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Chapter 88 Confrontation
"Is Mr. Chen busy?"

After hearing the sound, Chen Yiqian raised his eyelids, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

He didn't show his face, slightly raised the corners of his lips, circling with Meng Gan: "Why do you want to call me today?"

There seemed to be a chuckle of disdain on the other end of the phone, and then the voice of hanging up came from the other side again.

"For a dinner party, why don't you know how to hand me an invitation?"

Chen Yiqian suppressed the smile on his lips, slightly raised his hand to refill a cup of tea for himself, the tea leaves were churning in the cup, slowly rising and falling.

His eyes were fixed on the rolling water droplets, and when he spoke again, he felt a lot more at ease: "I thought, you are not very interested in these occasions, let alone you are not suitable for drinking now."

"Recently, I happen to be interested in this aspect. I, my younger brother, rushed over, so I won't embarrass you too much, right?" Meng Gan pretended not to hear the obstruction in Chen Yiqian's mouth, but followed the conversation directly.

"It's up to you." Chen Yiqian's face didn't change, but his hand holding the teacup was lightly tightened, and he said casually: "Yaoyao has been married to me for so long, and I haven't formally introduced it to you. Taking advantage of tomorrow's occasion, you just come over to recognize your sister-in-law."

Meng Gan clenched his fists in the dark, his nails inserted into his palms, almost piercing the most superficial flesh.

He took a deep breath, pretending that he didn't hear the subtext in Chen Yiqian's mouth: "Really? The wedding hasn't happened yet, so I can't say sister-in-law."

"There's a difference of ten days and half a month. There's nothing to worry about. The wedding will definitely send you an invitation card and a special seat."

Chen Yiqian deliberately emphasized the words "special seats", as if to clearly remind him that there is an insurmountable gap between him and Shen Yao, and he, Meng Gan, must not cross even half a point.

The scorching irritability gradually rose, Meng Gan put his canine teeth against his lower lip, closed his eyelids, he didn't want to listen to Chen Yiqian's sharp words like blades, and hung up the phone with stiff fingers.

He moved his eyes to the canvas in front of him again, as if he had found the backbone, and carefully removed the white cloth that was previously covered with both hands.

His bony fingers trembled slightly, and inadvertently drew a white mark at the moment it covered the canvas. It was about three centimeters long, but it was not obvious on the painted canvas.

Meng Gan pulled down the paper in front of him expressionlessly, clenched it into a ball with one hand, and threw it beside the wastebasket.

The wastebasket has been stuffed tightly with balls of canvas. Some are painted with drafts, and some are covered with more than half of gouache. He was ruthlessly discarded directly.

Under the light of the incandescent lamp in the studio, Meng Gan looked at the waste paper that had passed through the wastebasket, and suddenly his mind was shaken. He calmed down his thoughts on painting, and thought of it unconsciously in his heart.

Did Shen Yao just throw him into the wastebasket just like he did with the waste manuscript, even though this waste manuscript was almost perfect.

Meng Gan turned his eyes to the white paper that had been relaid in front of him again, and tapped his index finger on the drawing board: "It doesn't matter if she doesn't remember, as long as I remember."

He will make Shen Yao remember, no matter in what way.

(End of this chapter)