Chapter 117: 117 Did You Draw This?

When Shen Yan returned home in the evening, Chen Nian came out from the opposite door and looked at her with a grin.

When Shen Yan saw her expression, she knew that Chen Nian had gotten to the bottom of it.

She stood at the entrance and changed into slippers. Then, she walked towards the living room lazily and inquired nonchalantly, “What have you found out?”

Chen Nian changed into her slippers and followed her in. She entered Shen Yan’s house as if it was her own. Moreover, she was so familiar with her house that she could not be more familiar with it. She sat down on the couch and said, “I have made a major discovery.”

Shen Yan looked at Chen Nian curiously. She sat on the couch and poured herself a glass of water.

“Zhao Yu’s sister likes your manga and has always wanted your autograph. Fu Hang went to his shop to frame a painting this morning. Then, he guessed that YAN was you when he saw the painting. That’s why he tried to test you this afternoon.”.

“What painting?” Shen Yan pondered for a moment and asked hesitantly.

“The painting he wanted to frame was the same style as the manga you drew.”

Chen Nian knew that Shen Yan probably could not guess it. She smiled and explained, “The painting Fu Hang wants to frame is a gouache painting of himself.”

Gouache painting?

The portrait that she painted for Fu Hang came to Shen Yan’s mind swiftly. However, she quickly dismissed the idea. She did not take that painting with her when she left the Fu family. So, she reckoned that the other things of hers would be thrown away by the Fu family as trash.

“I don’t think I drew it. I don’t know who drew it in a style that was so similar to mine.” Shen Yan felt that there was something strange about it, but she could not put her finger around it.

“Oh right, I have a picture of that painting,” Chen Nian added smugly and raised her eyebrow at Shen Yan. She took out her phone and handed it to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan went over to take a look, and her face completely darkened. “This is what I drew for Fu Hang.”

Chen Nian was completely dumbfounded. She stared at the painting carefully and uttered, “T-this was drawn by you?”

Chen Nian knew that Shen Yan would draw occasionally, but she really did not expect her to be able to draw so well. She looked at Shen Yan with starry eyes immediately. “Y-you… how can you draw that scum nicely? I would definitely draw him as an ugly man if it were me!”

Shen Yan sat beside Chen Nian and took her phone. She recalled her past self, as she looked at the portrait. She then laughed self-deprecatingly. “That’s what he looked like in my eyes at that time. If it were me in the present now, I wouldn’t have drawn his portrait at all.”

Shen Yan admired the painting on the phone. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she said with satisfaction, “I’d a pretty good job. By the way, you said that Fu Hang framed this painting. How is this possible? He clearly hates me the most.”

“Why would I lie to you?” Chen Nian took her phone back and deleted the picture decisively. She said to Shen Yan in a serious tone, “Yanyan, we can’t be fooled again. Don’t pay attention to Fu Hang, no matter what he does to you. He doesn’t deserve you at all. Maybe he’s thinking of a way to mess with you by framing the painting.”

Shen Yan felt that Fu Xiaoxiao would certainly do something like this. As for Fu Hang, she thought that he would not even bother because he did not even have her in his eyes at all.

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Fu Corporation.

Darkness enveloped the world as Fu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his right hand gently shaking his glass as he stared out, his heart faintly aching as he thought about the plot of the comic.

The night shrouded the world. Fu Hang stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. His right hand shook his wine glass gently, as he stared outside. His heart ached slightly, as he thought about the plot of the manga.

When did she start drawing manga?

Why hadn’t she told him anything?

The past her was just someone who lived in the Fu family residence and waited for him to come home every day. But now, she was a shining star who stood at the top of the world.

The Shen Yan who liked him seemed to have been killed by his own hands.

Fu Hang drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp. His leather shoes thumped, as he stepped on the marble floor. He walked to the table and looked at the portrait that Shen Yan had drawn for him. His heart ached more and more.

Shen Yan.

You can only like me!