Madam is a dandy, Mr. Shen loves her so much

Chapter 34 You promised not to be angry with me

The Cen family has jade carving skills that have been passed down from generation to generation, and talents have emerged from generation to generation.

In Cen Xuan's generation, Mr. Cen and Cen Qingmu are both leaders.

Even if Shen Jiyuan doesn't pay attention to this industry, he only needs to enter the word Cen family.

The first message that pops up is about Cen Xuan.

She has been gifted since she was a child. She picked up a carving knife at the age of five and was able to complete works independently at the age of eight.

Mr. Cen often took her with him and participated in countless jade carving exhibitions, large and small.

The first time Cen Xuan became famous was when she was sixteen years old.

He became famous because of his participation in the work of jade carving master Fang Hongcheng.

Among the works, the most difficult one to carve is the fish body that transforms into a dragon body. It is extremely delicate and lifelike.

To this day, Fish Leaping over the Dragon Gate is still on display in the largest gem museum in Jianghuai.

Because of that work, Cen Xuan was called a jade carving expert by the media.

Praise her for her poise and superb skills beyond her years in the creation of her works.

Some people have even said that in the next ten years, Cen Xuan, a rising star, will dominate the entire jade carving industry.

Unexpectedly, within two years, the Cen family would send her to study abroad, with no intention of her inheriting the family business.

Since then, Cen Xuan has not produced any works. Instead, Cen Yao slowly entered the industry after successfully graduating from the Academy of Fine Arts.

Now he is also a slightly famous jade carver.

Shen Jiyuan noticed her trembling right hand, lifted a chair with one hand and sat down opposite her.

"What is the psychological problem you mentioned before?"

Cen Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at the right hand holding the carving knife, his expression gradually blurring.

"You have been abroad for such a long time and have not been able to relieve it on your own. To put it bluntly, external intervention is still needed."

Shen Jiyuan said and stretched out his hand towards her.

The palms spread out on the table have distinct joints, and the slender fingers glow like white porcelain in the sun.

She glanced at it, but before she could take the next step, the man reached over and held her hand.

"What goes through your mind when you hold the carving knife?"

The next second, Cen Xuan, who was sitting in front of the workbench, began to wander.

She knew what she had always feared, every time she picked up the carving knife.

All that appeared before her eyes was red, the color of blood.

The red is so bright and weird that it makes people shudder.

The fear that spread from the bottom of my heart enveloped my whole body, and my right hand began to shake even more violently than before.

Shen Jiyuan felt the trembling of her fingertips, and sweat was already falling on the forehead of the girl in front of him.

He held her hand tightly, and his fingertips gently danced on her wrist, slowly soothing her emotions.

The bright and warm sunshine shone on the two of them through the glass, bringing a bit of warmth.

Shen Jiyuan was very patient, and his expression showed no impatience, as calm as the slowly passing river.

The ancient clock hanging on the wall struck the first bell of twelve noon.

The sound awakened Cen Xuan, who was immersed in his own world.

She looked up and saw that the ancient clock hanging on the wall looked a little out of place in the modernly decorated room.

In addition to the clock, there are many quaint little ornaments throughout the room.

These things were, without exception, very much to her liking.

The clock on the wall was something she saw two days ago when she and Ji Yan went to an antique store.

She liked it very much, but she thought there was no suitable place to put it, so she didn't buy it.

"Shen Jiyuan."

She suddenly shouted.

"Ah."

Their eyes met, Cen Xuan's eyes were full of seriousness.

"Can I trust you?"

Her tone was very soft, but it was still clear in the quiet room.

There was a hint of a smile on his brows, and he hooked her fingertips with his fingers, intertwining their fingers. Cen Xuan could feel the heat transmitted from his palms.     “I am your husband.”

They are the closest people and should be in harmony with each other without any grudges.

Cen Xuan lowered her head and smiled, her eyes no longer concealed when she looked at him.

No matter what happens in the future, she chooses to believe in Shen Jiyuan now.

"My mother committed suicide in my father's studio, when I became an adult."

To this day, Cen Xuan can replay in her mind the scene she saw when she pushed the door open.

Bai Hua chose the cruelest way to die. After cutting off her right wrist, she stabbed the main artery in her neck with a knife.

The gushing red color splashed and dyed almost half of the room, and also dyed Cen Qingmu's unfinished white jade Guanyin red.

She couldn't close her eyes when she was dying. Her eyes were widened, but there was a relieved smile on her lips.

"After that, I had a high fever for a week, and I dreamed about the scene in the studio that day over and over again. When I recovered from the illness, I would touch the jade carving again. As long as I picked up the carving knife, the scene would repeat in my mind."

The uncontrollable fear made her almost unable to control her right hand.

Mr. Cen took care of her emotions and did not force her anymore.

In order to get her out of the haze of her mother's suicide, she was directly sent to study abroad.

"Do you have a deep relationship with your mother?"

Unexpectedly, Cen Xuan shook his head gently.

She didn't want to go into details, and Shen Jiyuan didn't force her.

But Shen Jiyuan did not let her mental disorder go unnoticed.

He tapped his fingers on the table twice and said, "My methods may be a little tougher, do you mind?"

Cen Xuan smiled slightly and said, "If you can really help me, I'll beg for it."

Shen Jiyuan has been able to reach this day because of his extraordinary skills that ordinary people can't achieve.

Since she can't think of a way to solve this problem herself, it's okay to listen to other people's opinions.

Shen Jiyuan looked at her and repeated again, "Promise not to be angry with me."

Cen Xuan smiled and agreed, "Okay."

The man then stood up and reached out to rub her head.

After he left, Cen Xuan opened her sleeves, and the wound she had just cut to control her emotions was slowly bleeding out.

She pulled up her sleeves to cover her. In the past two years, she had tried almost every therapy that could overcome her psychological barriers.

But almost always with little success.

The authorities are obsessed, and bystanders may be able to provide better solutions.

……

When Ji Yan's phone number was called for the fifth time, Cen Xuan finally got free to answer the call.

"Ancestor, I thought something happened to you." Ji Zhuo let out a long sigh.

Cen Xuan smiled and said, "I was busy just now."

The people over there didn't ask any questions and just spoke happily.

"Song Li has made a game, we are all classmates, come out and sit around."

Cen Xuan glanced at the time on the wall clock.

"Okay, send me the address."

She went to Qingshan Hospital as soon as she returned to Jianghuai, and she didn't have time to get together with her former friends.

"Do you want to bring your husband with you? Those people have asked me several times." Ji Yan asked.

Cen Xuan got up and went downstairs, and saw a man fastening cufflinks in the entrance hall.

"Are you going to the company?"

Shen Jiyuan changed his shoes and said, "There are a few documents on the table for you to take a look at. If you have any questions, I will explain them to you when I come back."

Cen Xuan followed his gaze back and saw a thick pile of documents on the coffee table.

She blinked.

How many portions are they called?

(End of this chapter)