Sheng Tang had been to Gu Shiting’s study several times.
Every time she came, she marveled at how tidy it was.
Although Sheng Tang appeared proper and elegant outside, her house would be a mess if not for the help of a housekeeper.
She had stayed at the Gu Family for some time and heard that Gu Shiting’s study was always organized by himself.
The west wall was a whole row of bookshelves stretching from the floor to the ceiling. Even with Gu Shiting’s height, he had to use a ladder to reach the books on the top shelf.
The books on the shelves were neatly arranged without a single one out of place.
Sheng Tang had flipped through a few of them casually, and it seemed that Gu Shiting had at least skimmed through most of his books.
All of his life for the past ten years was encapsulated in this room.
His shelves held nearly a thousand books, and he had read every single one. Of course, it was impossible to finish them all, as some were not to his liking.
Apart from the bookshelves, there was a desk, a set of sofas, and a coffee table, all of which were neatly arranged.
Beside the coffee table was a small stand filled with business magazines that Gu Shiting often read.
The study was as spacious as his bedroom. Every time Sheng Tang walked in, she felt that the tidiness made it seem a bit cold.
Today, however, was different.
His painting supplies were placed against the wall, with a colorful palette on the coffee table and a freshly completed painting on the easel.
"I painted it last night," Gu Shiting said. "I’ll put it in your room later; you don’t have much in the way of decoration."
Sheng Tang’s guest room was well-equipped, all chosen by Mrs. Gu.
But Gu Shiting thought those decorations were tacky and worthless.
He had stayed up all night to paint a picture for Sheng Tang.
Having learned oil painting, the painting was a scene of dawn. Under the pale blue sky, a woman sat sideways on a bench, surrounded by a lush green lawn with a few pale yellow flowers in bloom.
At the point where the sky met the earth, there was a large tree, its canopy taking up half the painting, with the sun peeking halfway over the treetop.
In both artistic conception and color, it was very beautiful.
Sheng Tang, who had some appreciation for art, knew the value of the painting. If it were shown publicly, it could win a significant prize.
"It’s really beautiful!" Sheng Tang said. "Senior brother, you’re truly a genius; you can do anything."
Gu Shiting smiled modestly.
Painting was nothing much to him.
"Besides oil painting, what else can you do?" Sheng Tang asked.
Gu Shiting thought for a moment. "In terms of painting?"
"Yes, painting."
"I can also do traditional Chinese painting," Gu Shiting said. "Do you want me to make a copy of ’A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains’ for you? I don’t have the original; it’s a national treasure, but I have a reproduction."
For others, it was just talk.
If Sheng Tang wanted it, Gu Shiting would really create a copy for her.
She quickly shook her head. "No, I don’t have the eye to appreciate that. This painting is already amazing, and I want just this one!"
Gu Shiting then asked her, "Do you think any part needs more work?"
In terms of painting, Sheng Tang was an absolute amateur.
She shook her head again. "It’s perfect, no need to add anything."
Gu Shiting took the painting down, dialed the intercom, and asked Song Chen to come up and take the painting to get framed, ready to be sent to Sheng Tang’s room the next day.
Song Chen agreed.
After he left, Sheng Tang and Gu Shiting continued chatting in the study.
He introduced some books to Sheng Tang.
Half an hour later, fireworks suddenly lit up outside the window.
Sheng Tang was slightly stunned.
She pulled Gu Shiting to the balcony railing, and they looked out at the dazzling fireworks together.
Song Chen and Gu Shiyan stood side by side on the open ground, admiring the view. Official source is novel·fıre·net
Especially Song Chen, who turned slightly to look at Gu Shiyan. Under the dim light, his gaze was as gentle as a pool of water that could melt anyone.
Seeing this, Gu Shiting complained to Sheng Tang, "Song Chen is sneaky! These fireworks were all mine, and he didn’t even use them up!"
Sheng Tang was speechless.
Young master, that’s not the point! How old are you and you still can’t catch the main idea?
She didn’t say it out loud, just thought Gu Shiting was as innocent as a child and laughed to herself.
"What are you laughing at?" Gu Shiting asked, puzzled.