Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2543: Chapter 347

"Keep flirting around, and I’ll lock you up at home."

Momo gritted her teeth as she finished speaking, then sweetly smiled at the blonde woman who adored Ye Zhan, leaned forward, and kissed Ye Zhan on the lips. "You still haven’t answered my question from before."

Seeing that Momo was still waiting for him to answer, Ye Zhan dared not let his thoughts wander any longer, composed himself, and said warmly, "It’s not entirely for Yi Ze. If Qinghuan could come to like Yi Ze, that would be ideal. But if not, we can’t force it. I just think Yi Ze is great and likes Qinghuan."

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Imperial City.

Feng Yize sat in a car outside the airport, not leaving immediately.

He spent a long time browsing through his WeChat Moments.

He scrolled until he reached Wen Qinghuan’s first post, and then went back through them one by one, the romance in his eyes glimmering with warmth, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifted into a handsome arc.

After finishing with Wen Qinghuan’s posts, he looked through Ye Zhan’s.

Finally, he clicked on Wen Qinghuan’s chat box and typed: "Good morning, Qinghuan!"

After waiting about a minute, Wen Qinghuan replied to him, "Good morning, did you send my Sister Momo and cousin-in-law to the airport?"

With a topic to chat about, Feng Yize’s smile became radiant, and he replied instantly: "The plane has already taken off."

After sending the message, he stared at the phone screen without blinking, rereading the previous content, not missing a single punctuation mark.

"Thank you for your effort... Is auntie’s health better now? Has she been discharged?"

Wen Qinghuan learned everything about Feng Yize through Ye Zhan and Momo.

If Feng Yize didn’t contact her, she did not plan to reach out to him proactively or show concern.

The curve of Feng Yize’s lips deepened, "My mom’s health has never been great. The doctor says she can recuperate at home; staying in the hospital long-term is inconvenient. Qinghuan, thank you for your concern."

"Qinghuan, can you send me a copy of the painting you did that day? You painted it so well, and my brother and Mo Ziye’s sparring was also spectacular. I probably won’t have the chance to see them fight again."

Qinghuan sent a laughing emoji.

"I’ve done a few more, if you want one, I can send you a copy." Qinghuan had been drawing the scenes from that day these past few days.

The day Ye Zhan and Mo Ziye competed, not all the actions were captured, but she recorded them in her mind.

Later she reminisced slowly, drawing as she remembered.

Feng Yize was not the first to ask for the paintings from that day. Qinghuan had lost count of how many had asked.

She had prepared a copy for everyone, planning to distribute them once they were finished.

"Okay, I’ll send you my address..."

Feng Yize excitedly edited his address and sent it over.

"It might take a few days, I’ll let you know once I’ve sent it."

"Alright."

Thinking about soon owning Qinghuan’s painting, Feng Yize’s heart soared.

Even if Qinghuan did not like him, she was his warmth. Her dislike did not constantly affect his mood.

On the contrary, every meeting or online chat with Wen Qinghuan made him feel exceptionally happy.

G City, Wen Family.

Wen Qinghuan left her room and went to the studio upstairs.

She opened the drawer, took out a painting from the hidden compartment at the bottom.

After hesitating for two seconds, she opened the scroll.

It was a painting she had done from memory, the man in the painting had refined features, gentle eyebrows, and an elegant demeanor.

At first, she looked at the person in the painting, tugged at the corners of her mouth, and smiled lightly.

But as she looked, the smile in her eyes turned to disappointment, and her lips softly pressed together.

This painting could not be kept.

She had a small sadness in her heart, not very deep, not reaching the point of heartbreak, just her heart suddenly stirred.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Qinghuan was about to roll up the painting when her brother Ziyang’s voice suddenly came from the door, "Qinghuan, it’s time to go, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing, nothing, bro, how come your footsteps are so quiet?"

Qinghuan’s gaze turned panicked.

No time to roll up the painting, she directly hid it behind her.

A hint of doubt flashed in Wen Ziyang’s eyes as he walked in with a smile, "Qinghuan, what are you hiding? Are you secretly painting me again?"

Qinghuan liked painting since she was a child.

She frequently painted Wen Ziyang secretly; her paintings were even livelier than others’ snapshots, and to this day, there were no fewer than ten volumes depicting various expressions and actions of Wen Ziyang.

"No, I didn’t paint you."

Wen Qinghuan shook her head repeatedly.

But her flickering gaze and the movements of hiding the painting made Wen Ziyang even more convinced that she had painted him, especially when he looked particularly unattractive.

He mischievously coaxed her, "Good Qinghuan, give the painting to your brother; if it’s not a painting of me, I promise I’ll return it."

"No."

Qinghuan shook her head.

Dodging left and right, unwilling to let Ziyang get the painting.

Wen Ziyang suddenly stopped, "Qinghuan, I saw who you painted."

Qinghuan’s face changed, and in that moment, the painting in her hand was snatched away by Wen Ziyang.

"Bro, give it back to me."

"..."

Wen Ziyang hadn’t expected it wasn’t a painting of him.

Staring at the man in the painting, he was momentarily taken aback, then looked at Qinghuan, suddenly understanding something, he asked softly, "Qinghuan, when did you paint a likeness of Chu Junming? And you didn’t let me see it, you wouldn’t be..."

"No, don’t guess randomly."

"Returning it to you."

Wen Ziyang smiled and returned the rolled-up painting to Qinghuan.

Qinghuan pressed her lips together silently as she took it back, looking at the painting, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

Her shoulder received a gentle pat, Wen Ziyang’s voice sounding above her, "Since you’ve painted it, find a time to give the painting to Chu Junming. If you don’t want to give it yourself, I can help you give it to him."

"Bro."

"Afraid that your brother might keep it for himself?"

Wen Ziyang deliberately raised an eyebrow, asked discontentedly.

Wen Qinghuan shook her head.

The warmth slowly dispersed the sorrow in her heart, and with a smile, she said, "Why would you keep it for yourself?"

"Exactly, if you painted a beauty, I might consider keeping it, but there’s no reason to keep a painting of a man. Chu Junming and Feng Yize are like sworn brothers with Ye Zhan and Tang Jinchen, having no business staying in the Imperial City but coming to G City to join the fun."

"Bro, please help me give it to him."

Qinghuan’s smile returned to her usual carefree and playful demeanor. After handing the painting to Wen Ziyang, she took a sketchbook out of the drawer, "These are records of my cousin’s match with Ye Zhan from that day, a copy for everyone, please give it to him as well."

She told herself that knowing the outcome, it’s better to avoid meeting if possible.