She became a god

If he could do it all over again, Ye Qingzhou would definitely not have accepted this commission!

The place is a complete mess!

OMG! She's just a baby!

Suppressing the discomfort of the contaminated eyes, Ye Qingzhou turned to the side, refusing to look at the two figures on the bed.

"Uh...why don't you guys continue?"

Han Yan blushed slightly. Although she and Tan Lang were both covered with blankets, Lu Mingze still felt awkward when he came in.

But we invited them ourselves, so we definitely need to give them an explanation.

“Father suddenly said he was coming, and I was afraid he would see through our plan, so I told you to go back quickly. But... Father later said he wasn't coming, and I forgot to tell you.”

Han Yan and her lover were mutually attracted. Upon meeting today, they were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and the two became so engrossed in their lovemaking that they forgot all about the world around them.

Upon receiving news that Han Cheng was coming, he hurriedly asked Lu Mingze to come to the rescue.

During this time, the two expressed their unwavering love for each other, and then received news that Lord Han would not be coming. Overwhelmed with joy and sorrow, they forgot all about asking Lu Mingze to come as soon as possible.

This has led to the current awkward situation, even though Han Yan only explained a few words to Lu Mingze.

Putting aside how intelligent Ye Qingzhou was, she often read novels to pass the time during her college years, and having read many of these love-themed plots, she could naturally guess the cause and effect.

Since they no longer need me.

Ye Qingzhou then said, "Then I'll go back?"

After all, given the current situation and circumstances, she couldn't possibly act as a third wheel.

"Mm." Han Yan nodded.

After receiving confirmation from the client, Ye Qingzhou turned to leave when she heard a voice coming from outside the door.

"Yan'er, I heard you're painting a portrait of Lu Mingze?"

The voice was none other than that of Lord Han.

The three people inside the room froze. The two people other than Han Yan hurriedly concealed their presence, afraid of being detected.

This came so suddenly!

Ye Qingzhou quickly gave Han Yan a meaningful look, and Tan Lang also looked at Han Yan with concern.

Han Yan bit her tongue, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "Father, I'm concentrating on my painting. Please don't come in, or I'll get distracted."

"Yan'er, do you really like that boy Lu Mingze that much?"

“Young Master Lu has a handsome face and a dignified appearance, so my daughter naturally adores him.”

Han Yan, nestled in Tan Lang's arms, could speak so freely about loving other men; Ye Qingzhou felt she had encountered a truly talented actress.

Master!

There are many hidden masters among ordinary people!

Stop daydreaming!

Learn the performance techniques of masters frame by frame.

The city lord outside the door seemed amused by Han Yan's words, "A daughter is like a tree that cannot stay at home once she grows up. She becomes infatuated with any handsome young man she sees, and she is extremely particular about her paintings."

“Father, I’ll practice on Young Master Lu first. Once my skills have improved, I will paint for you. Father, you are a man of great dignity. Your brushstrokes must be meticulous to capture the spirit of the subject.”

Upon hearing this, Lord Han laughed loudly, "Alright! Then I won't bother you any longer."

Han Yan breathed a sigh of relief after that aura had disappeared into the distance.

She first whispered to her lover, and then watched him leave.

Then he said to Lu Mingze, "Young Master Lu, please return to the inn later tonight. I need to make a few more calligraphy and paintings for you today so I can give you some explanation."

The customer comes first, and the business owner is the greatest!

Ye Qingzhou naturally had no choice but to respond!

Although there was no screen in the room, fortunately, there was a magic spell in the cultivation world that allowed one to change clothes with a single click, otherwise Ye Qingzhou would have been even more embarrassed.

After changing her clothes, Han Yan instructed Ye Qingzhou to perform the actions in the appropriate places, while she wrote inscriptions and painted on the side.

Objectively speaking, Han Yan's calligraphy and painting skills are quite good, combining freehand and realistic styles, and her aesthetic sense is also on point.

In modern times, he would definitely be a top-tier photographer.

If you add her acting skills to the equation, she could probably even make it into the entertainment industry as a director.

Before leaving, Han Yan slipped Ye Qingzhou a painting, saying, "I think this painting of young men picking lotus flowers is quite good, so I'm giving it to you."

Ye Qingzhou was very pleased with the calligraphy and painting he received, and accepted it with a smile. "Miss Han, this calligraphy and painting is so lifelike. It is of master level and can be auctioned. Thank you for your kindness."

"Young Master Lu, there's no need for such formalities. Are you confident about the road ahead?"

"What?" Ye Qingzhou smiled. "Miss Han, have you changed your mind? I remember you were very confident in your plan before."

“Of course I have confidence in myself,” Han Yan asked, “but… how do you plan to fake your death? Are you sure you can fool everyone?”

Ye Qingzhou's smile faded. "Guests may be curious about the chef's secret recipe, but the chef will remain silent because it is the foundation of his livelihood."

Han Yan chuckled awkwardly, "I just wanted you to give me a little more confidence."

Ye Qingzhou rolled her eyes inwardly. She knew that the other party definitely wanted to know more about the secret technique of feigning death, but this thing could save her life in a critical moment.

Even if Han Yan only paid seven thousand high-grade spirit stones for the performance fee, Ye Qingzhou would never tell her even if she gave him another million.

But on the surface, Ye Qingzhou remained polite and gentle, "Then I will continue to try my best to play the role of a perfect but unfortunate white moonlight fiancé. Please wait and see."

"Remember to time your fake death perfectly. My father wants us to get married as soon as possible," Han Yan teased. "If he knew that the genius ice cultivator who became a saint on the spot was someone I hired, he'd probably faint from anger."

Ye Qingzhou smiled, ignoring that question, and instead asked, "Miss Han must be very familiar with Jiangcheng, right?"

"Of course."

"My fiancée, would you like to travel with me tomorrow?"

"good!"