CHAPTER 904: CHAPTER 903: CAN’T BLAME YOU FOR BEING TOO CHARMING

"This painting is fresh with oil and ink, its theme stands out, and should have been painted recently. Combining elements like sunlight, forests, stream birds, its style, and the timing of the international oil painting exhibition, it’s not hard to guess that it’s an entry. Someone like my aunt, a globally renowned painter, would surely be on the invite list for such an exhibition."

"President Bo indeed possesses uncommon taste."

Xia Hewan praised.

Unexpectedly, he really understands art, breaking her narrow stereotype of businessmen. Like Zhuoxuan, though supportive of her artistic dreams, he remains oblivious to her work, with his mind occupied by business transactions and profit. Sometimes, when forced to glance at a few artworks, he only estimates their monetary value, exuding the scent of money.

She thought all businessmen were the same, lacking the ability to appreciate art and only knowing to prioritize profit.

Unexpectedly, she encountered an exception today, and it was her younger peer.

So young, yet thriving in business and also exploring the world of art, with a keen mind and meticulous observation, truly outstanding. Previously, she only heard of his name, but now, having met him, she wholeheartedly admires him. He’s truly worthy of being the youngest tycoon in the Imperial Capital and the most outstanding young talent. No wonder Wen Yan is so proud of him; if she had such a son, she’d talk about him all the time. Sadly, among her three children, none are interested in painting.

The CEO’s flattery isn’t bad, huh? Even better than hers, and her mom seems quite pleased.

Ye Xian’s eyes twinkled, already imagining her mom accepting his praise.

"Could we ask President Bo to comment on this painting?"

"It would be an honor. The painting, though titled ’Afternoon Forest’, finds its highlight in this beam of light entering the small window. It uses geometric shapes and equal forms to create a static composition that traps the eye, yet transitions into a dynamic gradient with added interesting elements that disperse the visual center in the forest. The lines are rhythmically rich, making the whole scene balance beautifully, rendering a lifelike atmosphere..."

Listening to the man’s eloquent discourse, looking at his focused profile, Ye Xian became absent-minded.

This noble man, with every word graceful and articulate, filled with artistic charm, was the same person who made her call to hear him speak last night?

She was entranced, prompting Aunt Tao to hurriedly remind her from the side, "Miss, be careful not to cut your fingers!"

Bo Tingshen turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over, startling Ye Xian to immediately put down the small knife, her eyes blinking innocently at him... Wrong, she won’t continue slicing.

How could someone be so charming that she gets carried away just by looking...?

Originally, Ye Shaowen intended to embarrass Bo Tingshen, but instead, it highlighted him in front of their mother, who seemed increasingly appreciative of him.

He was even more annoyed, "Mom, stop asking, be careful he runs out of words to use!"

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Ye Xian looked at him in confusion. At this point, her second brother still wasn’t convinced?

Others also noticed that he was deliberately causing trouble.

But Bo Tingshen didn’t care, which made Ye Shaowen seem petty in comparison, causing Xia Hewan to glare at Ye Shaowen, "President Bo, don’t mind us, let’s continue viewing the painting."

"Mom..."

Ye Xian watched Ye Shaowen’s vexed look and Bo Tingshen’s calm demeanor, quietly picking up a piece of melon, becoming a spectator.

Why does it feel like her second brother and the CEO... are like a concubine and the empress in a palace drama? The concubine frequently makes things difficult for the empress, but unfortunately, the empress is so powerful, delivering a face-smacking comeback every time, exactly the same. Before, she only saw women in such acting scenes, but now she was witnessing the rare strategic confrontation between two men. Interesting, interesting!

She was contentedly ready to watch the show when Bo Tingshen suddenly withdrew his smile and walked towards her.

Ye Xian was chewing on watermelon, "?"

"Miss Ye, may I try a piece?"

Ye Xian almost choked on her watermelon juice at his request, quickly nodding, "Of course, please help yourself!"

Bo Tingshen looked at the plate of melon, and Ye Xian looked at him. A few seconds later, she realized... he wasn’t moving, waiting for her to hand it to him?

She picked up a piece, and when Bo Tingshen took it, he deliberately pinched her fingertips, a jolt of electricity coursing through her, making Ye Xian’s cheeks turn crimson.

Zhu Shanshan came over to take some watermelon, softly teasing in her ear, "Blushing so easily? Truly the pure Xiao Xianxian, so prone to being teased!"

"Ahem ahem~"

She cleared her throat, pretending she was choking on the watermelon juice. Xia Hewan saw her flushed face and chuckled, shaking her head.

President Bo is so outstanding, it’s no wonder even the innocent Xianxian fell for him.

"By the way, Xianxian, I also painted an oil painting for you a while ago. It’s been drying and I haven’t shown it to you yet. Aunt Tao, please fetch it from my studio."

"You painted one for me? When?"

Ye Xian looked at her curiously, how come she didn’t know?

"The last time you fell asleep on the sofa while reading a script, the scene was so beautiful I had to capture it."

Aunt Tao brought down a framed painting, gently peeling off the protective covering to reveal a vivid depiction of a sleeping girl.

Bo Tingshen’s gaze froze instantly.

In the painting, the girl was dressed in a thin pink sweater, revealing her slender, straight legs crossed on the sofa. The strong contrast of light and shadow highlighted her porcelain-smooth skin. She lightly held a page in hand, a few pages already on the floor. Her head rested on the sofa, her eyes slightly closed, eyelashes seeming both still and slightly fluttering, with pretty pink lips parted gently, a graceful neck extension leading to a distinct collarbone, sketching a unique curve belonging to a young girl.

His gaze traveled inch by inch over the painting, and Bo Tingshen’s hand instinctively clenched, as if trying to grasp something.

"Wow! It’s so alike, Mom, as expected from you!"

Ye Xian was astonished at the likeness.

Xia Hewan, seeing Bo Tingshen’s eyes glued to the painting, smiled slightly, "President Bo, what do you think of this piece?"

"From an artistic perspective, it’s flawless, but from a personal angle, Aunt only captured one ten-thousandth of Xianxian’s charm."

What?

The words stunned everyone, and Ye Xian stared at him in surprise, what are you saying? Quickly retract that! Instead of praising Mom more, you’re actually striking at her? Are you afraid she’d approve of us being together?

"Hahahaha!"

The sofa resounded with Ye Shaowen’s merciless ridicule, "Truly an outsider, criticizing Mom’s internationally top-level portrait skills is your place?"

Xia Hewan: "Is there...is there anything flawed with my painting?"

"No." Bo Tingshen gently nodded, "Aunt, pardon my boldness, but to me, Xianxian is an unparalleled treasure. No painting in the world could capture even the slightest fraction of her beauty in my heart."