Mu Qingcheng walked out of the room and saw Cheng Yijie standing in front of the oil painting hanging on the bedroom wall, looking up at the painting. This kind of picture is familiar, and the morning after the first time he was brought here for the night, he looked up at the painting like this, except that at that time he was wearing a light-colored casual suit, refreshing and handsome. At this time, he was wearing black pajamas and pants, and his back was a little lonely in the coldness.

At that time, who would have thought that they would one day become husband and wife, and they had gone through so many twists and turns. She sighed softly, but Cheng Yijie heard it and turned around. "Remember what I told you about this painting?"

"Yes." Mu Qingcheng remembers very well, "The title of the painting is 'Rainy Path', and when you first arrived in the city to take over the family business, you faced a turning point in your life. Seeing this oil painting itself carries a sense of confusion and loneliness, which is very suitable for the mood of you who can't see how the road ahead is going at that time. ”

Cheng Yijie nodded, and an expression that seemed strange to her and almost desolate appeared on her face. She stared at him involuntarily for a while, her eyes were full of care, and she asked very gently: "You shouldn't be confused or lonely now." ”

He looked at her, his eyes were like two bottomless pools, so dark and deep, shining with a faint light. He suddenly sighed and said a little obstructively: "Sometimes, I still can't see clearly how to go on the road ahead, but there is no turning back. ”

She raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly, and for a moment, she didn't know how to speak. She was very confused, she didn't understand what he meant by "sword mountain and sea of fire", and she didn't know what kind of path he was taking. She had never actually walked into his world, and had been wandering outside.

He read the question in her eyes, but he couldn't explain it. He suddenly became nervous and uneasy, and his fear of losing her was stronger than ever. "Do you regret marrying me?" He asked cautiously.

"I ...... I don't know. She whispered, eyes like two small lights in the dark.

In an emotion that bordered on horror, he grasped a certain deep tenderness in her eyes. The white robe on her body fluttered, and her long hair hung down, she was dressed very casually, but she looked so elegant and elegant, with an irresistible and romantic atmosphere all over her body.

He couldn't help himself, took her hand, and pulled her over gently. She threw herself into his arms, and he hugged her, stroking her soft hair, feeling her body tremble slightly. She was emaciated, and he could clearly feel that the bones were a little awkward, and he knew very well that his weight was caused by her. He kissed her sideburns, her earlobes, and sniffed the scent of her hairline with pity and guilt. He didn't dare to speak, for fear of being frightened away from the dream, and he didn't dare to let go, for fear of letting go of the dream. He closed his eyes in pain, his lips sliding over her smooth cheeks and landing on her soft lips.

She took matters into her own hands and untied the belt around her waist. The nightgown on his body slipped to the ground, and his hand touched the layer of light and soft gauze, and suddenly he woke up and let go of her. He raised his eyes, stunned. The sight in front of him made his blood run through his veins, and the impulse of a moment almost destroyed him, and he wanted to sink into it desperately, even if it was a sea of fire, he would rather be burned and turned to ashes! However, the last bit of reason left saved him at a critical moment, and he still has a major mission, and he also has to cover the good partner and good brother who was born and died together, and also protect her, and finally has approached the truth step by step, once there is a slight mistake, it will be a failure.

His face turned grim, and his voice stiffened. "Why are you dressed like this?"

Her eyes widened, and there was panic, struggle, distress, and a heartbreaking tenderness. It's the most complex vision in the world, telling hundreds of thoughts. Then, her eyelashes drooped, quickly covering the pair of talking eyes. Opening her mouth, she muttered, "I...... I...... I thought...... You'll love ......."

There was a strong convulsion in his heart, and his heart wrenched and ached. He was shouting in his heart, forgive me, little orange, forgive me as a last resort! But he coldly spit out four words: "I don't like it." ”

A cowardly emotion seized upon her, and she bit her lip and stood there as if she were calm, not moving or speaking.

He could no longer meet her gaze, and he turned around and strode towards the bedroom door.

"Wait!" She was suddenly frightened, and felt that if he left, he would probably never return to her again. She put aside her dignity and shame to try to make a final struggle and redemption.

He stopped his steps and slowly turned his head back to meet her eyes again. A layer of water vapor floated in the pair of clear eyes, and the water vapor gathered more and more thickly, and finally fell quietly. "I want to know why." Her voice trembled, "I don't want to be your nominal wife so unclear, I hope you can give me an explanation, at least let me understand the reason why you have such a big contrast before and after marriage." I am thoughtful, emotional, dignified, and personal, please respect me and understand my feelings! ”

He was breathing heavily, clenched his fists, beads of sweat in his palms. She tried to read his thoughts through his eyes, but she couldn't, his eyes were too deep, like bottomless pools, and she couldn't detect anything at the bottom of the pool.

