the right time and placed his palm on Wen Jin's trembling knuckles. "It's time to go."