After her luck was taken away, she fell in love with the woman who traveled through time.

This is their daily life, and the two have long been accustomed to it. However, as the day of Wu Chang's departure is getting closer, Liang Tan can't help but get anxious and urges Cui Ling whenever he has nothing to do.

Cui Ling was a very slow person when it came to painting. No matter what happened, he couldn't speed up his pace. But since Liang Tan started urging him, his progress suddenly became much faster.

But he didn't speed up? When Liang Tan appeared in the studio again, he watched him slowly mixing the paints. A trace of doubt flashed through his mind. When he was about to say something, he saw Cui Ling yawn.

"Are you sleepy?" Liang Tan asked.

Cui Ling lowered his eyes and continued painting.

Liang Tan looked at the faint blue color under his eyes and couldn't help frowning: "Have you had poor sleep quality recently?"

Cui Ling ignored him.

Liang Tan knew that she couldn't get anything out of him, so she simply called the family doctor to give him a quick check-up. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, she became even more confused. However, Cui Ling was so focused on painting that he didn't answer any of her questions.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Perhaps because she had something on her mind, she was unable to sleep tonight. She tossed and turned in bed for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep. Finally, she simply went to Cui Ling's room to take a look.

But he was not in the house.

When he realized this, Liang Tan panicked instantly. He quickly picked up the internal phone in the room and called the housekeeper directly.

"...Master Cui?" A confused voice came from the phone.

When Liang Tan heard the housekeeper speak, his thoughts suddenly calmed down: "It's okay."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

The housekeeper stared blankly at the phone in his hand, and after a long while he lay down again: "I was so confused when I slept that I actually dreamed that Mr. Liang called me using the landline in Young Master Cui's room..."

On this side, Liang Tan went straight to the studio after hanging up the phone, and as expected, he found Cui Ling who was concentrating on painting inside.

Cui Ling heard the noise behind him and turned around on his own initiative.

"...Why are you here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Liang Tan gritted his teeth when he recalled the fear he felt when he couldn't find anyone.

Cui Ling stared at her, and after a while realized that she was angry, she moved her lips for a long time before speaking: "Drawing."

"I know you are..." Liang Tan was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized, "Your progress has suddenly accelerated. Is it because you secretly stayed up late to paint?"

Cui Ling did not deny it.

Liang Tan's anger suddenly vanished, and he pinched his face helplessly: "Are you stupid?"

Cui Ling lowered his head, added two more strokes to the painting, and finally put down the brush: "OK."

Liang Tan followed his gaze and saw only two hands painted on the white canvas. The smaller one was holding the wrist of the larger one, and the larger hand was slightly curled. Even a layman like Liang Tan could tell from the simple two hands that the larger hand was submissive to the smaller one.

She stared at the canvas for a long time, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to her. After a while, she finally remembered: "Isn't this the poster for that movie?!"

There was a slight hint of doubt in Cui Ling's eyes, as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are quite a repressed boy. I have watched so many movies before, but why have I never seen you draw anyone? You are willing to draw just because you see people kissing. What's wrong? Are you feeling amorous?" Liang Tan joked.

Cui Ling lowered his eyes and looked at the canvas, but didn't think anything was wrong.

Liang Tan smiled, took his arm and suggested: "Since we're staying up late anyway, why not make it last longer and add something else? Just two hands are too monotonous. Look at other posters that even add a flower or a cloud."

Cui Ling pretended not to hear.

Liang Tan said a few more words, and seeing that he didn't respond at all, she knew that he ignored her words. She was angry and amused. After thinking for a moment, she decided to trust her family's talented painter and added nothing to the canvas.

It was already past three in the morning when a painting was finished. Cui Ling took a cardboard that he had found from somewhere and fanned the canvas for a long time. When the paint was half dry, he handed it to Liang Tan and said, "Here you go."

"...For me?" Although Liang Tan begged for this painting, he still couldn't help but be surprised when he saw it.

Cui Ling looked at the smile in her eyes and raised the corners of his lips after a while.

Liang Tan was staring at the painting when she suddenly looked up as if she realized something and was caught off guard by his smiling eyes.

"belch……"

Because she was so surprised, she couldn't help but hiccuping. It took her a while to blink her eyes and come back to her senses: "Cui Ling, you smiled."

Cui Ling looked at her intently.

"Smile for me again." Liang Tan requested.

Cui Ling was silent for a long time, then gave her a stiff grin.

