Chapter 1748: Chapter 1684: A Good Painting
âNow I feel the love I didnât experience before.â Wang Yi said, âSo, letâs just leave it like this for now, and as for the future, let it take its course.â
Chiang Xiao thought that this side of Wang Yi was truly wonderful.
No matter how their relationship turned out, as long as she felt happy and fulfilled, that was all that mattered.
She patted Wang Yi on the shoulder, âI support you.â
âHaha, I knew you were the best, I knew youâd understand. Not like my parents and my uncle, they all say Iâm wasting my youth. Almost in my late twenties, if I donât get married soon, what will I do when Iâm old?â
Chiang Xiaoâs understanding and support made Wang Yiâs smile even brighter.
âWhatâs wrong with being in your twenties? Youâre still very young. Besides, when it comes to marriage, itâs better to follow your own heart.â
âYes, thatâs exactly what I think. If a year later, two years later, or several years later, Chen Yin can still make me feel as good as I do now, and he remains committed to me, it wonât be too late for us to marry then.â Wang Yi smiled, âSo, letâs talk about it in the future.â
Chiang Xiao raised her tea cup and clinked glasses with her.
âCongratulations.â
The Wang Yi now was completely different from the vacant-eyed Wang Yi of the previous life.
Chiang Xiao felt very gratified.
After discussing Wang Yiâs situation, Chiang Xiao then explained the reason for her visit.
âYe Wanqingâs painting?â Wang Yi stood up and said, âXiaolei also mentioned it to me. He said that there are a few students in your class whose paintings are very good. He originally thought his painting could make the cut but didnât expect Ye Wanqing to be the dark horse.â
âOh? Jin Lei said that too?â
âYes. Iâll go get her painting for you to see, itâs indeed impressive.â
Although it couldnât compare to Chiang Xiaoâs, among the freshmen in the class, it was outstanding. Chiang Xiaoâs work was exceptional and would not be used to compare with classmatesâ work.
Wang Yi brought over Ye Wanqingâs painting and slowly spread it out on the table.
Chiang Xiao saw a road lined with cherry blossoms on both sides, with an old lady walking hand in hand with a little girl down a path covered in cherry blossoms. The luster in the old ladyâs gray hair was drawn, bringing to mind the term âsilver threads,â while the little girl was looking up at the old lady with an extremely innocent and playful smile on her face.
The whole painting exuded a sense of tranquility and warmth.
The cherry blossoms were painted with great finesse and beauty.
In the future, such beautiful scenes of cherry blossoms would likely feature couples or beauties, but at this time, it was still rare.
âIndeed, itâs a good painting.â Chiang Xiao said slowly.
But her gaze suddenly became sharp.
This is definitely not Ye Wanqingâs painting!
Such painting style should be nowhere within her ability to create!
Ye Wanqing, being self-centered and vain, only had room for herself in her heart, devoid of any warmth. Hence, the intricately painted old lady and little girl were not subjects she would usually observe.
How could she paint such characters without paying attention to them?
Moreover, the painting style changed too drastically.
Previously, Ye Wanqingâs artwork was so gaudy, how could she now produce such a high-level painting?
Could it be that Ye Wanqing has already started down the same path as her previous life and has stolen someone elseâs hard work to pass off as her own?
âWhatâs wrong, Xiao Chiang, is there a problem?â Wang Yi asked somewhat anxiously.