Transmigrating into a book: The little wife turns into a boss

A week later, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry.

Qiu Xiaona looked at the sunny weather outside and asked Xie Junyi with great interest, "Today's weather is very suitable for painting. Have you prepared your things?"

Xie Junyi smiled and nodded, "I'm ready."

After a while, Xie Junyi brought Qiu Xiaona to a carefully decorated rose garden.

In the garden, colorful roses are blooming, filling the air with fragrance.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the flowers and leaves onto the ground, creating mottled light and shadows.

A white swing sways gently among the rose bushes.

Qiu Xiaona couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at the beautiful scenery in front of her.

"Put on this skirt."

Xie Junyi handed Qiu Xiaona a white dress, which was specially customized by him. The pure white formed a sharp contrast with the roses in the garden. The hem of the dress fluttered gently in the breeze, like a fairy descending to earth.

Qiu Xiaona took the skirt and said with a smile: "You are well prepared."

Xie Junyi nodded, "Of course, this is the first painting I drew for you."

Qiu Xiaona changed into a white dress, stood in front of the mirror, and turned around gently. The hem of her skirt fluttered, as if bringing with it the breath of spring.

She walked out of the room and came to the swing in the garden.

The swing swayed gently, as if inviting her to sit down.

Qiu Xiaona sat on the swing, feeling the gentle breeze brushing her cheeks, her heart full of anticipation.

She turned to look at Xie Junyi and asked, "What posture should I take?"

Xie Junlan came to Qiu Xiaona with a smile, gently held her hand and said, "Just be natural, no need to pose deliberately. As long as you enjoy this moment, it's the best posture."

Qiu Xiaona nodded, took a deep breath, and relaxed herself.

She closed her eyes, feeling the swaying of the swing and the breeze, as if she was one with the whole world.

Xie Junyi came to the easel, picked up the paintbrush and palette, and prepared to start his creation.

He just picked up the paintbrush, but suddenly stopped and fell into deep thought.

Qiu Xiaona asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Wait a minute, let me think about it."

An inexplicable feeling suddenly surged in Xie Junyi's heart.

He felt that although Qiu Xiaona was beautiful, she seemed to be missing something, and that kind of agility and vitality seemed not to be fully captured.

He frowned, trying to figure out what the problem was.

Just then, a breeze blew, bringing with it the scent of roses.

Xie Junyi's eyes unconsciously fell on the rose bush next to him. The bright flowers swayed in the sun, as if telling him something.

His heart moved, as if he had found the answer.

Xie Junyi came to the rose bush and carefully selected the most colorful and delicate rose.

He picked the flower carefully, afraid to hurt it.

Then he came to Qiu Xiaona, bent down, and gently pinned the rose to her ear.

Qiu Xiaona gently stroked the rose beside her ear, then looked up at Xie Junyi.

Xie Junyi's eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and he smiled and said, "This feels right now."

After Xie Junyi returned to the easel, he began to use his brush to outline Qiu Xiaona's figure on the canvas. Every stroke was filled with love and concentration.

As the brush danced, Qiu Xiaona on the canvas gradually came to life.

Her smile, her eyes, and every subtle movement of hers were accurately captured by Xie Junyi and presented on the canvas.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, with only the traces left by the brush on the canvas and the sound of the swing rocking gently.

Qiu Xiaona was immersed in her own world, enjoying this wonderful time; while Xie Junyi was concentrating on his creation, recording this beautiful moment with his brush.

Finally, when the last stroke was made, Xie Junyi stopped what he was doing and looked at his work with satisfaction.

Qiu Xiaona on the canvas is lifelike, as if she is about to walk out of the canvas. There is a blush on the innocent girl's face, which perfectly combines purity and charm.

When Qiu Xiaona saw Xie Junyi stop writing, she became energetic again although she had been feeling a little sleepy.

She stood up and walked behind Xie Junyi, looking at the painting expectantly.

In the painting, she is sitting on a swing in the rose garden, her white dress fluttering gently in the breeze, as pure as a cloud.

There was a faint smile on her lips, as if she was enjoying this peaceful and beautiful time.

She had a red rose pinned to her ear; the bright color looked even more dazzling in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with her white dress, adding a unique touch of charm.

"Xie Junyi, you are really amazing! You are quite capable." Qiu Xiaona praised sincerely, her voice full of admiration and joy.

Xie Junyi felt warm in his heart when he heard Qiu Xiaona's praise. He looked at her with a smile, his eyes flashing with tenderness and love.

"Honey, I want to frame this painting and hang it in our bedroom."

"Okay!"

Xie Junyi framed the painting himself, carefully selecting a simple and elegant white frame. He carefully placed the painting into the frame, adjusting the position of the painting until it was perfectly presented in the frame.

He used professional tools to fix the painting to ensure that it would not move in the frame. "I am right here. Why are you getting up to look at the painting? Do I look better in the painting? Or deformed.

Finally, he added hooks to the frame so it could be easily hung on the wall.

He looked at his work with satisfaction, "From now on, I can see you every day when I wake up."

Hearing this, Qiu Xiaona walked over to Xie Junyi and gently pinched his lower back in dissatisfaction, "I'm right here, why did you get up to look at the painting? Am I prettier in the painting?"

Xie Junyi turned his head and looked at Qiu Xiaona who was standing next to him, a smile flashed in his eyes.

He gently held her hand and said softly: "Of course not. No matter how beautiful you are in the painting, you are just a shadow. The real you is right beside me. I can feel your warmth and hear your voice. This is the most beautiful thing."

After listening to Xie Junyi's explanation, Qiu Xiaona's dissatisfaction immediately disappeared. "When did you become so good at speaking? Did you learn it secretly?"

Xie Junyi was a little embarrassed by Qiu Xiaona's sudden question. He touched his nose and smiled, "You don't need to learn this. You will express it naturally when you meet the right person."

Qiu Xiaona couldn't help laughing after hearing this. She patted Xie Junyi on the shoulder and said, "Then you should express yourself more in the future. I love to hear these words."

Xie Junyi winked at Qiu Xiaona and said, "Okay, I will continue to work hard and make sure that Madam is satisfied."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Without too many words, they could understand each other's intentions and feel each other's love.