Looking at Jiang Qiran's dissatisfied face, Ye Linlang felt both amused and helpless.
In fact, she was very happy to see Jiang Qiran get humiliated.
However, Ye Linlang was also very clear that the reason why Grandma Zhao was so against Jiang Qiran was because she had never explained the grudges and hatred between her and Jiang Qiran.
In Zhao Wanqin's heart, Jiang Qiran is probably the image of a scumbag!
…
Ye Linlang was secretly happy, but she was also embarrassed to let Jiang Qiran take the blame for so long, so she suggested inviting Jiang Qiran, Zhao Wanqin, and Shangguan Luo to have a meal together.
This time, Zhao Wanqin is holding an art exhibition in City A. As a nominal disciple, she will of course give her strong support.
…
Ye Linlang reached out and tugged at Jiang Qiran's sleeve, looking at his frustrated expression with a bit of teasing.
"Why, are you angry?"
When Jiang Qiran saw Ye Linlang secretly smiling, the discomfort in his heart suddenly disappeared.
It’s really strange, because looking at Ye Linlang’s smile, it seems that all the worries can be thrown away.
As long as this girl is willing to stay with me, for a long time.
Jiang Qiran, who used to be a cold and hard iceberg, was willing to be refined into a soft and flexible person for this person.
"Not angry..." Jiang Qiran shook his head at Ye Linlang, and then added: "Your master wants us to have dinner with her this weekend?"
Ye Linlang nodded playfully.
"Yes, yes. Besides, my master is going to hold a painting exhibition this weekend. My master is really amazing, an internationally renowned painter! His style is a fusion of Chinese and Western styles. Just tell me if it's amazing or not!"
When Ye Linlang talked about Zhao Wanqin, her face beamed with joy. The sunlight shining on her porcelain-white face made it sparkle with an almost transparent color. She looked so gentle and beautiful.
Jiang Qiran listened to Ye Linlang's statement with a smile, and his expression became more doting.
—He could tell that the tone that made Ye Linlang so proud and proud must have been helped a lot by the old lady named Zhao Wanqin.
Jiang Qiran rarely expresses gratitude to anyone.
However, at this moment, Jiang Qiran was really grateful to Zhao Wanqin.
Ye Linlang had been wandering helplessly in Dongchen Country for five years. If Zhao Wanqin had not extended a helping hand to her first, perhaps Ye Linlang would not be as heartless as she is now.
She is Ye Linlang's benefactor.
…
Ye Linlang talked endlessly about Zhao Wanqin's various deeds, such as when she won an international award, when she went to various famous schools in Dongchen Country to give lectures...
Jiang Qiran had no intention of listening to what Zhao Wanqin said, but from Ye Linlang's admiring expression, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Even so, after Ye Linlang had been praising Zhao Wanqin for ten minutes, Jiang Qiran couldn't help but retort to Ye Linlang.
"Linlang, you've just said this. Your master is an internationally renowned painter. If a master is a master, then your painting skills must be excellent, too? Hmm?"
Ye Linlang was stunned when she heard that. When she saw Jiang Qiran asking about her level, she immediately blushed.
"I'm just a hobbyist! This isn't my major in college."
Jiang Qiran saw that she looked embarrassed, and the joy on his face became more and more obvious.
He lowered his head in a good mood and kissed Ye Linlang on the forehead.
"Then... Hobbyist contestant, would you be honored to draw a picture for me?"
The clear male voice like spring water swept across her eardrums, causing Ye Linlang to flash back to the scenes of the past five years.
The smile on her face disappeared, and she vaguely recalled how many portraits of Jiang Qiran she had painted in the past five years.
Moreover... there were many paintings that she thought were pretty good, so she hid them in her suitcase and brought them back to Kyushu.
During the five years of separation, Ye Linlang could only miss Jiang Qiran by painting his portrait every day and every night.
Of course, those were Jiang Qiran’s faces five years ago.
He was more immature than he is now, between a man and a boy, a clean and clear-headed young man.
Jiang Qiran was startled when he saw Ye Linlang was silent and suddenly lost her smile. He thought that Ye Linlang's painting skills were too poor and she was embarrassed to paint herself.
He quickly held Ye Linlang's hand tightly with a serious look.
"I'm just kidding. If you don't want to draw me, that's fine."
"Well, let's talk about it later when we have a chance."
Ye Linlang had long flowing hair and she lowered her head slightly, with her delicate and clear face hidden in the shadows. For a moment, it was impossible to tell what Ye Linlang was thinking.
Jiang Qiran originally wanted to ask Ye Linlang about her cheap master Zhao Wanqin, because the name sounded familiar, but when he saw Ye Linlang like this, the rest of his thoughts were immediately thrown out of his mind.
I just want to make Ye Linlang happy.
Before meeting Ye Linlang, Jiang Qiran would never have thought that he could become so unprincipled when meeting someone he likes.
No, maybe it's principled.
As long as Ye Linlang is happy.
As long as Ye Linlang is willing to stay with him.
As for the rest, it doesn’t matter.
He was willing to be the incompetent monarch for Ye Linlang as long as his beloved could stay by his side forever.
…
That night, Ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran stayed in City S and would return to City A early the next morning.
However, Jiang Qiran was not ready to tell his parents about his relationship with Ye Linlang for the time being.
So he did not return to Fontainebleau, but instead booked a room in a five-star hotel under the Dichen Group.
Ye Linlang hadn't slept under the same roof with Jiang Qiran for a long time.
She felt a little uncomfortable, and also slightly uneasy.
Because there was only one bed in the luxurious suite that Jiang Qiran booked.
Ye Linlang was really not prepared for what was going to happen.
…
But this evening was really beyond Ye Linlang's expectations.
Jiang Qiran did nothing. After they both took a shower, Jiang Qiran accompanied her to watch some meaningless eight o'clock TV series for a while.
Then the two of them fell asleep.
Although they were sleeping under the same quilt, Jiang Qiran was really... incredibly well-behaved.
Anyway, the bed is very big, more than enough for several adult men to lie down.
Jiang Qiran consciously slept on the far right, quite a distance away from Ye Linlang.
If this were the case, Ye Linlang should be very happy, after all, she wouldn't have to worry about what might happen.
But Jiang Qiran really did nothing, and Ye Linlang felt inexplicably lost again.
When we met in the restaurant that time, wasn’t Jiang Qiran particularly... fierce
Why suddenly...
…
Hmm, what happened to me
Ye Linlang tossed and turned under the quilt for a while. Around one or two in the morning, Jiang Qiran was already asleep.
Ye Linlang sat up with her arms folded.
From a distance that was neither too long nor too short, she looked at the young man who was breathing deeply on the other side.
Got it!
Who cares if she is childish or not!
Ye Linlang came up with a plan and prepared to go downstairs to find a pen to draw a turtle on Jiang Qiran's face!
(End of this chapter)