Finally, he took a deep breath, turned around again without saying a word, and left without looking back.

She looked around blankly, longing that she could catch something, support her, help her. However, the tree on which she depended had been uprooted, and where would her little vine cling to and where would she return?

Mu Qingcheng wiped away his tears, changed his clothes, and left the villa overnight. The enthusiasm and expectation when he came turned into a painful stomach. She was determined that she would never return to this place again unless he gave her a reasonable explanation, but the possibility was slim to none, and she had a premonition that she was going to lose him forever.

Mu Qingcheng's departure, Cheng Yijie knew, but he couldn't do anything, he could only stand on the balcony and watch her figure go away. He felt heavy in his heart, like pressing a big stone.

After a night of tossing and turning, he still made an appointment with Chen Yufei as usual to go to the Xilin City Museum the next day. On the way to the museum, his vision blurred, and outside the window glass, it was no longer the street and the vehicle, but Mu Qingcheng's eyes full of endless sorrow. The car was parked in the parking lot of the museum, and he got out of the car in a trance, and when he walked into the museum hall, he still didn't belong.

"Mr. Cheng." Someone called him. He stared at it, and it was Gu Hengyu standing in front of him. He used to go in and out of museums often and met Gu Hengyu a lot, but it was the first time he was alone like this. "Hello, is there something wrong?" He asked politely but distantly.

"Are you here to find Kiyoshi? She's not here. Gu Hengyu also spoke in a detached tone.

"It's not." Cheng Yijie replied briefly.

Gu Hengyu stared at him for a few seconds, his eyes were stern and condemning. "I can see that Qingcheng is very unhappy, and she is not happy at all when she marries you. You have a treasure, but you don't know how to cherish it, I look down on people like you! ”

Cheng Yijie smiled faintly. "You are too lenient, Mr. Gu, Qingcheng is my wife, she is unhappy or unhappy, it has nothing to do with you, you are not qualified to interfere."

"You can't give her joy and happiness, I can." Gu Hengyu fought back coldly, "A gentleman doesn't win people's love, but since you don't love her, I don't need to be a gentleman." I'll use my own way to win her over. ”

"What if I don't say yes?" Cheng Yijie still spoke in a light tone.

Gu Hengyu snorted coldly. "I can't help but agree!"

"Yijie-" Chen Yufei's voice came, and in the blink of an eye, the person was in front of them. Seeing the looks of the two, she was very strange. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm talking about something." Cheng Yijie understated, "Let's go, go find the person we want to meet." ”

Chen Yufei looked at Gu Hengyu, his face was not pale, but he still nodded politely to her.

Cheng Yijie had already walked away, and Chen Yufei also nodded to Gu Hengyu and chased after him.

Cheng Yijie and Chen Yufei came to find Shi Qi, it was close to noon, the personnel of the Preservation and Protection Department were still in a meeting, the curator Zhong Chun was in charge, except for Mu Qingcheng who participated in the rehearsal at the Song and Dance Theater, other people including Yu Qingsheng, Shi Qi and Li Yanshan were all present. The atmosphere of the meeting was very solemn, and at a glance, it was known that it was related to the theft of the copy of the Song people of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet".

Zhong Chun was the first to see the two and beckoned them into the office.

"How's that, any new clues you can provide?" Chen Yufei asked straight to the point.

Zhong Chun shook his head abruptly. "No clue at all."

"It's okay, we already have a clue." As soon as Chen Yufei said this, everyone present cast their eyes at them.

"Do you already know who stole the painting?" Zhong Chun asked eagerly.

"Don't worry, we're here today to give you an explanation." Chen Yufei asked, "Is there a projector here, I need to play a video?" ”

Zhong Chun said that the projector was only available in the conference room, so the group moved to a small conference room on the first floor.

Cheng Yijie secretly observed Shi Qi, his expression was a little unnatural. "Shiqi." He shouted deliberately.

The other party was taken aback, but quickly calmed down and asked, "What does Mr. Cheng command?" ”

"You were the one who poisoned Li Dong's food, and you were the one who copied the authentic copy of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet Picture" by the Song people." Cheng Yijie said it bluntly.

Shi Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "Are you kidding, the police have already investigated, and I don't have time to commit the crime."