A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

Rong Che was busy with his affairs, so Lin Qinghuan and Rong Siyuan had dinner together.

To be precise, eating with her children.

Rong Che hung up the phone and came in. Instead of sitting down to have breakfast together, he went directly to the study. When he came out again, he held his coat in his hand. When he walked to the dining room, he said to Lin Qinghuan: "I have something to go out, you guys eat slowly."

When Lin Qinghuan wanted to ask more questions, Rong Che had already closed the door and went out.

Rong Siyuan and Lin Qinghuan were left looking at each other.

Rong Siyuan was afraid that Lin Qinghuan would be disappointed, so he quickly comforted him: "It's okay, he is always so busy, don't care about him, why don't we eat ours?"

Lin Qing smiled happily: "Well, let's eat ours."

What does it matter!

It's not like she doesn't know that Rong Che has so many things to do every day.

After breakfast, Zhao's mother called someone to start arranging things and snacks for Rong Siyuan's birthday party in the evening.

Lin Qinghuan couldn't help, so she took Rong Siyuan to play on the balcony on the second floor.

Rong Siyuan looked at the scenery of the sea in the distance, and then at Lin Qinghuan who was sitting on the side with his chin resting on his face, who was a bit bored, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Lin Qinghuan, can I draw you?"

"Ah?" Lin Qinghuan belatedly replied.

Rong Siyuan: "I said, I will draw you."

"Draw me?" Lin Qinghuan looked at Rong Siyuan, and after a while he turned his head and smiled and said, "Siyuan, today is your birthday, why don't you draw something else?"

"Draw what?"

Lin Qinghuan: "Draw your mother."

Rong Siyuan didn't speak, just looked at Lin Qinghuan quietly, and said for a moment: "But I have already said, let you be my mother."

The corners of Lin Qinghuan's mouth twitched, and he smiled as usual: "I know, and I have already agreed, but these are two different things."

Rong Siyuan was silent.

Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to look at the sea and sky in the distance, pondered for a moment and said: "Draw a picture of your imaginary mother, I want to see..." In your heart, what am I like.

But Lin Qinghuan couldn't say the last words.

She suddenly remembered a question she asked Rong Che last night.

Since I already knew it, why didn't I say it?
What should I say?

Facing Rong Siyuan at this moment, she also has a lot of things she knows but can't say.

Simply, so be it.

After all, companionship and emotion are not fake.

She needs time to digest slowly, and so does Rong Siyuan.

Thinking about it, Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, and when she turned her head to look at Rong Siyuan, she was still smiling, but her words changed into another meaning: "I want to see, in your imagination, who is your mother? What a gentle person."

Rong Siyuan didn't refuse, turned around and asked Zhao Ma to ask someone to bring up all his oil painting tools, set them up, and stood in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush, he didn't start painting for a long time.

Lin Qinghuan still sat in the original position, resting his chin leisurely, and found that Rong Siyuan was looking at her, frowned slightly, and asked: "What's wrong?"

Rong Siyuan flattened the corner of his mouth: "Why do you want me to draw my mother?"

"Eh..." Lin Qinghuan thought for a while before saying, "I just want to know."

Rong Siyuan frowned immaturely: "You don't... have a sense of crisis, do you?"

"What?" Lin Qinghuan didn't understand the meaning of Rong Siyuan's words.

Rong Siyuan explained: "It's just...jealous. Isn't there a saying that knowing the enemy and knowing yourself is the only way to win a hundred battles? You want to get to know her from me, and then you can figure out a countermeasure for yourself."

what? What?
What's all this mess?

"Why should I think of a good countermeasure?" I feel that the problem is a bit off track, and at the same time I really don't understand why Rong Siyuan has such a brain circuit.

However, Rong Siyuan was very sure: "You are in love with my father, right?"

"What nonsense! How could I..." Lin Qinghuan subconsciously denied it, but she only spoke halfway through and then stopped.

She... fell in love with Rong Che?
It seems that I am not too sure in my heart, but what is certain is that I don't hate it, I don't like it, it's not...

Lin Qinghuan herself couldn't figure out what kind of emotion that was, but she couldn't say the words of denial calmly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Rong Siyuan was almost sure of his thoughts.

Taking the paintbrush and dipping it in the paint, he began to paint on the canvas. However, the moment the brush fell on the canvas, Rong Siyuan suddenly found that all the images about her mother in his mind were very suitable for the image of Lin Qinghuan in front of him.

He thought it was unscientific.

Therefore, the actual painting is completely different from the imagination.

However, without actual reference, without the rough outline of imagination, if you draw a picture out of thin air, the result will be very bleak.

Therefore, when Lin Qinghuan looked at the finished painting that didn't look like it at all, he was in a bad mood.

"This is... a person?"

Anyway, it is very difficult for Lin Qinghuan to describe Rong Siyuan's painting as a portrait.

Rong Siyuan's face was also a little uneasy, but he still insisted and said: "Ah, yes, that's how I imagined her."

His tone was very firm, but he didn't dare to look at Lin Qinghuan.

The corner of Lin Qinghuan's mouth twitched, speechless.

Her fault, she shouldn't have suggested it blindly.

It's just...

