Lu Tu casually tossed aside a small piece of charcoal pencil, then smiled and held up the drawing: "Yu Xi, thank you."

Song Yuxi knew exactly what Lu Tu meant by thanking her, and she was immediately moved to tears.

Although she never said it, she was still a woman. First she accepted Nangong Huiyu, and then she accepted Wang Miaoling and Jiang Wanyu. For a woman, this was very unfair.

She originally thought that Lu Tu was a rough old man and would definitely not notice the grievances she had suffered, but she never expected that Lu Tu not only knew, but also made up for it in such a romantic way, and in front of the other sisters, which further highlighted Lu Tu's sincerity.

At this moment, all of Song Yuxi's previous grievances and unhappiness turned into tears of emotion. She threw herself into Lü Tu's arms, and tears flowed freely.

"My love, I would give anything for you."

Lu Tu felt the most guilty towards Song Yuxi. He gently patted Song Yuxi's back and comforted her, "Silly girl."

After a while, Song Yuxi finally let go of Lü Tu's embrace, her eyes filled with genuine happiness. After taking the painting, she stood on tiptoe and gave Lü Tu a kiss on the cheek: "Thank you, husband, I love it!"

"I'm glad you like it. I'll draw for you often in the future."

"Yes, you said it yourself, my husband!"

"Okay, everyone is still listening to what I said, and you can all be my witnesses. I'll draw for you all when I have time!"

"Great! Isn't it my turn, my husband?"

After helping Nangong Huiyu to a chair with a smile, Lü Tu began to draw for her again.

When Nangong Huiyu saw her painting, she was even more excited than Song Yuxi, and she threw herself into Lu Tu's arms and kissed him directly.

After a long while, she excitedly let go: "Thank you, my husband! This is the first painting I've ever made in my life! I'm so happy!"

Hearing this, Lu Tu felt a pang of sadness. Nangong Huiyu was different from the other three wives. Even though they were all orphans, the others had at least experienced the love of their parents.

But Nangong Huiyu was different. She never knew who her parents were from a young age. She followed her master and wandered the world to find disciples and pass on her skills. Although she was not poor, she felt bitter just thinking about the days without love.

Lu Tu kissed her cheek with a look of guilt: "From now on, your husband will draw you lots of pictures, enough to cover the whole house!"

"My husband is so good to Xiaoyu. My master in heaven will be happy for me."

"Yes, definitely."

Next up was Jiang Wanyu. With the examples set by the other two, her emotions were finally much more stable.

Even when seeing their own paintings, they still couldn't hide their joy, after all, there's a difference between seeing someone else's portrait and seeing their own.

Although it was just a painting, in her mind it was the result of Lu Tu's painstaking efforts, which proved that she had completely integrated into this family and had gained Lu Tu's recognition and affection.

Finally, there was Wang Miaoling. Unlike the other three, she actually pulled Cui Guo to sit on a chair, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Cui Guo naturally refused repeatedly: "No, Miss, this is against the rules. I'm just a maid..."

Wang Miaoling's face turned stern, a rare sight: "Who set these rules? My parents are gone, and all my relatives treat me like an enemy. In my heart, you're no longer a maid, but my own sister!"

Upon hearing this, Cuiguo burst into tears. The other three women felt even more sympathetic upon seeing this, as they had all witnessed the experiences of Wang Miaoling and Cuiguo, the mistress and servant, and it had indeed not been easy for them to get to where they were.

They all chimed in, "Cuiguo, let's do as Sister Wang says and draw together."

"Yes, Cuiguo, even Sister Wang is willing, so why would you look down on her?"

Cui Guo couldn't resist their instigation and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "No, I wouldn't dare!"

Finally, Lu Tu said in a slightly commanding tone, "Then sit down!"

"Ouch." Cui Guo had no choice but to sit obediently next to Wang Miaoling, letting Lü Tu draw their pictures.

When the portraits of the two were handed to them, Cuiguo burst into tears again. Her tears flowed like a broken thread, tracing an arc in the air, leaving Lü Tu stunned. This girl was such a crybaby.

Wang Miaoling wasn't much better off; she and Cuiguo hugged each other and wailed.

“Miss, you have finally found your happiness. I am so happy for you.”

"Cuiguo, we'll never have to be bullied again!"

The two poured out their hearts while wiping away each other's tears, a sight that saddened everyone around them. It was truly remarkable that the large Wang family had struggled to survive after their mother was murdered by Xu Jing, relying solely on these two individuals.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by everyone, an old man was secretly wiping away tears at the base of the wall in the distance. It was none other than Uncle Fu, Wang Miaoling's butler. He murmured, "Master and Madam, do you see? Miss has finally found someone to rely on. She has married a perfect husband. You can rest in peace now."

Lu Tu had sharp ears and was downwind. Hearing the noise, he turned around and met Fu Bo's gaze. Fu Bo instinctively tried to slip away, but Lu Tu stopped him: "Fu Bo, you're already here, why leave? Come and have breakfast with us!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Uncle Fu quickly turned away, wiped away his tears, and walked over with a smile: "Young Miss!"

"Greetings, Lord Lü, and greetings to the ladies."

Lu Tu helped him up and patted the mud off his arm from the wall: "Uncle Fu, there's something I haven't told you yet."

Fu Bo certainly understood what Lu Tu was trying to say, but for the moment he had to pretend he didn't.

"What is it? Lord Lü, please speak freely."

Lu Tu took Wang Miaoling's hand and said, "Miaoling and I got married yesterday. You watched Miaoling grow up since she was a child, and you are also her elder, so I have to apologize to you for only informing you of this today."

Now that things have come to this point, Uncle Fu naturally won't lower himself any further, because at this moment he's not just representing himself as a housekeeper, but also Mr. and Mrs. Wang.

Uncle Fu looked at Wang Miaoling solemnly and asked, "Miss, are you satisfied with your husband, Lord Lü? Are you willing to marry him?"

Wang Miaoling nodded with a smile: "Uncle Fu, my husband and I are truly in love. Moreover, my husband said that all of us sisters are equal wives, and the sisters are very kind to me. So I'm giving the Wang family mansion to my husband as part of my dowry!"

"Huh?" Uncle Fu was shocked. The Wang family mansion was the result of generations of hard work by the Wang family. Wang Miaoling just gave it away like that?

But when you think about all the things Lü Tu had done for the Wang family, and to exaggerate a bit, if it weren't for Lü Tu's righteous help, the Wang family mansion would have been occupied by others long ago.

Thinking of this, Uncle Fu suddenly smiled with relief: "I wish you, Miss and Son-in-law, a long and happy marriage and many children. On behalf of my husband and wife, I agree to this marriage!"