Qin Sui’an loved the painting very much, reluctant to let go. Afraid of dirtying it, she gently touched her image in the painting as if it were in the air. She couldn’t contain her joy, her sweet voice expressing her happiness, "Ann loves it so much!"

Qin Haochen couldn’t help but smile, deeply moved by her adorable actions. He gently held her tiny wrist, guiding her to touch the image of herself in the painting boldly. "Ann, the painting is framed with protective glass, so it won’t get dirty or damaged."

Hearing her father’s words, Qin Sui’an carefully touched the painting and indeed felt the transparent protective layer. She was overjoyed, continuously touching the image of herself through the protective frame, happily saying, "Daddy, does Ann look exactly like this painting?"

Qin Haochen’s smile widened gradually. He nodded gently, patiently responding to her, "Yes, Ann looks exactly like the little one in this painting, even cuter than the one in the painting."

Qin Sui’an blushed, covering her red cheeks with both hands, shyly and happily looking down.

Zhu Xiulin, seeing how much they loved the gift he gave, smiled along with them. It seemed that his lips had been in a perpetual smile since meeting Little One, without any hint of stiffness or fatigue.

Zhu Xiulin chuckled, his voice filled with joy, "Seeing Ann and Mr. Qin like the painting so much, I’m relieved."

Qin Haochen sincerely praised, "Zhu Xiulin, you’ve painted it beautifully."

"Thank you, Mr. Qin," Zhu Xiulin smiled again.

Qin Sui’an, looking at the painting, suddenly had an idea. She tilted her little face up, her round eyes shining brightly as she looked at her father.

Qin Haochen caught her meaningful gaze and asked, "What does Ann want to do?"

"Daddy, Ann also wants to give Uncle a painting, is that okay?" She pursed her lips, her soft voice filled with shy embarrassment.

Qin Haochen hesitated for a moment. He hadn’t expected Little One to make such a proposal. He had no reason to refuse, but if Little One painted, her identity couldn’t be hidden anymore.

Just a moment of hesitation, Qin Haochen nodded with a smile, "Of course."

What if she couldn’t hide it? Did Little One want to be an apprentice? It all depended on Little One’s wishes.

Qin Haochen called the bodyguards to quickly prepare drawing paper and brushes. Zhu Xiulin heard their conversation and instantly felt excited.

He never imagined that his visit to Bay Villa would be so rewarding! He could see Little One painting in person! Although Zhu Xiulin had known that the painting came from Little One’s hand, seeing her paint was undoubtedly a great honor.

While waiting for the bodyguards to prepare the drawing paper and brushes, Zhu Xiulin’s heart raced, and his excited expression couldn’t be concealed.

Qin Haochen glanced at him and had a warm cup of sugar water brought to him, hoping to prevent him from fainting in excitement.

Soon, the bodyguards brought warm sugar water to Zhu Xiulin and placed the drawing paper and brushes on the table.

Qin Haochen brought a small stool specially made for Little One.

Qin Sui’an sat on the stool, in front of the table in the living room, in front of Zhu Xiulin, and began her painting.

Strictly speaking, this was Little One’s fourth time painting. The first time was when she painted a "runaway from home" message for her family. The second time was in the kitchen of the Ye family hospital, where she painted for her three uncles and the head chef. The third time was when she painted a family portrait as a birthday gift for Grandpa Ou.

And for this fourth time, Little One already had the structure of this painting in her little head.

The colorful paintbrush in front of her carefully chosen, Qin Sui’an began to draw on the blank paper in her mind’s image.

Zhu Xiulin had spent nearly two days on the painting he gave to Little One. At this moment, he saw with his own eyes that in less than an hour, Little One had completed a perfectly constructed and lifelike artwork.

Zhu Xiulin almost didn’t dare to blink. Every time he blinked and opened his eyes again, the painting became more and more perfect. He couldn’t find any flaws in it except for the word "perfect"!

Whether it was the light and shadow, the details of the characters in the painting, or the color matching of the entire painting, Zhu Xiulin was speechless and could not think of any better words to praise this painting.

Such extraordinary talent appeared on a three-year-old Little One.

Zhu Xiulin was amazed, completely lost in staring at the painting. Under Little One’s brush, it became even more perfect.

He had thought he was very talented, believing that he had reached the pinnacle in painting and had no more breakthroughs to make on this path.

He had released news to retire from the "arena." He had donated all the proceeds from his recent exhibition.

But now it seemed that he was not qualified to retire. There was still a lot for him to learn.

Qin Sui’an was extremely serious as she painted. Until the final stroke, she looked at the painting several times to make sure she hadn’t missed anything before putting down the brush.

She tilted her little face up, looked at her father, and then at Uncle Zhu Xiulin, saying proudly, "Ann finished painting!"

Qin Haochen, sitting behind Little One for the first time, watched her paint an entire painting.

Even though she was his daughter, he was still very surprised and sincerely proud and proud.

He hugged Little One into his arms and praised softly, "Ann is amazing, you paint so beautifully."

"Hehe~" Qin Sui’an stood up straight, very proud, her little face reddened by his praise, her bright eyes turning into small crescents.

Zhu Xiulin couldn’t help but stand up, took a few steps forward, and approached to admire this freshly baked painting.

Looking closer, he admired even more the talent of Little One. "So amazing, too amazing!"

In the painting she gave to Little One, she painted herself. In the painting Little One gave to him, she painted him.

He looked like the painting he had seen at the exhibition, dressed in a Zhongshan suit. It was detailed, with the buttons on the front buttoned up to the top. The strokes of the brush were light and heavy, creating a dignified visual impression of the Zhongshan suit.

His face was painted to look like it would blink and move the next second, just like a real person.

This kind of painting skill, for him, would have to be practiced several times with a draft before it could reach this level. Yet, in less than an hour, Little One had completed this painting.