The Cannon Fodder Doesn't Want to Return to the Rich Family (Translated)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Lu Yao closed his eyes, pressed his forehead, and took a moment to clear his mind before slowly opening his eyes.

Seeing Lu Yao wake up, You Yu, who had been pleading with Ye Muqing, suddenly had an idea and turned to Lu Yao with anticipation.

"Desk mate, could you..."

Lu Yao replied calmly, "No."

You Yu: "... I haven't finished speaking yet."

Lu Yao: "But I can refuse in advance."

Although Lu Yao had already refused before You Yu could make his request, You Yu persisted.

Lu Yao, unable to endure the constant nagging all afternoon, finally gave in. He opened his WeChat on his phone and handed it to You Yu. "Do it yourself."

He then buried his face in his arms on the desk, feeling as if he could understand why Sun Wukong sometimes got so irritated with Tang Seng.

Jiang Bai, who had taken the day off because he wasn't feeling well, was on his way to the kitchen to get some water when he saw the image on his phone. His face went pale instantly.

"Crash!"

The glass he was holding slipped from his hand and shattered loudly on the floor.

Jiang Bai looked darkly at the new profile picture Lu Yao had just changed. This profile picture was well-known across the internet as a couple's avatar.

He had seen a couple among his WeChat friends using this same profile picture.

He opened Lu Yao's Moments and saw that someone who rarely posted had unusually shared a post saying, "Hand in hand, growing old together."

Jiang Bai's eyes turned dark as if all the light had been drained from them.

Hearing the sound of a glass shattering outside, the housekeeper hurried out of the kitchen.

Housekeeper: "What happened? Did you get hurt?"

Jiang Bai's eyes were cold as he suppressed his voice. "It's fine. Please clean up the mess."

After saying this, he walked up the stairs and returned to his studio upstairs.

Seeing this scene in the living room, Grandpa Jiang frowned in confusion.

This kid seemed a bit strange recently. Since he returned from his trip to Shancheng, his emotions had been much more volatile than before.

On the second floor, in the studio.

Jiang Bai's long, slender fingers slowly lifted, and the warm pads of his fingers gently glided over the cold paper in front of him.

The painting in front of him was something he had completed in one go last night, working nearly half the night on it.

The painting depicted a boy with a sky-blue headband and an outstandingly stern face, leaping high with a basketball held above his head, his deep gaze fixed on the basket.

Although there were other people on the basketball court, their faces had been intentionally blurred by Jiang Bai. The most striking feature of the entire painting was the boy's figure.

Nearby, many exquisite and beautifully detailed paintings were displayed, each depicting the same person despite different scenes.

Looking at the boy in the painting, Jiang Bai's eyes were filled with tenderness.

But thinking about what he had just seen, his eyes darkened again.

Before meeting Lu Yao, Jiang Bai's life seemed shrouded in layers of gray mist, with no discernible joy or sorrow.