Rich Family: The Crazy and Naughty Heroine Dotes on the Real Daughter

Lu Qingtang remembered this sentence unconsciously.

It just so happened that there was an exhibition of paintings by a famous painter in Qincheng today. Lu Qingtang had used some special methods to get two tickets while sitting on the roadside eating ice cream.

Ning Yan looked at the little girl beside him, who was looking at him smugly with an "I'm so awesome, right?" look, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He took Lu Qingtang's hand and led her into the art exhibition.

Probably because it was a private art exhibition, there were few people in the hall.

Lu Qingtang opened his eyes wide, curiously looking at the paintings hanging on the wall, and asked as he looked, "Do you like any of them?"

Ning Yan chuckled and asked her, "Why? Are you going to buy it for me?"

Lu Qingtang blinked.

She originally wanted to say that if Ning Yan really liked one, it would be fine to buy one and give it to him as a thank you gift for his previous help to her.

But Lu Qingtang looked around carefully, and finally leaned close to Ning Yan's ear and whispered, "I think... none of these paintings are as beautiful as the ones my little husband draws."

Lu Qingtang had previously received a self-portrait from her young husband, which was now hanging in her bedroom.

She sees it the first thing she sees when she wakes up and opens her eyes every day.

Although the little girl doesn't have much artistic talent, she can still tell what is good and what is bad.

The paintings in this studio, apart from other things, are completely different from the one her young husband gave her, just in terms of color and pigment.

Ning Yan's long eyelashes trembled. She stared at Lu Qingtang for a long moment, then chuckled and asked, "How are these paintings different from the ones your little husband drew?"

Lu Qingtang was stunned for a moment, looking at the other person's serious expression. After thinking carefully, he tugged at Ning Yan's sleeve and pulled him in front of a red painting of a beauty. "The color is different..."

Ning Yan glanced at the painting in front of her, and a hint of something flashed in her peach blossom eyes, "It looks like it's all red..."

Lu Qingtang frowned, carefully recalling the difference between the two paintings, and said with a stammer, "The paint my husband uses looks unique."

"Theirs look like they're made in batches in a paint factory... They're not unique at all."

Ning Yan's eyes brightened slightly as he looked at Lu Qingtang. He chuckled and said, "The pigment used in your painting was extracted from some kind of shells on the seabed."

"It takes ten thousand shells to extract just one bit, so it's naturally unique."

He never painted a portrait.

Lu Qingtang was the first person he painted.

When I gave it to you, I didn't expect Lu Qingtang to notice any difference.

However, he didn't expect that although the little girl didn't know much about art, she relied on her intuition and observation to perceive his hidden thoughts.

Lu Qingtang was so shocked that his mouth opened wide.

Ning Yan looked at her shocked expression, raised his hand, held Lu Qingtang's hand, and led her towards the garden.

“There’s nothing interesting about the paintings here.”

"You want to see a painting... I can draw it for you."

Lu Qingtang's mind was full of the painting hanging in her bedroom, and she was absent-mindedly led to the garden by Ning Yan.

A white picture frame hangs on the green lawn.

Ning Yan walked to the table, picked up the paint tray, mixed a few colors, walked to the drawing board, looked at Lu Qingtang, chuckled and said, "Sit over there."

It took Lu Qingtang a few seconds to realize that Ning Yan was referring to a swing opposite.

Her dark, clear almond-shaped eyes lit up instantly. She ran over and sat on the swing, holding onto the flower stand with both hands, with a bright and sweet smile on her face. "Don't draw me ugly... or I'll draw a little turtle on your face!"

Ning Yan looked at the little girl's lively eyes and eyebrows, smiled, bent down slightly, and the paintbrush in his hand drew a lively stroke on the white canvas.

Lu Qingtang sat quietly for a few seconds, but then he couldn't sit still anymore and started swinging happily.

Ning Yan lowered his head and painted seriously, occasionally looking up at the girl opposite him.

About twenty minutes later, Ning Yan stood up and stopped painting.

As soon as he stopped, Lu Qingtang couldn't wait to stand up from the swing, ran to the canvas, took a look, and then suddenly froze in place.

She looked at the white canvas, where she saw a girl wearing a light green dress, with a sweet smile and lively eyes, and the corners of her lips curved up.

She blinked and looked up at the person next to her.

Ning Yan looked at her with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Lu Qingtang looked at his smile, and inexplicably felt a throbbing feeling in her heart. She whispered, "Not bad..."

"Although it's not as good as my husband's, it's better than those out there..."

Ning Yan looked at her shy yet happy expression, and his eyes became gentle.

He was about to turn around and put down the paint cup, but just as he moved, Lu Qingtang suddenly said, "Wait!"

Ning Yan was stunned.

Lu Qingtang took out a wet tissue from her bag, stood on tiptoe, and gently helped him wipe the paint off his face.

Ning Yan raised the corners of her lips and leaned slightly closer to Lu Qingtang, "Anything else?"

Lu Qingtang held his face with both hands, examined it carefully, and said with a smile, "No!"

Ning Yan stood up straight and chuckled, "I'll go put the paint away and put the painting away."

While Ning Yan was washing her hands, Lu Qingtang carefully put the painting away, secretly thinking that when she returned, she would immediately go to find Housekeeper Qin and have this one framed for her and hang it on the other wall...