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1She did not wait for an answer, nor was she discouraged. She continued to look at the painting, "His eyes are really beautiful, just like Mr Ling's. I really like Mr Ling's black eyes, but I also like his grey eyes. "    3

    

The pair of dark phoenix eyes stared intently at the silver-gray eyes on the painting.    

    

"Beautiful?" Ling Jing sneered. Was she beautiful with eyes of this color? In his eyes, there was nothing uglier than this eye!    

    

However, she was talking about how beautiful she was, and even said that she liked that gray color?! Did she even know what she was talking about?    

    

"Yeah, it's pretty. If Mr Ling's eyes were grey, they would be as pretty as the eyes in the painting!" She spoke very seriously.    

    

His entire body trembled as if he was struck by lightning, and he was unable to say anything for a long time.    

    

"Mr Ling, can you give this painting to me?" she said suddenly.    

    

He was stunned for a moment. Although the little guy always liked to stick close to him, it rarely asked for anything. Usually, she would voluntarily give him things. For example, her toys, her favorite snacks, her collection of cartoons, CDs, etc.    

    

"Why this painting?" he murmured to her.    

    

"Because the people in the painting look like Mr Ling! "Looking at this picture, it's like looking at Mr Ling when he grows up." She already had Mr Ling's picture, so she still wanted a picture of him in the future.    

    

He lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the portrait that recorded the passage of time. This man, even until his death, probably never thought that after he died, there would still be people who would go crazy because of him.    

    

Then... He had done something forbidden!    

    

"Okay, take it away if you want. If you don't want it in the future, just burn it." His voice was ice-cold disgust — disgust at the painting!    

    

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"I heard that you gave that painting to Xi?" Ling Pengtian spoke up during dinner.    

    

"Yes." Ling Jing replied plainly.    

    

"You seem to care a lot about that picture. I thought you wouldn't give it away." Ling Pengtian said.    

    

Care? Rather than being concerned, it would be more appropriate to say that she was disgusted with him. "It's just a painting, there's nothing to be concerned about."    

    

"You don't seem to like this uncle of yours. Jing, can you tell me why?" Ling Pengtian asked. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the crowd, as he stared straight at Ling Jing, "Your eyes are the same color as his. Logically speaking, you should feel closer, right?"    

    

The hands holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened, but Ling Jing still maintained a certain level of calm, "I don't need a reason to dislike it, right?"    

    

"Is that so?" Ling Pengtian seemed to be deep in thought. He then laughed lightly, "This uncle of yours was a very powerful person back then. He was also the founder of the Ling family's shipyard. Your grandfather once said that the only genius he had ever seen in his life was you, uncle. If it wasn't for you, uncle, perhaps there wouldn't be the Ling Family you have today. If not for the fact that he was assassinated in the past and died young, his name today — Ling Jiyue — might have become a household name. "    

    

"When I was young, I often heard your grandfather talk about this uncle of his. Although he was already dead when I was born, I still respected him a lot. This respect comes from the bottom of my heart, there is nothing to replace it!"    

    

Ling Jing's face still didn't show anything out of the ordinary, but only he knew how fast his heart was beating. Ling Jiyue, this legendary figure, had used all kinds of methods to investigate his background when he was young, and when he accidentally found his portrait in the attic for the first time.    

    

Although photos were a rarity during that period, Ling Family still retained quite a few photos of Ling Jiyue. Other than the photos, there were also many news bulletins about him, some of his relics, his handwritten letters, and even … His tombstone!    

    

And while they were looking for this, they even found … His mother's inheritance had also discovered that … The secret of the taboo.    

    

"Jing, if possible, I hope you can also like this uncle, because without him, there will be no Ling Family, and there won't be …" Ling Pengtian's last words were hidden in his mouth.    

    

Ling Jing suddenly smiled, "Okay, father, I will try my best — if, I really like it."    

    

That smile was a kind of indescribable deathly stillness.    

    

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Ever since Baby Jun got her hands on the painting, she started to become infatuated with it. Naturally, the target she drew was Ling Jing. She would use a colored crayon to draw Ling Jing on white paper. Of course, as a model, Ling Jing had to maintain a motionless posture in front of her.    

    

Fortunately, Ling Jing spent most of his time quietly reading a book and maintaining his posture wasn't too difficult for him.    

    

Jun Yuexi said, "Mr Ling, I want to paint you everyday. That way, there will be many pictures of you in the future."    

    

He felt his head grow heavy. Her words could only be called children's paintings. The people painted on them couldn't tell who they looked like at all. At the very least, if he didn't know beforehand, he wouldn't be able to tell that she was drawing him.    

    

And every time she finished a picture, she would show it to him and ask him if it looked good. If he said it didn't look like it, she would continue to paint until he said it didn't look like it.    

    

Later on, when she drew it, he would say that it was similar, unless he wanted to tease her occasionally and see her different expression. Only then would he say that it didn't seem like it.    

    

Tease... Once upon a time, had he had this leisure and elegance? And it was aimed at a seven-year-old child.    

    

Jun Yuexi's other habit was to lick Ling Jing. Of course, Baby Jun's licking, strictly speaking, was no different from a dog licking a human. It was like sticking out his tongue, and on Ling Jing's face, neck, and neck … It was basically licking and licking the skin that was exposed on the outside of his clothes.    

    

Strangely, Ling Jing didn't reject this kind of behavior. He even used a form of acquiescence to allow her to lick him. Baby Jun immediately got into a situation where she had a new lease on life and was able to get familiar with the situation a second time.    

    

"Mr Ling, in the future, other than Xi, don't let others lick you like this, okay?" The little guy's licking would always be accompanied by the biting of his teeth. Therefore, every time he licked well, a few shallow teeth marks would always be left on Ling Jing's face and neck.