You Are Deep in The Stars

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Liu Chunchun was obviously startled, but he quickly reacted and called Wang Yuanchen.

“The other party did not introduce himself, and his tone was quite bad,” Liu Chunchun described truthfully. “Do you think you should come back to deal with it in person, or should I call the police now?”

Wang Yuanchen disappeared from Han Zhuo’s eyes almost instantly.

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Liu Chunchun listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver, his expression and mood hard to describe. Although he knew this “assistant” always had a bad temper and was impatient with him, the other person was obviously an acquaintance of his. When an acquaintance came to the door, shouldn’t he at least tell someone how to handle it? Why would he hang up the phone without saying a word?!

The doorbell stopped ringing at this moment, but before Liu Chunchun could breathe a sigh of relief, footsteps came from behind him and the sound effect could be called a top horror movie.

The world seemed to freeze at this moment. Liu Chunchun turned around in shock and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him as if he were looking at a ghost. At the same time, Shi Tian was also looking at him up and down, as if he were examining a piece of furniture, a piece of cheap furniture that should not appear in this mansion anyway.

The security door was blown against the wall by the wind in the corridor. The fingerprint electronic lock with triple insurance seemed to have been cut by a high-temperature knife. The fracture was dark and neat, and there was still a faint red light—but Liu Chunchun obviously wouldn’t notice this distant detail. Since the other party could break in easily with such swagger, the only reasonable explanation he could think of was that the electronic lock had probably already recorded this person’s fingerprints. Was he an acquaintance?

So, he said with a good attitude, “You sit down first.”

Shi Tian: “…”

“Would you like tea?” Liu Chunchun asked again.

There were many easels scattered around the living room. Perhaps they were worried that the oil paint would spill on the floor, so the expensive wool floor mats were rolled into the corners. The shiny floor was covered with expired magazines, and an idiot young man wearing an apron with dirty oil paint was standing alone. Shi Tian shook his head, “You should really disappear from here immediately.”

Liu Chunchun replied, “I think so too.”

“Do you know who I am?” Shi Tian sat on the sofa.

Of course, Liu Chunchun didn’t know, but he still took out a can of drink from the refrigerator as a sign of hospitality. “Mr. Wang will not be back until very late. Are you sure you want to wait here?”

Shi Tian did not answer his question, and his eyes fell on the corner where many picture frames were piled messily. Many of them were… naked men, young, relaxed, and charming, lying lazily and casually on the sofa, like a free and willful animal, a beautiful swan.

“Ahem!” Liu Chunchun took two steps forward and quietly pulled off a piece of cloth to cover the assistant in the painting.

“Do you know why you can hold an art exhibition?” Shi Tian looked at him. “Because of me.”

When he said this, his expression did not look too villainous, and could even be called easy-going, but it felt to Liu Chunchun as if ten tons of bomb had exploded at the same time.

Because it was really hard for him to forget what Bai Xi said at that time about the kidnapping conspiracy hidden behind the Moses Gallery.

So, Liu Chunchun probed, “Are you the owner of Moses Gallery?”

Shi Tian did not deny it.

“If so, thank you so much.” Liu Chunchun burst into tears with gratitude. He pulled up a chair and sat across from Shi Tian, but he couldn’t help complaining, “But I don’t know why, my assistant and friends don’t allow me to show up and say I need to maintain a sense of mystery.” He helped the other party to drink, and then asked, “Are you here specifically to find me?”

Shi Tian said, “You are very close.”

“Hm? With who? Mr. Wang?” Liu Chunchun decisively denied. “We are just a business partnership.”

Shi Tian glanced at the pile of blocked picture frames again.

Liu Chunchun understood what he meant and took the initiative. “I am a painter.”

“I had no interest in you originally,” Shi Tian looked into his eyes, and his tone gradually oozed coolness, “But for these paintings, I don’t mind getting to know you better.”

“Really?” Liu Chunchun stood up, smiling brightly. “Which one do you like? I’ll pack it up and send it to Moses Gallery right away.”

Shi Tian stretched out his hand to him.

“There are still some paintings in the hall for the community art exhibition. I’ll move them back right away.” Liu Chunchun walked to the door. “Wait ten minutes… no, five minutes! I’ll be back right away.”

He walked calmly and quickly, as if he didn’t notice anything unusual. Unfortunately, this cover-up didn’t have much effect. The moment he was about to step out of the door, a huge force suddenly hit him from behind, like the roaring waves of a tsunami. Before he could respond, he was heavily rolled up and thrown into the air.

With a short exclamation, Liu Chunchun fell to the ground, and the picture frame under him smashed to pieces. Severe pain spread to every corner of his body. His eyes turned black, and he felt like he had returned to the unlucky night of the tunnel car accident.

There was another loud “bang” in his ears, and Liu Chunchun reluctantly opened his eyes with a painful look, just in time to see Wang Yuanchen punching hard, almost hitting the uninvited guest into the wall.

“Get out of my house immediately!” Wang Yuanchen grabbed Shi Tian’s shirt collar with one hand and pushed him against the wall, gritting his teeth.

“Why? Don’t you want to go home with me?” Shi Tian sighed. Blood was dripping from his nose and there were some bruises on his face, but he looked calm, as if he felt no pain at all.

Wang Yuanchen threw him out of the door, then slammed it tightly, letting the heavy security door continue to make annoying banging sounds under the influence of the wind.

Liu Chunchun moved with difficulty, struggled with the last bit of strength to press the indoor alarm, and then rolled his eyes and fainted.

So, Mr. Wang, who was in an extremely bad mood, not only had to take him to the hospital, but was also responsible for explaining to the building security and the police who came after hearing the news what was going on in the mess at home.

“I don’t know how this thief broke in,” Wang Yuanchen said expressionlessly, pointing at the dark door lock. “I don’t know what kind of advanced cutting tool this is.”

The property manager was sweating coldly and could only apologize continuously, saying they would definitely strengthen security in the future and would never let strangers in.