Let's say that.

Lin Qinghuan has never liked to use a person's appearance to judge how a person is, but if she grows up like the painting Rong Siyuan just painted, she would rather be isolated from the world and live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests forever!
Rong Siyuan probably also had a hard time accepting the things he drew, so he put down the brush and quickly took the canvas off it, and it became a ball and threw it into the trash can beside it.

Changed a new canvas, and immediately said: "I'd better draw you, imagine or something, you are too difficult to do."

When he said that, Lin Qinghuan almost believed it herself.

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Rong Che didn't come back until night.

The people who were invited to Rong Siyuan's birthday party came one after another. Zhao Ma helped Lin Qinghuan greet the guests, while Rong Siyuan obediently stood beside Lin Qinghuan. From time to time, someone came to say hello to him, and they were all children of the same age.

Hu Ruiming also came, and Hu Tianyu brought him here.

Handed Rong Siyuan a gift: "Siyuan, I carefully prepared this for you, quickly open it and have a look."

But Rong Siyuan said personally: don't look at it.

Hu Ruiming looked aggrieved: "Just take a look, okay?"

Still don't look!

Seeing Hu Ruiming's pitiful appearance, Lin Qinghuan couldn't bear it any longer, and persuaded Siyuan: "Siyuan, why don't you open it and have a look?"

Rong Siyuan looked up at Lin Qinghuan. Although he didn't speak, he could see that Lin Qinghuan was not sure.

That little expression seemed to be questioning her: are you serious!

emmmmmmm
It was true at the beginning, but it's hard to say now.

But Rong Siyuan finally accepted the gift from Hu Ruiming.

turn on.

A ghost head popped out of it.

Ahhhhh!

Lin Qinghuan was startled.

Both Hu Tianyu and Hu Ruiming couldn't laugh anymore.

Lin Qinghuan was speechless: "Childish!"

Hu Ruiming: "Aunt Lin, I'm not even five years old, we kids like to play tricks like this!"

On the other hand, Rong Siyuan closed the box with a calm expression, and slowly complained: "Boring."

He knew Hu Ruiming better than Lin Qinghuan, and when he heard him say that, he knew what he was paying attention to, but Lin Qinghuan seemed very interested, so Rong Siyuan reluctantly followed Hu Ruiming once.

But she never expected that Lin Qinghuan would be frightened.

Really...

Hey!
What can I say about her, she is really cute and helpless when she is confused.

Hu Ruiming didn't care about Lin Qinghuan's childishness, but he was very concerned about Rong Siyuan's boredom, and argued unconvinced: "It's not boring, you see that Aunt Lin was scared! Besides, I made this with my own hands."

Rong Siyuan didn't say anything, turned around and put Hu Ruiming's gift on the table where the gifts were piled up.

It means he accepted it.

Hu Ruiming seemed very happy, and looked up at Lin Qinghuan: "Aunt Lin, can you let Siyuan go play with me?"

Lin Qing smiled happily: "Of course, but remember to be careful."

"En, good." Hu Ruiming said and went directly to Rong Siyuan's place.

However, looking at Hu Tianyu in front of him, Lin Qinghuan suddenly regretted that he had promised so readily.

Lin Qinghuan obviously didn't want to see him, and Hu Tianyu knew it well, but he didn't care at all.

He looked at Lin Qinghuan carefully, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a little playfulness in his tone: "Rong Che is willing to treat you, the collection of the top luxury flat-auction designer in Italy is said to have sold for 1000 million yuan at the auction. The sky-high price, I didn't expect Rong Che to buy it for you?"

However, Lin Qing smiled happily: "Sorry, you guessed wrong. It wasn't Rong Che who bought it for me, it was Siyuan."

Hu Tianyu did not expect this.

Glancing at Rong Siyuan who was playing with Hu Ruiming, he frowned involuntarily, and when he turned to look at Lin Qinghuan, his smile was slightly disdainful: "Siyuan is very kind to your stepmother."

Lin Qinghuan twitched the corner of her mouth, and said with a smirk: "I'm afraid to scare you if I say it, I'm not Siyuan's stepmother!"

Hu Tianyu sneered involuntarily: "If it's not a stepmother, then it's still a biological mother?"

He didn't believe it.

Moreover, I am afraid that if I tell anyone, others will not believe it.

Hu Tianyu was silent for a while, and frowned slightly, as if after careful consideration, he said without thinking: "Besides, the time is not right, Siyuan is only five years old."

Today is Siyuan's fifth birthday.

Hu Tianyu's words made Lin Qinghuan a little puzzled.

Only five years old?
What do you mean?
However, Lin Qinghuan didn't have time to think about it at all, and heard a quarrel not far away.

"Rong Chen, I'm fucking asking you something! Where's Rong Che! What the hell is that bastard Hu Tianxiao trying to do! It's endless, isn't it!"

Ou Yu's voice, and Ou Rui's persuading voice next to him: "Aren't you going to talk well?"

Hu Tianxiao?
Lin Qinghuan subconsciously looked at Hu Tianyu. Hu Tianyu chuckled and did not avoid her gaze. The emotion hidden in his eyes was Lin Qinghuan's unpredictable temptation...