She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

Originally, after making the phone call, Young Master Hai was going to go to the hot springs, but he suddenly lost interest.

He went into his room to change his clothes, preparing to go for a walk in the yard.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Haiqi returning from the hot spring area, wrapped in a down jacket. Haize felt annoyed and didn't want to chat with his cousin about anything at the moment.

He pretended not to see it, turned his head away, and walked quickly away.

Haiqi seemed to be in a good mood.

She played with Duoduo in the hot spring pool for a while, then made an excuse that she wasn't feeling well and ran out, saying she needed to go back to her room to rest.

Mo Yan is in a wheelchair and can't come to the hot springs; he's alone in the villa.

Duoduo felt that today was a good opportunity to spend some time alone with Mo Yan.

Although she knew Mo Yan wouldn't have a chance to see her in a swimsuit today, she still carefully selected the clothes.

On the way back, I was still thinking about whether I should go to the villa's hot spring pool and stay a while longer. I wondered if I would have a chance to run into Mo Yan there.

Back at the villa, I first walked around the first floor, but no one was home.

Haiqi planned to go to the backyard for a soak in the hot spring. Even if Brother Moyan went out in his wheelchair, he probably wouldn't go far, and would probably be back soon.

But to her surprise, Mo Yan was actually in the backyard.

He sat in a wheelchair, wearing a black down jacket; a warm blanket covered his legs.

There is an easel in front of me.

Mo Yan was so engrossed in painting that he didn't even notice him walk in.

Haiqi quietly took off her bathrobe and the down jacket she was wearing, and slipped into the warm pool.

I sat a little closer and quietly watched Mo Yan paint.

The sun was beginning to set, and its golden light shone on Mo Yan, giving him a golden outline.

His focus and dedication made him appear extraordinary, adding a touch of elegance and charm.

His eyes were deep, as if they could see through all the beauty in the world, but at this moment he was completely immersed in the painting in front of him.

Haiqi stared in disbelief.

From a distance, one can discern a blooming pink plum blossom on his canvas.

The branches of the plum tree are outlined with light ink, the lines are smooth and powerful, revealing a kind of resilient beauty.

The branches were covered with blooming pink plum blossoms, their petals delicate and soft, as if you could feel their tenderness with just a gentle touch.

The entire picture is soft in color, and the interweaving of pink and light ink gives a dreamlike feeling, as if the whole world is surrounded by this warm tone.

There's also warm lighting, exuding an indescribable gentleness.

Looking at Mo Yan from the side, Haiqi felt that Mo Yan's brother Mo Yan was very different today.

He had seen Mo Yan's brother's professional demeanor, his serious expression.

I've also seen him looking melancholy.

I've never seen him so gentle before. Why do I feel like I'm falling in love?

Thinking of this, Haiqi's heart sank, she lost her footing, slipped, and screamed.

Mo Yan turned his head, looking confused: "Qiqi, when did you get back?"

Haiqi forced herself to say, "Brother Mo Yan, I just got back. I saw you were focused on your drawing, so I didn't want to disturb you..."

She paused, stuck out her tongue sheepishly, and then said, "I didn't expect to bother you again."

Mo Yan turned to look at her. She was also a little nervous, after all, this was the first time she had appeared in front of him in a swimsuit.

Yet, she felt both shy and joyful inside.

Isn't this the scene she's been longing for all day?

Brother Mo Yan, what's wrong with you today? You seem a little embarrassed and shy.

Could it be because I saw myself like this?

Her heart was pounding faster and faster uncontrollably.

But then I heard someone on the shore say, "Don't bother me, I'm just about to rest because I've almost finished painting."

"Then I'll go change my clothes and push you out for a walk."

After Haiqi finished speaking, without waiting for Mo Yan's reply, she put on a bath towel and quickly left.

After her figure disappeared from sight, Mo Yan sighed deeply.

He was really into painting; his heartbeat was in sync with his brushstrokes, each heartbeat accompanied by the movement of the brush on the canvas.

His consciousness was completely focused on the painting in front of him, as if the noise of the outside world was shut out, leaving only his dialogue with the canvas.

His concentration reached its peak, and everything around him became blurry, with only the colors and lines on the canvas remaining clear and vivid.

In this state of flow, he experienced an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

His senses became sharper, as if he had returned to that day.

The sunlight that day made the plum blossoms shimmer; the wind carried the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Her figure and her smile.

And there's that feeling of being "slightly tipsy" that I have.

Unfortunately, just as I was about to draw the crucial part, this little girl interrupted me.

Fortunately, she returned at this time; it would have been awkward if she had drawn the character.

But thinking about it, I was also feeling guilty. With my skill in drawing people, it was impossible for me to be so realistic as to make their faces recognizable. Besides, Haiqi wasn't even there that day.

Unfortunately, Haiqi interrupted him, and once he realized there was another person in the house, he couldn't return to his previous creative state.

That’s all.

I'll draw it again when I have the chance.

Just then, Haiqi came downstairs, having changed her clothes.

She wore a well-tailored camel-colored wool coat, the lapel design of which perfectly accentuated her slender neck. A white turtleneck sweater with lace trim peeked out from the cuffs, adding a touch of playfulness and femininity.

She paired it with dark skinny jeans, the tight cut showcasing her youthful energy while also elongating her figure, making her appear taller.

On her feet, she wore a pair of classic black knee-high boots with a subtle sheen that complemented her wool coat. The boot shafts hugged her legs tightly, providing both warmth and style.

Her long hair was styled into a low ponytail, with a few strands hanging down naturally, swaying gently with her steps, adding a touch of liveliness.

Mo Yan looked at her and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar.

The little girl he watched grow up suddenly seemed to have grown up.

Her outfit today is a bit mature.

He could understand the eagerness of a young girl who had just come of age to quickly enter the adult world.

After all, I've been through that time myself.

However, this outfit doesn't actually suit her. It makes her look a bit older and doesn't do justice to her youthful beauty.

Mo Yan thought for a moment, then chose to remain silent and smiled at the little girl.

The pretentious young girl walked towards him and said, "Brother Mo Yan, let me take you to the plum garden. I just saw you drew plum blossoms."

Haiqi's walking style has become much more elegant.

She used to be so energetic and bouncy.

Haiqi walked up to Mo Yan and looked at the painting in front of her.

Each plum blossom is meticulously depicted with delicate brushstrokes. From the stamen to the petals and the calyx, every detail is brought to life, making one want to reach out and touch it.