Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Jiang Manxue sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, gritted her teeth and muttered softly.

"I'm not a coward. I'm not!"

After that, she put the paintbrush in her right hand into her left hand.Then he took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge determination, and finally raised his wrist with firm eyes.

When the pen tip touches the drawing paper, it makes a unique 'rustling' sound.The moment Jiang Manxue heard that special sound that was familiar to her bones, she couldn't help but stand on end, and her pores seemed to open.The refreshing feeling that emanated from her heart swept over her whole body in an instant, reaching every inch of her nerves and every corner.

When waving her left hand, Jiang Manxue seemed to have returned to the year when she first started learning painting.

Although unfamiliar, but very happy.At this moment, she seemed to regain the ability to be happy.

Because Jiang Manxue's left hand is not her usual hand, her hand is not stable when drawing.The drawn lines are not very smooth, straight and somewhat crooked.

However, this did not prevent Jiang Manxue from being immersed in it.

At the moment when her left hand picked up the paintbrush, the uncontrollable tremor that pricked her heart never appeared again.Although she is not proficient in waving the paintbrush, and although the lines she draws are jerky and crude, they are all the result of her utmost control.

The shaking that was out of control seemed like a fleeting nightmare.

She has woken up from her dream, and the morning sun shines into her long-dark nightmare, driving away the lingering fog that plagued her, and brightening her world accordingly.

Jiang Manxue's emotions became more and more excited and high-spirited.With more and more left hand waving times, compared to the previous completely unfamiliar, it seems more proficient.

When she finally put her hand down, her left arm was already sore.The fingers of the left hand holding the paintbrush have also been rubbed red, and the place where the paintbrush is held is deeply sunken.

Jiang Manxue recovered and realized it when she looked at the drawing board.From the very beginning, what she sketched stroke by stroke turned out to be the outline of Fu Qingye.

From the moment she held the paintbrush with her left hand, what Jiang Manxue couldn't get out of her mind was the image of Fu Qingye sitting on the sofa with his feet up, holding a newspaper and lowering his eyebrows to read the time carefully.

The feeling that hovered around him seemed to pervade peace and happiness.The satisfaction of that kind of life is faint, but very fulfilling.

Jiang Manxue looked at the outline on the canvas with soft eyes.

She put down the paintbrush in her hand, saw that the lines on the painting were not yet proficient, and quickly listed a series of training plans for herself in her mind.Starting tomorrow, she will start training her left hand in a planned way.To exercise the stability and balance of her left hand, the most important thing is that she needs to practice more with her left hand.

In the end, Jiang Manxue's canvas was gently covered with a silk scarf.

This painting is more like a new life for her, a new beginning.She didn't want to show it to anyone before it was finished.As for the ownership of this painting after it is completed, she already has a clear answer in her heart.

By the time Jiang Manxue was lying on the bed, it was almost four o'clock in the morning.

It all happened too quickly for her.

From the dispute with Fu Qingye, to his disappointment and indifference, then to his own despair and unwillingness, and finally to new life and hope.It was like going through a movie, flashing past her eyes over and over again.

In the end, all this was fixed on the painting that spent half the night and only sketched a simple outline.

Although in the eyes of most people, the painting is probably not as beautiful and smooth as the lines drawn by a beginner, but it has given her enough courage and hope.

At the moment before falling asleep, Jiang Manxue couldn't help thinking.

Tomorrow, tomorrow must apologize to Fu Qingye.

In the dream, there were still warm tears on her eyelashes.Just different from the previous tears, this time it was joyful and sweet.

After Jiang Manxue fell asleep, there was a faint sound from the door.

Standing outside the door, Fu Qingye looked at Jiang Manxue who was soundly asleep on the bed for a while through the slightly opened gap.Seeing that she hadn't moved or woken up, she opened the door slightly and walked in quietly.

Jiang Manxue has the habit of only pulling the gauze curtains when sleeping, and not closing the curtains.

Maybe it's because she doesn't like to fall asleep alone in the dark, and usually falls asleep with the moonlight.Or maybe she wants to wake up when the first ray of sunlight shines into the room, and let the sunshine warm her long-cold body and mind.

Therefore, Fu Qingye easily saw Jiang Manxue's peaceful sleeping face through the moonlight.

And, the crystal tear hanging on the eyelashes at the corner of her eyes.

Fu Qingye frowned slightly.

He bent down and stretched out his hand tentatively, but hesitated when he was about to touch Jiang Manxue's cheek.

He just kept looking at her quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, Fu Qingye finally sighed.

"Did I push too hard? It made you feel so wronged."

Fu Qingye touched his lips, looked at Jiang Manxue's quiet face, and asked silently.

He didn't want to wake her up, he didn't want to see panic on her face, and he didn't want to see resistance and disgust for him in her eyes.

There was no answer, and the only sound was Jiang Manxue's deep breathing in a deep sleep.

Finally, Fu Qingye sighed.He bent down and moved closer to Jiang Manxue.

Finally, his lips were lightly printed on Jiang Manxue's eyes, and he gently kissed away the wet tears at the corners of her eyes.

Then, Fu Qingye's forehead didn't touch her, keeping very close to Jiang Manxue, but not enough to wake her up.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. But, I can't wait."

Fu Qingye tightly closed his eyes.His hands on both sides of Jiang Manxue's body were tightly clenched into fists, as if he was trying his best to control and endure.

"I really... can't control myself, what should I do?"

Asking silently, Fu Qingye looked at Jiang Manxue seriously.He stared at her for a long time, but he still didn't lower his head to kiss her lips. After a while, he quietly left the room just like when he came.

When leaving, Fu Qingye inadvertently caught a glimpse of the drawing board covered by Jiang Manxue's silk scarf.

Are you really so resistant?Has it reached the point where you don't even want to see this drawing board?

There was a trace of disappointment in Fu Qingye's eyes, but in the end he just looked back and left, and gently closed the door for Jiang Manxue.

Maybe this time, he was really hated...

The next morning, when Jiang Manxue woke up, the sun had already risen high.

After washing up, she couldn't wait to go downstairs.I searched around but couldn't see Fu Qingye's shadow.

Chen Xiaolu caught a glimpse of her from a distance, and waved his hand quickly.

"Oh, Mr. Fu has been away for more than two hours, why did you wake up?"