Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 69 Uncle Long Legs (1)

Lei spoke in a light-hearted tone, waiting for Shen Lingxing to thank him, but he didn’t know that Shen Lingxing’s face darkened even more after hearing his words.

"You investigated my wife?" Shen Lingxing lowered his head to look at the patterns on the road bricks under his feet and asked coldly.

Upon hearing this, Lei’s eyelid twitched twice, wondering if the fourth master in a bad mood would vent his anger on him?

"Hehe." Lei used a laugh to cover his slight unease and said fawningly, "Fourth Master, this information was found by my men while investigating the child’s situation. I guarantee it wasn’t intentional to investigate the sister-in-law." What he said was indeed true, but no matter what, he wouldn’t admit that he had deliberately looked into Mi Jing out of curiosity.

"Since when did you start swearing guarantees like Xiao Wu when you feel guilty?" Shen Lingxing could tell how much of Lei’s words were true and how much were false, but he wasn’t really angry. He just wanted to scare Lei a bit to make him work more diligently.

"Did I?" Lei pretended to be clueless with Shen Lingxing, but in his heart, he cursed Chu Chen many times. Didn’t Chu Chen say this trick was very effective? How come it was seen through on the first try?

However, Shen Lingxing didn’t plan to dwell on this issue. He raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Dig out Black Dragon’s background for me." As for the instigator, there was no need for him to take action; Black Dragon wouldn’t let her off either.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Lingxing called Jiang Jian, asking him to arrange for a renovation team to repair the damaged coffee shop.

When he entered the shop again, Mi Jing was no longer sitting on the chair but was standing on a high stool, carefully trying to take down a painting from the wall.

"Come down, I’ll help you."

Shen Lingxing’s words were a direct command. As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and lifted Mi Jing down before she had any chance to refuse.

After a spin and a wobble, Mi Jing safely stood on the ground. Soon, their positions were switched, with Shen Lingxing standing on the chair, taking down all the paintings and photographs from the wall.

These were Mi Jing’s treasures, and her gentle wiping of the picture frames with a cloth clearly conveyed this message to Shen Lingxing.

At this moment, she kept her head down, her black clothes making her skin look even fairer, her features more delicate. The ample light on her face revealed fine, tiny hairs, as if her skin was as smooth and tender as a newborn’s, making Shen Lingxing want to reach out and touch it.

Since he desired, he decided to act.

But just as Shen Lingxing extended his hand, he suddenly stopped because Mi Jing was too quiet. Her gentle gaze was entirely focused on the painting in her hand, filled with deep nostalgia and warmth, almost as if she was looking at someone else through the painting.

Time seemed to stop. The shop was silent. In a corner, Mi Jing was staring at the painting with concentration, while Shen Lingxing was staring at her with equal focus. The young shop assistant at the counter watched this talented and beautiful couple with awe and admiration in her eyes, nearly getting lost in Shen Lingxing’s tender gaze. Even though he wasn’t looking at her, the sheer beauty of this scene would capture the heart of any romantic girl, making her look several times more, fantasizing about her own Prince Charming.

After a long while, Mi Jing withdrew from the flood of memories and suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting Shen Lingxing’s gentle gaze. At that moment, ripples of emotion spread across her calm heart, making her chest feel like it was housing a lively rabbit jumping around with joy.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment. Is it boring here?" Mi Jing lowered her gaze to glance at the painting in her hand and then looked at Shen Lingxing with a slightly blushing face, apologetically asking.

Shen Lingxing chuckled lightly and nonchalantly, his gaze falling on the painting. He said, "Tell me about the stories behind these paintings and photographs?" because he wanted to know who could make her so nostalgic.

"Why don’t you guess how old this painting is?" Mi Jing didn’t answer directly but asked back, her dark eyes twinkling like stars in the night.

Shen Lingxing was captivated by her eyes, looking at her quietly as if he was in a daze, contemplating.

"...About twenty years." After a moment of silence, Shen Lingxing’s gaze once again fell on the painting. He studied it carefully for a while and then answered casually.

Hearing this, Mi Jing looked at Shen Lingxing with a touch of admiration in her eyes, smiling, she asked, "Do you know how to appreciate paintings?"

"Not really."

Shen Lingxing had never seriously studied how to appreciate paintings. The knowledge he had accumulated was from being around his grandmother, who loved collecting paintings and calligraphy. Whenever she had free time, she would take them out to admire or copy them. Since he was a child, he had been by her side, seeing and hearing a lot, hence gaining a superficial understanding.

Although this painting’s frame appeared newly mounted, the paper of the painting had yellowed slightly, indicating that it wasn’t a recent work and should have been created quite some time ago.

With a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Mi Jing thought that Shen Lingxing, a medical student, being able to guess roughly right after just a brief look, was already quite impressive. But he didn’t flaunt his knowledge. Instead, he exuded a natural elegance that made Mi Jing feel very comfortable.

"This is the last painting my grandmother made before she passed away, and it was her gift to me on my ninth birthday." As she spoke, Mi Jing’s gaze shifted to the table beside her, scanning the items on it. She continued, "Every year on my birthday, my grandmother would paint a picture for me. When I was very young, because my parents were busy with work and my sister had to attend school, most of the time, it was my grandmother taking care of me, and I accompanied her. Actually, I didn’t like painting from the start. My first dream, as far back as I can remember, was to become a police officer when I grew up. At the age of four or five, I didn’t know much, but I thought police officers were cool. They could catch bad guys and uphold justice. Back then, in my eyes, any boy who bullied girls was a bad guy, so I often fought with those mischievous boys in our neighborhood. Every time I went out nicely dressed and came back dirty and disheveled, accompanied by complaints from neighbors, my mom would almost explode with anger. But with my grandmother backing me up, my mom, no matter how angry, would never hit me. She would just nag a bit, and I never knew to be afraid."

Talking about her childhood brought a growing smile to Mi Jing’s face. Whenever she talked about her family, her eyes sparkled brightly, something Shen Lingxing had long noticed. Seeing her genuinely happy expression made Shen Lingxing feel a bit infected by her joy, and he found himself smiling faintly.

The box of Mi Jing’s memories was filled with many warm and cozy moments. Every time she recalled them, she felt wrapped in happiness. This made her especially fond of sharing her childhood and family stories with people she trusted. Once she started talking, it was hard for her to stop.