Liang Tan: “…” Although it was different from what she had imagined, having her every wish granted was already a blessing she had earned in eight lifetimes.

She praised Cui Ling again until he raised his lips again, then she pulled him out: "Although tomorrow is the weekend, you can't stay up too long. Have a good sleep when you go back."

Cui Ling looked at her hand holding his wrist, but was reluctant to move.

Liang Tan pulled it twice and found that he was still there, so he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Painting." Cui Ling said.

Liang Tan followed his gaze and understood immediately: "Put it here first, I'll come get it tomorrow."

Cui Ling still refused to move.

Liang Tan had to soften his tone: "We have to wait until the paint is completely dry, otherwise what if it gets smudged?"

Cui Ling accepted this reason and finally agreed to leave with her.

When the two arrived at Cui Ling's door, it was almost four in the morning. Liang Tan smiled and opened the door for him: "Go back to bed."

Cui Ling walked into the room and looked back at her.

Liang Tan was happy: "Good night."

Cui Ling moved his lips but didn't say the same thing. Liang Tan didn't force him, he just pinched his face and helped him close the door.

After sending Cui Ling back to the house, Liang Tan was not sleepy at all. After walking around in the corridor, he returned to the studio.

"What a great painting! Do you really need a master to reach this level?" Liang Tan muttered while staring at the canvas, with the corners of his lips unconsciously raising in pride.

She stared at the canvas and smiled foolishly for a long time. When she looked up and saw her smug face reflected on the tiles, she coughed and smoothed the corners of her lips.

...Even if it is for the sake of the child's mental health, he has to be sent to learn from a master. Liang Tan admired the painting alone in the studio for half an hour. The more he looked at it, the more reluctant he felt to give it to Wu Chang. But if he didn't give it to Wu Chang, he would have nothing to convince him. What should he do?

Liang Tan thought about it for a long time and finally came up with an idea. He found a camera and took a lot of pictures of the studio. Finally, he picked out the best one and saved it. After waking up, he gave it to the housekeeper.

"Please help me print out a newspaper-sized copy and frame it. Remember to print it clearly." She reminded.

The housekeeper was confused when he saw Cui Ling's studio in the photo, but he did as he was told. After Liang Tan gave the instructions, he stretched and happily took Cui Ling's paintings to the study and placed them there.

The housekeeper was always reliable. At 10 a.m. on Monday, the framed photo was delivered to Liang Tan's study. Liang Tan was in a meeting at the company. After seeing the message from the housekeeper, he lowered his head and replied, "Send the painting to Wu Chang Hotel. It must be delivered before 11 o'clock. His flight is at 1 p.m. If it is not delivered two hours in advance, there will be no chance."

After replying, I got down to work.

The butler was stunned when he saw the reply, turned his head and stared at the photo frame for a long time. He was absolutely sure that this was an enlarged photo, and Liang Tan had asked him to develop photos from the beginning, not to draw anything.

The usually reliable housekeeper was in a dilemma. After staring at the photo for a long time, he looked up and saw the painting of small hands holding big hands on the table, and then he was completely confused.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to send a message to Liang Tan to ask whether to send a photo or a painting. To be on the safe side, he put two objects of similar size together and took a photo.

However, Liang Tan was discussing the project and did not notice that the cell phone in the hole in the table was vibrating.

The housekeeper waited for a long time for Liang Tan's news but nothing came of it. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to send the painting as she asked.

He took a deep breath and reached out directly to the big and small hands next to the photo.

When he went out with the painting, he happened to meet Cui Ling who was walking in the yard.

Because a certain child stays in the room all day and his body is seriously lacking in trace elements, starting today he must stay outdoors for an hour every day.

The housekeeper saw him walking slowly and nodded with a smile: "Hello, Master Cui."

After saying that, he was ready to leave like he did every time he was ignored, but the next second, Cui Ling looked over.

"...Are you willing to pay attention to me?" The butler looked surprised.

Cui Ling stared at the painting in his hand.

The housekeeper was stunned, and was actually a little disappointed: "It turns out that it wasn't me that was looking at it." After saying that, he lowered his head and took the initiative to explain, "It was Ms. Liang who asked me to take it away, saying that she was going to give it to Mr. Wu Chang. Didn't she tell you?"

Although no one has ever brought it up, the entire Liang family knows that Cui Ling recently painted a picture for Liang Tan. Although the housekeeper has never seen it, he really can't think of any other painting that could be placed on Liang Tan's desk except the one in his hand.

