Chapter 2632: You're Neither Foolish Nor Crippled (Extra Update 7)

Feng Yize wanted to say, “I’m not in a hurry.”

But as the words reached his lips, something flashed in his mind, and he suddenly squinted his eyes.

He stared at Chu Junming, “Third brother, are you..?”

Chu Junming paused with his fingers on the cup, then removed them after a moment, and stood up to return behind his desk.

“…”

Feng Yize blinked his long, romantic eyes, waited for a while, but didn’t hear a response from Chu Junming.

He already had a sense of what was going on.

His brows furrowed.

With his head bowed, he pondered something apologetically.

Behind the desk, Chu Junming put one hand on the desk, and the other grabbed the mouse, noticing Feng Yize was deep in thought.

He smiled lightly, “Don’t make wild guesses. There’s nothing going on between me and Qingling. If you want things to be natural between you and Qinghuan, then let them be. It’s quite good this way.”

“Third brother?”

“If there’s nothing else, don’t waste my time here. I’ll send the drawings to your phone. If there are any changes needed, communicate with the renovation company. Also, once I go back tomorrow, keep an eye on things.”

“Okay.”

Feng Yize nodded with a smile.

Chu Junming picked up his phone, sent it to him, and then lowered his head to continue working.

Seeing Chu Junming busy, Feng Yize didn’t disturb him any further, saying, “Third brother, I’m leaving now.”

He turned and left the office.

After the office door closed, Chu Junming raised his head, his gaze resting on the closed door.

After a long time, he lowered his head again to continue working.

…

In the studio, Yan Zhidong sat on the window sofa, propping her chin with one hand, maintaining a smiling posture.

Until Qinghuan’s gentle voice sounded, “Aunt Yan, you can move now.”

Only then did she blink and gently move her neck.

She laughed, “Qinghuan, did you finish painting so quickly?”

“Yes, Aunt Yan. Take a look first to see if you like it. If not, I’ll repaint it for you.”

“Oh… I absolutely love it, Qinghuan. I’m so excited, what should I do? I want to hug you.”

After viewing the portrait, Yan Zhidong couldn’t contain her excitement and finally embraced Qinghuan with joy.

When Feng Yize entered the studio, this was the scene he saw.

Qinghuan being bear-hugged by his mother.

“Mom, Qinghuan, what are you doing?”

He strode over, and Yan Zhidong released Qinghuan, pointing at the freshly painted portrait, “Come, Yize, let me introduce you. This is your mother.”

Feng Yize’s lips twitched as he looked at Yan Zhidong’s happy and proud face.

A bit dazed.

He hadn’t seen his mother like this in a long time.

After introducing, Yan Zhidong noticed Feng Yize frozen and speechless.

She paused, then laughed again, “What’s the matter with you, Qinghuan painted me ten years younger, Yize, why don’t you swap with Qinghuan.”

“Swap what?”

Feng Yize took two steps forward, admiring the portrait directly.

His mother was a great beauty in her younger years, and indeed, the portrait looked a bit younger.

But she was still beautiful now.

“Of course, swap you with Qinghuan. You go to the Wen Family as a son, and Qinghuan comes home with me as a daughter.”

Qinghuan couldn’t help but laugh.

Feng Yize glanced at her, and she innocently waved, indicating it had nothing to do with her.

He then looked at Yan Zhidong, and asked gloomily, “Mom, if you don’t want a son, do you think Uncle and Aunt Wen would want one?”

Yan Zhidong couldn’t get enough of staring at the painting, hearing Feng Yize’s question.

She just glanced at him briefly before refocusing on the painting.

Curtly saying, “They would want you, since you’re not bad looking, not dumb or crippled, and you’d earn money to take good care of them in the future.”

“…”

Feng Yize was genuinely heartbroken.

After speaking, Yan Zhidong turned to Qinghuan with a cheerful smile asking, “Qinghuan, can you draw me another portrait in a cheongsam tomorrow?”

Qinghuan nodded, “Of course.”

“No way.”

Both Feng Yize and Qinghuan spoke in unison.

Yet Yan Zhidong automatically ignored them.

She lowered her head, speaking to herself, “I should still fit into a cheongsam.”

“Aunt Yan, you have such a good figure, you definitely can. I’ll accompany you to buy one later. I know a shop that makes really great cheongsams.”

“Really? Then let’s go now.”

Qinghuan nodded with a smile, “Sure, let’s go now.”

“Can any of you pay attention to me…”

Before Feng Yize finished speaking, Yan Zhidong casually picked up a magazine and covered his face with it.

Afraid the magazine would fall, he obediently held onto it.

Yan Zhidong and Qinghuan chatted and walked out of the studio. Only then did he remove the magazine from his face, and through the glass window, watched them holding hands heading to the pedestrian street ahead.

Feng Yize touched his nose, his mom seemed to love Qinghuan so much, even though he lost his status, he was quite happy.

…

Qinghuan took Yan Zhidong to the luxury street designed by Mo Ziye for Qingqing.

It’s a fashion landmark in G City.

The cheongsam shop was in the middle. Qinghuan and Yan Zhidong walked ahead while Feng Yize maintained a distance of two to three meters, following behind.

Occasionally, taking a candid photo of their backs.

Because earlier that morning, Tang Jinchen’s parents and Ye Zhan and the grandfather, father and others all went back to the Imperial City.

Only Yan Zhidong, who came to G City for fun, didn’t go back.

Although she came with the large group, she was the most leisurely, able to stay as long as she wished.

So she found Qinghuan.

“Aunt Yan, here we are.”

Qinghuan pointed to the shop ahead to introduce it to Yan Zhidong.

Yan Zhidong responded, then turned back to shout to Feng Yize who had been following behind, “Son, hurry up.”

Feng Yize, “…”

Finally noticed me.

Before entering the shop, Yan Zhidong added, “You’ll pay later.”

Feng Yize, “…”

…

An hour later.

Feng Yize swiped his card to pay.

Yan Zhidong wanted to buy Qinghuan one as well, but Qinghuan refused.

She didn’t insist, took the bag with the cheongsam from the clerk, and refused Feng Yize’s offer to carry it.

After leaving the cheongsam shop, Yan Zhidong started yawning, saying exhaustedly, “I can’t anymore, Qinghuan, I need to go home and rest first. But you’ve accompanied me so long without buying anything, and I didn’t even compensate you for the portrait. How about this: let Yize accompany you to pick something you like, anything goes.”

Qinghuan shook her head with a smile, “Aunt Yan, I’m not lacking anything. Since you’re tired, let’s head back.”

“No, no.”

Yan Zhidong became serious, “I’ll be restless if you don’t choose a gift. I won’t dare ask you to paint tomorrow either. Qinghuan, if you don’t want Yize to join, I’ll tough it out a while longer and accompany you to select something.”

She spoke while bending slightly, gently tapping her leg with the hand not holding the bag.

“Getting old means being useless, my legs are sore from just a bit of shopping.”