Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

In order to complete the new stone sculpture, Zhuang Mingyue's hands were cut. While putting Band-Aids on her hands, she looked worriedly at the work in front of her that was less than a quarter completed.

When Zhan Yan came in, he saw Zhuang Mingyue supporting her chin with a worried look on her face, which made him notice her scarred hand.

Before Zhuang Mingyue could react, the man's big hand reached out and carefully examined her hand, while his mouth was still blowing gently.

Just now, Zhuang Mingyue wanted to continue grinding, but accidentally cut her hand again. She simply stopped in annoyance, and was in a daze without noticing Zhan Yan coming in.

Zhan Yan felt that Zhuang Mingyue was no longer suitable for stone carving. It took her several months to polish each piece, and the wounds on her hands kept healing and then reappearing.

Zhuang Mingyue felt the pain on the wound on her hand lessened a little under the breeze of Zhan Yan, but she couldn't help thinking about the significance of polishing the work.

“Do you actually feel that maybe something else is more suitable for you?”

Zhan Yan's sudden words made Zhuang Mingyue a little confused, but she had to say that these words were exactly what she was thinking. Perhaps some decisions were made on a whim?

When I saw stone carving abroad, I really liked it, but I decided to learn it all at once. Now I think it was a bit impulsive. When I think about my physical condition...

Realizing that Zhuang Mingyue was lost in thought, Zhan Yan had a premonition that she had seriously considered the pros and cons of the matter.

For a week, Zhuang Mingyue did not go to polish the stone sculptures. The wounds on her hands were coated with the imported ointment that Zhan Yan had someone buy for her. Not only did they not leave any scars, but the wounds were also much smoother and brighter than before.

Little Xingxing followed Zhan Yan's instructions and led Zhuang Mingyue to the studio. "Mom, do you want to draw for me?"

Zhuang Mingyue was slightly hesitant, but when she looked at the paintbrush, she felt a sense of familiarity.

Zhan Yan stood at the door, silently watching what was happening inside. He thought that Zhuang Mingyue would definitely be familiar with painting, and once she tasted the sweetness, she would continue to pursue the path of painting.

Encouraged by Little Star, Zhuang Mingyue picked up the paintbrush and painted a picture without even thinking about it. The painting was in a pastoral style, and there was a sense of beauty and healing throughout the painting.

When Zhan Yan saw this painting, he couldn't help but think of the days they spent in Yunwu Town.

"Mom, your painting is so beautiful!" Little Star did not hide his praise, "It can be put on display!"

While talking about Xiao Xingxing, she also pulled Zhan Yan, indicating that as her husband, he should also make some comments.

Zhuang Mingyue was secretly looking forward to Zhan Yan's answer, but she didn't expect him to be so frugal and only give two words.

"good."

Little Xingxing was a little annoyed that his father was not supportive enough, but he didn't know that Zhan Yan was trying to motivate Zhuang Mingyue.

Sure enough, for several days in a row, Zhuang Mingyue stayed in the studio every day except for eating, and she became more and more obsessed with painting.

Xiao Xingxing's love for painting was also due to Zhuang Mingyue. Seeing that she has regained her passion, she feels sincerely proud of her.

After several days of hard work, Zhuang Mingyue finally painted the Yunwu Town in her memory. She kept the door closed in the studio these days in order to give Zhan Yan a surprise.

The Yunwu Town in her memory is so beautiful because of the people there and also because of the memories that Zhan Yan brought her.

It was already very late when Zhan Yan returned from the meeting. He had called Zhuang Mingyue before going to the company to tell her not to wait for her. Normally she would be obedient, but today she kept waiting in the living room.

Zhan Yan was about to ask Zhuang Mingyue why she wasn't asleep yet, but he realized that she had her hands behind her back, smiling as if she had a surprise for him.

After the man sat down beside her, Zhuang Mingyue said softly, "I know I shouldn't stay up so late, but I really can't help but want to show you my paintings."

As she spoke, Zhuang Mingyue carefully picked up the painting in her hand and showed it to Zhan Yan. Seeing that he was concentrating on it, she stood up playfully and said, "I'm going to rest first!"

The people left, took the paintings with them, and left behind an exhibition that was lost in memories.

The summer vacation passed in a flash, and when it was time to go abroad, Zhuang Mingyue gave the answer she had already made up her mind, "I'm not going."

This result was expected by Zhan Yan. He had noticed Zhuang Mingyue's recent emphasis on painting.

Although she had decided not to go abroad, Zhuang Mingyue still found it difficult to face Zhan Yan, always feeling that she had done something wrong.

Zhan Yan gave her the greatest degree of assurance, simply because he understood.

"I would never think that you are a person who gets excited only after a short period of time." Zhan Yan said this sincerely. He had seen the efforts Zhuang Mingyue made in polishing the stone sculptures, but that kind of difficult creation was not suitable for her.

Zhuang Mingyue heaved a sigh of relief, and when she looked at the banquet again, there was some moisture in her eyes.

Zhan Yan hurriedly hugged her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just feel very touched." Zhuang Mingyue said as she threw herself into the man's arms, feeling happy and touched. She would probably become more dependent on Zhan Yan in the future, but why did she still feel so sweet when she thought about it?

Zhuang Mingyue's dedication to painting has brought her the joy of creation and also made her think about publishing her works.

As soon as this proposal was made to Zhan Yan, he received his full support, "Then the biggest sponsor can only be me."

Jan was surprised to learn that Zhuang Mingyue was pursuing a career in painting. He didn't expect that the exhibition ticket he gave to Zhuang Mingyue last time was so well-matched. But he suddenly remembered that it was Zhan Yan's gift. It seemed that Mr. Zhan had a good eye for talent!

That day, when Zhuang Mingyue was taking Jan to the water park, Jan called.

"Mingyue, are you busy recently?" Jan wanted to contact her to discuss cooperation.

Zhuang Mingyue has been at home for the past three days, and has nothing else to do except painting. "It's been fine recently."

Jan expressed his intention, "It's like this, I have a friend who is filming a movie, but he has been struggling to find a female lead recently..."

Speaking of filming, Zhuang Mingyue felt familiar, but she didn't know where to start. She wanted to find this familiar feeling, "Can I?"

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Yan asked briefly and was not surprised to learn that Zhuang Mingyue was going to film a movie.

"Do you want to go?" Zhan Yan wanted to know what Zhuang Mingyue thought, after all, this involved some things in the past.

Zhuang Mingyue actually hadn't thought about this question exactly, but what she blurted out at this moment was, "I want to go."

Wanting to go film is one thing, but Zhuang Mingyue never thought of delaying her painting. She was very serious about fortune-telling and banqueting.

The little star splashed in the water, swam happily in the swimming pool, and waved over here from time to time.

Zhuang Mingyue picked up the juice beside her and stared at Zhan Yan. The man's figure was as exquisite as a foreign stone sculpture.