109: Chapter 109 Clear to Cloudy 109: Chapter 109 Clear to Cloudy He had actually slept until now before waking!

Bo Jingshen stared at the hands of the clock in the living room and, after a while, realized that he had slept till this late.

He reached for his phone, which was in his pocket and still carried a charge.

It was just on silent mode, so there were quite a few missed calls and unread messages piled up.

He didn’t rush to check them, but his attention was drawn to the mint green enamel milk pot covered on the table.

Bo Jingshen reached out and peeled off the sticky note attached to the lid of the pot.

The sticky note was pink, and with a water-based pen, someone had written in elegant handwriting: “If the hangover soup has gotten cold, heat it up on the stove before you drink, and there are new toothbrushes and towels in the cabinet under the sink in the master bedroom’s bathroom.”

The hangover soup in the enamel pot had indeed gone cold, but Bo Jingshen did not heat it up.

Instead, he directly opened the lid and drank the soup in the pot, gulp by gulp.

It wasn’t actually very tasty.

It was not the kind of elaborately stewed, slow-cooked soup to begin with, and it had gotten cold.

Besides, Su Xiaolu’s cooking skills were clearly lackluster, so the soup really didn’t taste very good.

But Bo Jingshen still drank it, gulp by gulp, as if it were some sort of delicacy, and finished all the soup in the pot.

The corners of his mouth curved into a slight smile, one of contentment.

Then he planned to do what the sticky note suggested and go fetch the towel and toothbrush to take a shower.

A little pink sticky note, which he did not have the heart to throw away, was carefully folded and slipped into his pocket.

But Bo Jingshen headed into the wrong room, opening a door not to the master bedroom, but to a…

studio.

As soon as the door opened, he was greeted by the faint scents of paint and turpentine wafting inside.

The studio had floor-to-ceiling windows, very bright and excellently illuminated.

There wasn’t much other furniture; by the window, against the wall, there was a small five-tier shelf with many tiny pots of plants on it, some with translucent, variously colored succulents, as well as vibrantly colored carnivorous plants, and large pots of lush devil’s ivy and money plant.

Also, by the window on the floor, there lay a piece of long-furred rug that looked particularly comfortable, with several cushions placed on it.

Next to the rug was a small bookshelf crammed with books stacked haphazardly.

This was a very comfortable corner, exuding a very relaxing vibe, as if one could imagine how cozy and comforting it must be for someone to curl up on the carpet, leaning against soft pillows, while haphazardly browsing through favorite books from the bookshelf.

On another wall were many framed paintings, of various sizes.

Some frames contained paintings with just a few simple strokes of color achieving pinpoint catchiness, presenting an elegance that was both minimalist and clear.

Others were carefully crafted with thick layers of oil paint, creating wonderful depth and drawing the viewer into the scene as if they were right there.

The frames hanging on the wall were all quite beautiful, surely chosen with great care.

Meanwhile, some frames were not hung but rather leaned against the wall, looking less painstaking—seemingly casual works the owner had done in their free time.

Some had even turned out poorly and were left undealt with, stacked in a pile.

The easel stood in the middle of the room, bearing a painting that was nearly complete.

Bo Jingshen glanced at it and then couldn’t take his eyes away.

“This is…” he walked up and gently touched the canvas.

It depicted a seaside at night.

Not the kind with a profound atmosphere, but one that felt alive with the essence of life, even featuring a fried squid stall…

But the night sky was filled with stars, reflecting twinkling points upon the sea’s surface.

Bo Jingshen recognized it at first glance—it was the seaside of Hai City.

He and Su Lu had visited the seaside in Hai City before.

She had even drawn the car they parked by the sea, and vaguely, one could see that a person was depicted sitting in the passenger seat—that was him.

Bo Jingshen felt that the oil paint on the canvas had already dried considerably.

After a moment of thought, he took the canvas down.

In a short while, he found a new towel and toothbrush under the sink in the master bedroom’s bathroom.

He took a comfortable bath, washing away all the fatigue.

When he came out of the bathroom, he then remembered that his phone seemed to be piled up with many missed calls and unread messages he hadn’t checked.

Bo Jingshen then went to the living room coffee table to pick up his phone.

Staying in Su Lu’s house, it indeed wasn’t very big, but he felt quite comfortable here—somehow, he didn’t find it cramped at all.

It was as if even the unpleasantness brought about by the news he heard from Tang Cheng last night had also disappeared.

Especially now, having washed away all the weariness, he felt even more comfortable and content.

Only, this mood did not last long after he saw the missed calls and unread messages on his phone.

The expression on Bo Jingshen’s face, the previously content curves, froze, as if chilled in an instant, spreading a cold temperature.

At that moment, his phone just happened to ring.

Like the unread messages and missed calls, it was from Jing Ruo.

Bo Jingshen swiped the screen to answer the call.

“…” He was silent.

Jing Ruo was silent for two seconds on the other end, “Brother?”

“Speak.”

Even hearing just a cold, single syllable from Bo Jingshen’s voice made Jing Ruo breathe a sigh of relief, “You finally answered your phone.

Where have you been all this time, I couldn’t reach you.”

“…” Bo Jingshen remained silent.

Jing Ruo was used to it; her brother was never one to answer questions he deemed pointless, so if she spoke about something he found trivial, it would usually be ignored.

Jing Ruo went straight to the point, “Did you see the message I sent you?

I didn’t have confirmed news before, but now I do.”

Of course, Bo Jingshen had seen the message she sent.

It was precisely because he saw her message that his mood had turned from sunny to cloudy in an instant.

In the message, Jing Ruo stated that she had learned Boss might have to come to Feng City personally because of the opening of a new branch there.

Any news about Jing Ce could almost instantly upset Bo Jingshen.

And now, the confirmed news that Jing Ruo brought did just that.

Jing Ruo said on the phone, “I just got a call from him, his plane arrives tomorrow.”

Yesterday, Bo Jingshen had already learned some news from Beijing through Tang Cheng, and at that time, Tang Cheng had guessed that when the Boss branch office opened in Feng City, someone from Beijing would definitely come.

However, Bo Jingshen did not expect Tang Cheng’s prediction to come true so quickly, with confirmed news arriving today.

But then again, being from that circle in Beijing, Tang Cheng was always well-informed.

What Bo Jingshen had not anticipated at all was that Jing Ce intended to come in person!