The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress Chapter 263 - 242: Wen Renche talks about his moments with h

"Beep—"

A soft sound ca from the password lock.

The mont the door automatically swung open, the simple and straightforward furnishings of the room ca into view for the two n.

Directly facing him was a lazy sofa. Aside from a few throw pillows, it was piled with all sorts of fluffy stuffed animals.

Shi Weiqing’s gaze lingered for a brief mont on a smiling teddy bear among them, his dark eyes flickering imperceptibly.

He approached the long black wooden table, his eyes indifferent as he glanced at the neatly arranged six or seven easels on either side.

The white cloths covering the canvases had long been removed, and the scenes within the paintings revealed themselves before him with no hesitation.

Before he had the chance to appreciate them, a voice wafted over from beside him, gentle as a breeze, intoxicating as fine wine: "These were all painted by Ah-Shi."

"Mr. Shi probably doesn’t know yet—Ah-Shi is a very famous painter in Australia, isn’t she?" Wen Renche’s gaze remained fixed on the paintings, pride shimring in his eyes.

Shi Weiqing truly didn’t know.

Yet he didn’t believe the young woman intentionally concealed it from him.

"And then?" Shi Weiqing lightly swept his eyes around the room.

At the sight of the paintings, all portraying rather idyllic landscapes, he involuntarily breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Wen Renche tilted his chin toward the left, the expression in his eyes softening instantly: "This one was painted the first ti I took Ah-Shi to the seaside."

This mont was unforgettable for him.

The seventeen-year-old girl, dressed in a pale blue long skirt, barefoot on the soft sand, her smile radiant like blooming flowers.

It seed as though heaven and earth had beco her backdrop.

He was laughing, she was frolicking—it was the most beautiful scene.

"It was also then that I discovered Ah-Shi was afraid of crabs." Caught in his mories, Wen Renche’s face relaxed more than before.

As if recounting a story to an old friend, his lips curled into a faint smile as he narrated the bits and pieces of his monts with the young girl: "The mont Ah-Shi saw a crab, she froze in place as if bewitched, unable to scream or move."

"Had I not turned back in ti, she might have stayed there dumbly staring at the crab, going toe-to-toe with it."

As soon as these words fell.

A burst of fury flared in Shi Weiqing’s heart.

His eyes, dark as ink, radiated a forbidding gloom, impervious even to the warst and brightest light.

The room was clearly heated, and the air was filled with the warm, nostalgic emotions exuded by Wen Renche, yet everything felt overshadowed by a foreboding gloom.

"The painting before you is from when I went to Provence with Ah-Shi two years ago."

"And the one furthest to the right is from Philip Island, where Ah-Shi and I..."

Each ntion of "I with Ah-Shi" from Wen Renche’s lips felt like a sharp blade slicing through Shi Weiqing’s flesh and bones.

The piercing pain spread from his chest through his entire body, leaving him almost unable to breathe.

"Enough." Shi Weiqing’s voice was hoarse.

His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched and released repeatedly, as if struggling to suppress sothing.

Shi Weiqing’s presence was sharp and icy cold, with a dark, unrelenting chill in his gaze: "Just with these? You’re overestimating yourself."

If in the past, the one accompanying her hadn’t been Wen Renche, the young woman would still have painted these.

To attach sentintal aning to a re hobby? Utterly ridiculous.

"It’s still not proof?" Wen Renche murmured softly.

He turned his face slightly, fixing his gaze firmly on Shi Weiqing, his eyes revealing a mix of helplessness and pity.