RPAGF Chapter 215 Portrait of a Girl
Chapter 215 Portrait of a Girl
Cheng Ai leaned lazily against him and sighed softly, "I'm so amazing, who would dare to bully me? Today, Chi Mo made me practice crying scenes, but I couldn't cry, so I went to the company cafeteria chef and asked for some chili water. Don't ask, just know that it worked so well that I couldn't stop crying."
Ye Jingke's eye twitched, and he hugged her tightly. "You've worked hard, but you must never hurt yourself like this again."
"Don't worry, I don't want to experience that burning sensation again," Cheng Ai joked, then changed the subject, "How many people know about Zheyi's injury?"
Ye Jingke took the ice pack from the maid and replied, "I've had the news covered up. Apart from the relevant staff and doctors, no one outside knows about it."
Cheng Ai let the other person help reduce the swelling in her eyes. "So, are you planning to use my jade hairpin to treat him, or should we have Zhao Nan change the guest?"
Ye Jingke carried her to the dining table, and the maid immediately served the dishes.
He remained silent for a long time before cautiously asking, "May I borrow your jade hairpin?"
Cheng Ai nudged his nose, indicating that he should do it himself.
Ye Jingke gently removed the jade hairpin from the other person's head, and the smooth hair cascaded down. He swallowed hard. "The company is not doing well. I need Zheyi to make money for me."
"Pfft." Cheng Ai laughed so hard she almost fell over. If she hadn't caught the table quickly, she probably would have fallen. "He's been so busy these days that he hasn't even had time for breakfast. How can you say that with a clear conscience?"
Suddenly, a thought struck her. She removed the ice pack, her eyes widening. "Could it be that you've been pushing him to get enough sleep, which is why he was so lethargic during the day and had this accident?"
Ye Jingke's face immediately darkened. "Zheyi accidentally angered a great ibis, and while escaping, he unfortunately fell into an orangutan's den, where he had two ribs broken, and was rushed to the hospital for treatment."
He patted Cheng Ai's head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, "Although the company is not as good as before, even a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and its financial strength is still far superior to those third-rate small companies outside."
Eight dishes and a soup were served. Ye Jingke scooped up a spoonful of mixed tofu soup with a porcelain spoon, blew on it thoughtfully, and brought it to her lips. "Haven't you noticed? No matter where you are, you and Zheyi receive the best treatment. This is one of the reasons why artists want to squeeze into Shengding International."
Cheng Ai snatched the porcelain spoon and drank her soup and ate her rice herself, pouting and muttering, "I thought you only gave me special treatment!"
Ye Jingke raised an eyebrow, picked up a chicken wing and placed it on the plate in front of her. "I'm all yours, aren't you satisfied?"
Cheng Ai gave a coquettish laugh, her expression extremely proud, "It's so-so!"
Ye Jingke didn't say anything more and ate his meal quietly.
Afterwards, he used a teleportation talisman to send Zhong Zheyi a jade hairpin, spent money to silence all the eyewitnesses, and returned to the Imperial Manor.
Ye Jingke didn't linger. He quickly took a shower and changed his clothes, took a deep look at Cheng Ai who was already fast asleep, and drove to his grandmother's house.
He should have gone there a long time ago, but time was too short, and it has been delayed until now.
My maternal grandmother and my mother had completely different personalities. One was a bold and strong woman, while the other was a talented woman from a prestigious family who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
It was precisely because her mother was too weak that she was bullied to death by that person!
Ye Jingke's uncle was quite polite to him. After leading him to the library, the uncle went back to his room.
The shelves on both sides of the library are filled with precious books; any one of them would be a collector's dream.
But Ye Jingke didn't even look at it. He walked straight to the innermost wall, pressed the button that was blocked by a book, and entered the hidden door.
Ascend a winding staircase and arrive at the carved wooden door at the end.
The wooden door was tightly secured by a strange lock. His mother had told him that the lock was impervious to water and fire, and could not be forcibly removed; the key was made from the blood of his own family.
Having shared life and death with Cheng Ai multiple times, Ye Jingke had long since become immune to certain types of pain.
He bit his fingertip and dripped blood onto the keyhole. With a crisp sound, the wooden door opened.
A dazzling array of gold and silver jewels are scattered all around, and famous historical sites adorn three of the walls.
On the wall in the very center was a portrait of a girl wearing a dark blue ancient-style dress, and the blue teardrop mark on her forehead was exactly the same as Cheng Ai's.
Ye Jingke was stunned by the painting, and he had no memory of it at all.
The girl's outfit is so similar to Cheng Ai's, could there be some connection between the two?
Time was of the essence, so he didn't think too much about it. He found the shelf specifically for books on metaphysics and squatted down to read them.
However, after turning just a few pages, he felt an unbearable pain in his chest.
Ye Jingke unbuttoned his shirt, and the mark of the amethyst bow reappeared. Although there was a faint blue light on it that could resist it, it was clearly at a disadvantage.
The book he was holding fell to the ground, and he curled up in pain, his face ashen.
Purple Mushroom once said that the amethyst bow was originally his magical weapon, so why does it always oppose him?
"Hurry, let's go find her!"
The sudden sound startled Ye Jingke. There was no one in the secret room. Who was speaking?
"Bring her here, and get out of here quickly!"
Without a second thought, Ye Jingke quickly put the books back on the shelf and scrambled out of the library.
The next second, the pain in his chest disappeared, and the mark of the crystal bow was gone.
At the same time, the portrait of the girl in the secret room of the library disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Ye Jingke steadied himself, greeted the housekeeper, and drove home.
The lingering nerve pain didn't completely disappear until I lay down in bed.
The two sentences kept echoing in his mind in the secret room, and he was full of doubt.
Whom does that thing want me to go to? And who does it want me to bring with me?
If it's the same person, isn't that too contradictory?
With these questions in mind, Ye Jingke held Cheng Ai and slept fitfully all night, but still couldn't figure it out.
Early in the morning, he called his uncle, but the answer he received was that there was never any portrait of a young girl in the secret room.
Ye Jingke told Cheng Ai about this strange incident, and the latter said she would accompany him again when she had time.
An ordinary weekend ended with Chi Mo busy instructing two newcomers on acting skills.
On Monday morning, Ye Jingke packed his luggage, while Cheng Ai stood in front of the mirror, repeatedly trying on different outfits.
Just before they were leaving, the maid hurriedly called them back and handed them a butterfly pendant. "Miss Cheng, I found this when I was doing your laundry the other day. Would you like to take it with you?"