"Well, feel free to be creative. The general requirement is that I, and most people, should feel happy and have a smile on their face when they see your painting. What are your thoughts, Ms. Jiang?"

This requirement is too broad; the scope is still a bit too wide.

Moreover, everyone has a different definition of happiness.

Some people love nature, and seeing sheep grazing on the grassland can give them a sense of happiness.

Some people love money. Seeing a golden money tree covered in gold coins might seem vulgar to some, but to them, it would surely bring happiness…

Seemingly sensing Jiang Wanning's silence, the other end considerately sent another message: "[You don't need to worry about my preferences, nor do you need to ask me what I like. Because even I don't know what I like. I have a lot of money, but I don't know what happiness is. If your paintings can make me happy and bring a happy smile to my face, I think this ten million is well worth it. Of course, if I don't feel happy, I will still transfer the remaining five million to you as agreed.]"

The other party was truly sincere, and it would seem impolite to refuse again.

Jiang Wanning replied: 【Okay, I understand, I'll think about it carefully. So, are you in a hurry? Do you have any requirements regarding the delivery date?】

[The sooner the better. Oh, no, a month, please. Can you finish it in a month?]

Thank you, I'll try.

During this month, Jiang Wanning will not receive the five million, and the buyer will not be able to apply for a refund.

Jiang Wanning is not short of money and feels that a month is not a long time, but she will do her best.

Jiang Wanning told the buyer that she would do her best, and after saying goodbye, she didn't reply to her messages again.

Happiness? What is happiness?

For her, happiness seems to be different at each stage.

When she returned to Jiang Xinkai and Xia Rushan's side, her happiness lay in seeing her mother recover. Now that Xia Rushan is healthy, Jiang Wanning's happiness is that her paintings are appreciated, that she has endless inspiration to create, and that the people she loves and who love her are happy and safe.

Jiang Wanning came back from the studio today and has been pondering what to paint.

She discovered that the range was too broad, because the buyer didn't even know what she liked.

The buyer said she lacked nothing and could have whatever she wanted, so she didn't know what happiness was.

When Fu Chenyuan returned, he did not see Jiang Wanning.

The kitchen lady had just finished cooking when she saw Fu Chenyuan looking for Jiang Wanning. She smiled and said, "Madam seemed very troubled after she came back from outside today. I saw her walk towards the garden."

Fu Chenyuan thanked her, and the kitchen aunt left.

Jiang Wanning sat on the grass, the setting sun shining on her, as if laying a golden veil over her.

She was hugging her legs, her chin resting on her knees.

Fu Chenyuan walked over and chuckled, "If you keep pulling, you'll tear this patch of grass bare."

After saying that, he sat down next to Jiang Wanning and naturally picked her up.

Jiang Wanning faced Fu Chenyuan and straddled him.

The position was somewhat embarrassing, causing Fu Chenyuan's Adam's apple to bob involuntarily, and the look in his eyes to darken inexplicably.

Normally, Jiang Wanning would never be so careless, but now, because she was so focused on the theme of the painting and where to begin, she didn't notice anything at all.

Jiang Wanning lay on top of Fu Chenyuan, wrapped her arms around his waist, and took a deep, satisfied breath.

She could smell the pleasant, cool fragrance emanating from Fu Chenyuan, a scent that felt familiar and reassuring.

She was troubled: "Ah Yuan, I'm so annoyed. A buyer who doesn't know what happiness is has given me a difficult problem. She wants me to paint a picture that makes her happy. She doesn't even know what happiness is, how am I supposed to know what to paint? But she's offering too much, ten million, ten million! The money is practically handed to me, how can I not paint it?"

Fu Chenyuan pinched Jiang Wanning's nose, making it hard for her to breathe.

Jiang Wanning opened her mouth, and Fu Chenyuan lowered his head and kissed her.

Jiang Wanning's eyes widened as Fu Chenyuan covered them, kissing her gently and tenderly, until the kisses grew increasingly intense.

Jiang Wanning was so dizzy from the kiss that she momentarily forgot all about the painting.

When Fu Chenyuan finally finished kissing her and was willing to release her lips, Jiang Wanning breathed heavily.

Can she say that she feels happy just by holding Fu Chenyuan, being held by Fu Chenyuan, and being kissed by Fu Chenyuan?

Fu Chenyuan kissed Jiang Wanning on the cheek again.

"Is it that difficult? If it's that difficult, then I won't draw it, and I won't make this money."

"That won't do. There's no reason to push money away. Besides, you make a lot of money, but I want to make money too. Even if I don't earn as much as you, I can still earn money. If we break up someday, I'll be able to support myself."

She blurted out something she shouldn't have.

As expected, Fu Chenyuan's expression immediately darkened.

"Say what you just said again? When we got our marriage certificate, I told you that I didn't have any other women, I wouldn't consider divorce, and I didn't have anyone I liked."

"Who said you didn't have someone you liked? You had a crush on me back then, and you deliberately seduced me into getting our marriage certificate. How could you say you didn't have anyone you liked?"

Jiang Wanning retorted with a hint of smugness.

“Now that you know, if you bring up divorce again, I’ll take care of you right here and now,” he said threateningly.

Fu Chenyuan has always been unrestrained and reckless in bed, and Jiang Wanning believes that Fu Chenyuan is a man of his word.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. But life may only be a few decades long, but the passion of love only lasts a few months. When the passion fades, you'll see me without the filter. What you thought was good and cute before may not seem so anymore. Maybe it'll be fine for a year or two, or five or ten years, or twenty or thirty years?"

Fu Chenyuan suddenly moved, and Jiang Wanning froze, too afraid to move.

She was incredibly embarrassed and annoyed: "I'm the one suffering here, and what are you thinking about?"

Fu Chenyuan chuckled: "Do you want to see what position we're in right now? Besides, you said five or ten years would be fine, but look at my reaction to you, do you think I'd get tired of you in ten years? I wouldn't get tired of you in twenty years. Not even in thirty!"

"How old will I be in thirty years? Fifty-six, right? Do you think we'll still be this frequent then? So, honey, while we're still young, are you sure you want more?"