"My lord, I understand it, but this is quite intricate. I need a little time to refine the details."

Lu Tu looked up at Old Wang the carpenter: "No need to rush, I estimate the baby won't be born for another few months."

"Sir, how many should we make at once?"

"Four, the more the better, just in case."

"I understand, sir. May I borrow a pen and paper so I can draw this picture? I'm afraid I'll forget it later. You know I'm old and my memory isn't very good."

Lu Tu found some paper, too lazy to grind ink, and directly took out a piece of charcoal from the stove. In a few strokes, he sketched a complete geometric shape of a baby carriage on the paper.

Song Yuxi happened to see this and exclaimed in surprise, "Husband, may I take a look at that paper?"

Old Wang quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Madam."

Song Yuxi, unusually, did not respond, her gaze remaining fixed on Lü Tu's blueprints the entire time, refusing to look away even an inch.

After carefully examining the drawings, Song Yuxi exclaimed, "My husband is truly a model of a gentleman! You are proficient in all six arts of a gentleman! Your painting skills are exquisite and simply wonderful!"

Lu Tu hadn't expected her to offer so much emotional support, and chuckled, "You like it? I'll paint one for you!"

"Really, my husband? Is it alright?"

"Of course I can. You are my wife, it is only right for me to paint a picture for you. Please sit down."

Lu Tu handed the blueprints to Lao Wang and told him to go and get busy. He then got some new paper and began to sketch Song Yuxi.

The commotion alerted Cuiguo and Lingdang, who stood curiously behind Lü Tu.

Lingdang and Aqiao are another story, as they have never been exposed to painting. But Cuiguo was, after all, Wang Miaoling's dowry maid, and she had been taking classes with Wang Miaoling since she was a child, so she must know some painting skills.

The moment Lü Tu began to write, she noticed something amiss: "Huh? This isn't the usual style of writing, young master."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Lü Tu casually drew the outline of a figure on the paper. As Lü Tu's charcoal pencil moved faster, the figure became clearer and more three-dimensional.

"My goodness! Miss, come quick!" Cuiguo called out anxiously to Wang Miaoling, who had just gotten up inside.

Hearing such an urgent call, Wang Miaoling helped Nangong Huiyu out and looked at the scene before her with curiosity: "What's all the fuss about? What kind of behavior is this?"

But the moment her eyes fell on the paper, she instinctively flinched.

A lifelike image of Song Yuxi appeared on the paper, with every frown and smile perfectly mimicking the dignified Song Yuxi sitting at that moment.

She only knew that Lü Tu was skilled in martial arts and was as majestic and domineering as a war god on the battlefield. Later, she heard Lü Tu sing in public.

Although that love song wasn't sung to her, Wang Miaoling would occasionally recall and sing a verse of it whenever she encountered setbacks.

But now she has discovered another shining point of Lü Tu: even his painting skills are so amazing. How can there be such a perfect person in the world?

Moreover, when Wang Miaoling looked up at Lü Tu's profile, she was immediately captivated by his extremely focused expression.

She had never imagined that Lü Tu could be so handsome. In the past, when she saw Lü Tu, she was usually busy with other urgent matters and never had the chance to properly appreciate his appearance.

She was completely stunned for a moment. Seeing this, Nangong Huiyu patted the back of her hand and said, "Little sister, wipe your drool. It's dripping onto my shoes."

Honest and simple-minded Wang Miaoling actually wiped her mouth with her hand, but when she realized she had been tricked, several women present burst into silvery laughter. However, these laughs were all good-natured and not aggressive.

"Little sister, are you bewitched by our husband? The way you look at him, you almost want to suck him in!"

Upon hearing the word "suck," Wang Miaoling subconsciously recalled what happened last night. Her face flushed red to the roots of her ears as she experienced such a thing for the first time. She shyly hid behind Nangong Huiyu and said softly, "Second sister, please don't tease me."

Seeing Wang Miaoling's current shy demeanor, Nangong Huiyu found it hard to reconcile her with her previous arrogant young lady appearance, and her affection for her grew even stronger.

She pulled Wang Miaoling to her side and said, "Stand still. Let's watch our husband paint openly and honestly. We're a lawfully wedded couple, so what are you shy about?"

Song Yuxi found it amusing. If she could move, she would have laughed out loud long ago. She thought of how Nangong Huiyu had also been shy before.

However, everyone gets along well, which makes Song Yuxi, as the main wife, very gratified. This is what a family should be like. Finally, her popularity is rising.

Jiang Wanyu was the last to leave. As soon as she came out, she saw everyone waiting there, especially the two people behind Lü Tu, whose expressions were as joyful as if they had seen a living Buddha.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she came over to join in the fun. After just one glance, she was immediately amazed: "Bodhisattva, my husband's painting skills are so superb! What have I done to deserve marrying such an extraordinary man!"

Lu Tu, who was concentrating on his painting, couldn't take it anymore. His wives were providing way too much emotional support! This was only at home; if other men found out, wouldn't Lu Tu be driven mad with jealousy?

Lu Tu could only smile wryly and say, "Alright, alright, stop praising me. I'll draw one for each of you later, okay?"

"Yay!"

"You said it yourself, my husband!"

"My husband won't go back on his word. I'll go change my clothes first."

Lu Tu stood up and took a few steps back. The others couldn't help but ask curiously, "Husband, have you finished drawing for your sister? Is it our turn?"

Lu Tu held the charcoal pencil up and down, then rested his chin on his hand and said, "Wait a minute, it's almost done."

The group looked at the lifelike painting with puzzlement. Song Yuxi on the paper seemed to come alive and asked curiously, "Husband, you've already painted it like this, what's missing?"

Even Song Yuxi herself couldn't help but be curious. With A Qiao's help, she got up and came to the painting. She immediately widened her eyes, covered her mouth in disbelief, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Lu Tu raised an eyebrow and walked towards the painting, but instead of picking up the brush, he wiped the eyes of the figure twice with his sleeve. These two swipes immediately caused several women present to gasp in surprise.

"My God, she's alive! The sister in the portrait has come to life!"

"It's perfect! I've never seen such exquisite painting skills in my life!"

"Husband, I want to learn too!"

Song Yuxi, being an expert in painting, was able to see the clues, even though Lü Tu's movements were rather casual, merely wiping lightly.

But it was this one stroke that brought out the light and shadow and the spirit in the eyes, truly achieving the effect of adding the finishing touch!