"Those paintings, I did indeed paint them specifically for him." Yu Zhi did not deny it—this was simply a fact.
She noticed the strong hands around her waist tightening for quite some time, as if he wanted to crush her into his very bones and blood. Gently, she patted the back of his hand.
"Do you like him?" A few days later, Shi Wei asked the same question again, and this time he added, "I want the truth."
Yu Zhi exhaled silently, "No, I don't."
Knowing his state wasn't good, she refrained from saying anything that would lead to an argument—it could quickly spiral out of control.
Pointing to the sofa, Yu Zhi coaxed and persuaded him for a while before Shi Wei begrudgingly agreed to let go.
Leaning against his shoulder, she said, "Those paintings, to be precise, were meant to curry favor with Ah-Che's father."
Wen Renche's father was notorious in Australia, feared by many—his ruthlessness was simply too horrifying.
Moreover, he recognized no familial ties.