After hearing what the housekeeper said, Cui Ling's eyes flashed with confusion. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "This is... my sister's."

Cui Ling had been at home for so long, and although he would occasionally utter a few syllables to him, this was the first time he had spoken such a complete sentence. The housekeeper immediately covered his heart with his empty hand, and suddenly felt Liang Tanxi's joy of being a mother: "Master Cui is great, he can actually speak such a long sentence!"

"My sister's." Cui Ling repeated stiffly.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "It belongs to Mr. Liang. It was also Mr. Liang who said she wanted to give it to Mr. Wu Chang. Mr. Wu Chang is a world-class painter. She probably did this to pave the way for you. Mr. Liang is really good to Master Cui. If Master Cui can attract the attention of Master Wu Chang in the future, he must thank her."

He spoke for a long time, but Cui Ling only heard the first two sentences. His usually calm eyes froze for a moment, and after a while he spoke again: "My sister's."

housekeeper:"……"

Seeing this, the servant who was following Cui Ling hurried out to smooth things over: "Yes, yes, it belongs to Mr. Liang. Mr. Butler, please send it back to Mr. Liang."

"Okay, okay, I'll send it back right away." The butler came back to his senses, took the painting and went back the same way.

Cui Ling stared at him and subconsciously followed him for two steps, but when he thought that he could only get three boxes of paint if he stayed outdoors for an hour, he finally stopped.

The housekeeper returned home in front of him, glanced back and saw that he didn't catch up with him. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left through the back door.

It was already past twelve o'clock when Liang Tan saw the message sent by the housekeeper. Her heart skipped a beat. When she was about to reply, a strange number suddenly called her.

She subconsciously wanted to hang up, but when she saw that it was a foreign number, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Liang Tan swallowed and vaguely guessed something.

The phone vibrated five times, and she quickly answered it, saying calmly and controlled, "Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Liang?" A gentle male voice came from the phone, "I'm Wu Chang. I've seen the painting you sent. If you don't mind, could you introduce me to the author of the painting?"

Liang Tan: “…” Is this done?

"I was originally planning to leave, but Mr. Liang gave me such a sincere painting. It would seem a bit unkind of me not to stay a few more days." The other party seemed to guess what she was thinking and added calmly.

Liang Tan pulled the corner of his lips, and said calmly, "Of course, I want to give Mr. Wu a painting with the most sincerity."

She agreed with Wu Chang on a meeting time and place. After hanging up the phone, she looked up out the floor-to-ceiling window. After a while, she suddenly clenched her fists and cheered.

The assistant who came to deliver the information was startled, and Liang Tan quickly stood up straight.

The assistant smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Liang, this is the information you requested.

"Well, put it down." Liang Tan said calmly.

The assistant put her things down and helped her tidy up the messy table before turning around and walking out.

When she was about to reach the door, Liang Tan suddenly called her: "Wait a moment."

The assistant immediately stopped and looked back.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Liang Tan's face: "That..."

"I understand," the assistant said immediately, "No one can destroy Mr. Liang's wise and powerful image, including me!"

Liang Tan laughed: "Thank you."

The assistant expressed his loyalty once more before turning and leaving.

Liang Tan let out a sigh of relief, and after making sure that there was no one in the office, he once again indulged himself in joy.

The reason why she was so happy was that the existence of this mentor in the original text was crucial to the male protagonist. He not only taught him to use the brush in his hand more skillfully, but also guided him step by step out of his closed world in life. If it were not for the unfair fate that allowed the Qian family to give Cui Ling a fatal blow at a critical moment, Cui Ling might have returned to normal.

Now, the Qian family is on the verge of collapse, and Wu Chang has decided to stay for the sake of Cui Ling's painting. No one can stop her child from returning to normal!

The more Liang Tan thought about it, the more excited he became. He took several deep breaths before he calmed down.

Before she knew it, it was almost one o'clock. She had just finished having lunch with Cui Ling at ten o'clock today, so she was not in a hurry to go back. She planned to wait for two hours and then have an untimely lunch with him.

However, less than two hours later, the housekeeper called.

"Mr. Liang, please come back soon. Something has happened to Master Cui!"

An anxious voice came from the phone, and Liang Tan stood up suddenly: "What's going on?"

"It's my fault too. He saw me when I went out to deliver the painting today. Although I fooled him temporarily, Master Cui is very smart. He came to the study after sunbathing. When he didn't find the painting, he ran to your room. Now he's searching everywhere. He's rummaging through every space in the house like cooking, making a mess..."