"Let them go? Only when Gong Cheyu disappears will you only think of me, right? As for Dyson…He committed an unforgivable crime nine years ago.”Yin Mohan's cold words were emotionless.
"Yin Mohan! If you do that, I will hate you.”Leng Yiran gritted her teeth as she said this. She clenched her fists and tried her best to restrain her excitement.
"If you only have me in your heart because of your hatred, I'm very happy.”Looking at Leng Yiran, he smiled cynically and left the restaurant. Only the faint smell of cologne lingered in the air.
Seeing Yin Mohan leave, Zhong Lin quickly followed. Leng Yiran was left alone in the dining room. She walked back to her bedroom in a daze and closed the door gently. She wanted to take out the painting from under the bed, but she realized that it was empty. She squatted down nervously and looked at the empty floor under the bed carefully, frowning. She seemed to have thought of something and quickly ran to the kitchen.
"Wang Ma, did anyone enter my room today?”Leng Yiran asked anxiously, looking very worried.
"I saw Miss Zhong enter your room today.”Mother Wang told the truth. Today, she saw Zhong Lin sneaking into Leng Yiran's room.
"Then... Did she take anything out?”As she continued to ask, she seemed to be sure who had taken the portrait.
"I didn't pay attention to that, but after that, she took a bag to the beach at the back. There seemed to be something in it.”Mother Wang recalled that she really hated Zhong Lin. She was always bossing the servants around and was far less obedient than Leng Yiran.
Leng Yiran was stunned for a moment. She then ran out and arrived at the sea of Wang Yang. Looking out at the sea, the surface of the sea seemed very calm, as if her painting was not here. She lowered her head in disappointment and suddenly realized that there was a small piece of wood beside her feet. It was part of her painting. She squatted down to pick up the piece of wood and looked at it carefully. Then, she stood up and looked at the sea calmly. She slowly walked into the sea. She knew that her favorite painting had been submerged by the sea. She bent over and groped around. She was very silly. She knew that she could no longer find the painting. After all, this was the sea. A wave might have pushed it into the distance. How could she find it? Moreover, the painting paper would change when it came into contact with water.。。。。。。However, that was her hard work over the past few days. It was the only thing she could have for herself. As he thought about it, he went deeper into the sea.
Yin Mohan, who was standing on the balcony, was thinking about how to cut ties with Zhong Lin. He thought that he didn't need Zhong Lin anymore. After all, Gong Cheyu was enough to torture Leng Yiran. However, a petite figure leaped into his eyes, making him unable to ignore her. He frowned. What did she want? Suicide? Damn it. This was the first thought that came to his mind. He quickly ran downstairs, jumped over the sea from the window of the guest room on the first floor, and ran into the sea.
Yin Mohan shouted loudly," Ran Ran, what are you doing? Sh * t, come back quickly!"”He had never lost his composure like this before. Worry surfaced on his face. Seeing that Leng Yiran was about to drown in this sea, his heart was in his throat, as if he couldn't breathe.
Meanwhile, Leng Yiran was busy looking for her painting and fumbled around aimlessly. She couldn't hear anything and was only thinking about the painting.
"Leng Yiran! Come back quickly! Otherwise, I'll throw Gong Cheyu into this sea and let him die with you.”Yin Mohan threatened. He was so anxious that his body couldn't stop moving into the sea.
Leng Yiran raised her head abruptly and stood rooted to the spot. She seemed to hear Yin Mohan calling her name. He would only call her in this tone when he was very angry, but that was when she was young. At that time, he wasn't as good at pretending as he was now. After careful calculation, he had only called her by her full name twice. She thought it was her imagination, but she couldn't help but turn around. Unexpectedly, she saw Yin Mohan. Yin Mohan's face was filled with worry, anxiety, and anger as he walked towards her.
"Don't come over! The depth of the sea here is very dangerous." Leng Yiran quickly stopped him, ignoring the emotions on his face. She only knew that the sea here was very deep. If a wave came, they might be swallowed by the sea.
"Then hurry over." Seeing Leng Yiran respond to him, Yin Mohan hurriedly said. He was afraid that she would go any further. Just as she said, this sea was very dangerous.
"But I lost something…" Leng Yiran shook her head, indicating that she did not want to go over. She knew that the painting could not be found, but she just wanted to continue looking.
"I'll buy you whatever you lost. Come back quickly.”Yin Mohan shouted. Seeing that she didn't want to come over, he continued to walk forward. His heart was about to jump out of his chest. He was so worried about her.
Han, the portrait is gone..." Leng Yiran said helplessly. She was in a daze and tears began to flow.
Yin Mohan didn't say anything else. His face darkened. Could it be that she had lost the portrait that Gong Cheyu had mentioned?。。。He walked up to Leng Yiran and held her hand as he forced her to walk to the shore.
"Is it me?" She asked softly, her voice very gentle. The feeling of holding her hand was really reassuring, and his heart returned to the left side of his chest.
"Mhm... What should I do? There's nothing left..." Leng Yiran replied absent-mindedly. She had lost all consciousness. All she knew was that she had lost her painting, and it had been lost in this Wang Yang area.
"When we get back, I'll let you draw me. Ten, a hundred, a thousand, you can draw me.”She promised softly. "But why did you come here?”He did not believe that she would commit suicide for a painting.
Leng Yiran lowered her head and remained silent. Could she say that Zhong Lin threw the painting into the sea? Would he believe her? After all, Zhong Lin was his new favorite.
"Speak." Yin Mohan walked to the shore and turned around to look at Leng Yiran, who had her head lowered. He patiently seduced her.
"The painting was thrown into the sea…" Leng Yiran said simply. She didn't believe that Yin Mohan would punish Zhong Lin because of her.
"The drawing paper will break when it comes into contact with water. Even if we find it, can we still look at it? Don't you have common sense? Besides, this is the sea. Can you find it?”Yin Mohan said excitedly, cursing her in his heart for being stupid.
"Of course I know. But I just want to find it!" Leng Yiran retorted angrily. What right did he have to criticize her? She didn't ask him to come.
"Tell me. Who threw the painting into the sea?" Yin Mohan sighed and stopped arguing with her. A cold glint flashed across his eyes as his voice returned to its usual coldness.
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