Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

But I haven't heard that Xie Chengyin and Han Liang had any conflicts.

Yan Ci didn't expect that the author of the beautiful buttocks picture that he had been looking for for more than half a month had actually been by his side.

It's also her fault. She was careless.

Private matters like the birthmark on Han Liang's buttocks would not be told even to the closest people, and the reason why Xie Chengyin was able to draw it must be because he had actually seen it.

The time when Xie Chengyin saw Han Liang's birthmark on his buttocks was probably the last time at Guanshui Pavilion. She was right next to him at the time, and Xie Chengyin saw Han Liang's birthmark in order to help her.

As this thought swirled in Yan Ci's mind, another question suddenly occurred to him.

Why did Xie Chengyin suddenly appear that night and why did he help her? Moreover, the action of dealing with Han Liang was all Xie Chengyin's idea from beginning to end.

When Yan Ci looked at Xie Chengyin again, there was a lot more alienation and vigilance in his eyes.

They were not familiar with each other, but they met frequently in recent months. If it was not accidental, it could only be man-made.

What is his plan?

If you think about it carefully, she is a stepdaughter of the Yan family, with neither a noble family background nor stunning beauty. What is there for Xie Chengyin to covet?

This is another puzzling and confusing problem.

Yan Ci's expression changes did not escape Xie Chengyin's eyes. He was also a little puzzled as to why Yan Ci had such an expression after knowing that the picture of beautiful buttocks was drawn by him.

Qiu Fuqiu, the only heartless person who was only thinking about her sudden inspiration for painting, had already walked to the table, flattened the drawing paper on the table with a paperweight, dipped the brush in ink, glanced at Yan Ci and Xie Chengyin who were standing opposite her, and began to write.

That's right, her sudden inspiration came from the two people in front of her.

When she saw two people running towards each other in the crowd, she seemed to feel the vague emotion between men and women.

The hazy beauty at the beginning of love, the initial shyness, the infinite tug of war in the process of getting along, and the uniqueness of him and her that is different from others in the eyes of each other.

Qiu Fuqiu paints very quickly. Her painting skills were all taught by Qiu Yuzhu. In the words of Qiu Yuzhu, her way of painting is called sketching, and its biggest advantage is that it is fast and the images are vivid and lifelike.

The reason why she was able to become a famous painter in Dongdu in just six years is because her way of painting is unique and rare in the world.

Of course, there are people who imitate her, but those who have not been guided by Qiu Yuzhu naturally cannot grasp the key. They can only learn the meaning but not the spirit.

If Qiu Yuzhu had not told Xie Chengyin about sketching, Xie Chengyin's paintings would not have been considered to be painted by Qiu Fuqiu.

Qiu Fuqiu was painting with great concentration, and from time to time she looked up at the two people, their expressions and movements, as well as the distance between them. Soon, the lifelike images of the two people came to life on the paper.

After blowing away the wet ink, Qiu Fuqiu took the painting from the table and hung it on the shelf next to it. She said to the two of them, "Come on, help me give this painting a name."

Hearing the voice, Yan Ci, who had come back to his senses, looked at the painting that had just been hung up.

The portrait was a small one. There were two particularly conspicuous people on the small piece of paper: a tall and graceful man, and a pretty and lovely woman.

The two people stood opposite each other, looking into each other's eyes from a distance, and their expressions of surprise and expectation were vividly portrayed.

Unlike other paintings with figures and landscapes, this painting is full of people. Except for the two particularly conspicuous men and women, there are crowds of people around them. They have no specific images, but they look like the audience of these two people.

Yan Ci was amazed at Qiu Fuqiu's painting skills. She managed to create such a vivid and lifelike painting in such a short time. The man and woman in the painting looked like real people, and the emotions flowing secretly between them made people who viewed the painting feel the same.

Xie Chengyin was startled. The moving figures immediately reminded him of the scene he saw when he was standing on the third floor and looking down.

At that time, he saw Yan Ci in the crowd at a glance, and he looked so similar to the description in the painting.

He looked at Qiu Fuqiu, and Qiu Fuqiu also looked at him, raised the corners of her mouth and winked at him.

Xie Chengyin understood immediately that the two most eye-catching people in the painting were him and Yan Ci, whom Qiu Fuqiu saw when she looked down from the third floor.

His heart suddenly slowed down and his head buzzed as if a string was plucked violently.

His eyes unconsciously glanced towards Yan Ci. Seeing the person who was still appreciating the painting without knowing anything, Xie Chengyin let out a long sigh.

They seemed to be misunderstood.

However, Yan Ci was reminded of the tragic memories of his past life by the emotions in the painting.

She once looked at someone from afar like this, but unfortunately, the look in that person's eyes when he looked at her was not as gentle as the man in the painting. Instead, it was just cold and resolute.

Qiu Fuqiu walked up to Yan Ci and said, "If Miss Thirteen likes this painting, I'll give it to you. When the ink is dry, I'll have it framed and sent to you."

Yan Ci shrank his fingertips slightly, slowly suppressed the darkness in his eyes, and put on a gentle and decent smile: "Thank you for your kindness, I don't like this painting. My maid is still waiting for me at the door, please excuse me first."

After saying this, without waiting for Qiu Fuqiu to speak, Yan Ci simply turned around and left.

The light-colored dress turned into a faint figure, and the cold and distant back disappeared from the sight of the two.

Qiu Fuqiu was stunned for a long time before she spoke, "Why is she so weird? She was fine just now, and she was so absorbed in watching it. Why did she suddenly say she didn't like it?"

Xie Chengyin had no idea. He had been curious about Yan Ci from the very beginning, and he did not notice anything unusual about the thirteenth girl of the Yan family after several deliberate and accidental encounters.

And today, he finally discovered her extraordinaryness.

Qiu Fuqiu, however, imagined everything on her own. She looked at the painting and then at Xie Chengyin, and finally realized, "I see. That Thirteenth Lady must not like you, so she said she doesn't like the painting. This is a disguised way of rejecting you."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Xie Chengyin, you have finally come to this day!"

Xie Chengyin's forehead was full of black lines, he really admired Qiu Fuqiu's whimsical brain.

He didn't know whether Yan Ci liked him or not, but he knew that Yan Ci must not have realized that the two people in the painting were them.

He saw Yan Ci's eyes clearly just now, dark like a whirlpool. The last time he saw Yan Ci with such eyes was when he drank for him in the restaurant.

And that day, she was just like she is today, speaking directly and without leaving any room for negotiation, then she turned around and left.

If once was a coincidence, then twice is somewhat intriguing.