Chapter 99 Sweet
Luo Shuixin held the teacup and obediently drank the medicine her son handed her.
She wanted to hug the little girl, but she had accidentally gotten paint on her hands today.
The paint was very difficult to wash off; she tried for a long time but couldn't get it off.
She didn't want to get the little girl dirty.
She should have known better than to paint today.
Luo Shuixin got up, wanting to sit next to the little girl.
Zhu Fan nudged Fang Qizhou, gesturing for him to sit down on the side.
Luo Shuixin sat down next to Zhu Fan, smiling contentedly.
"Xiao Fan, since this is our first meeting, I'd like to give you a painting."
Upon hearing that Aunt Luo wanted to paint her and Fang Qizhou, her gaze fell upon the several oil paintings hanging in the room.
"Aunt Luo, did you paint all these pictures?"
When Luo Shuixin mentioned painting, her eyes lit up.
Hearing that the little girl liked it, she pointed to the sofa and said to her son and the little girl, "You two sit on the sofa and I will draw a portrait of you."
She got up, set up her easel, and prepared the paints.
This is what Fang Zeheng saw when he came downstairs.
The little girl and her son sat quietly on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder.
My lover sat behind the easel, holding paintbrushes, laughing as he painted.
The son remained nonchalant and indifferent, yet he cooperated.
His gaze fell on the hands his son and the little girl were holding.
Zhu Fan noticed Uncle Fang's gaze, her face flushed slightly, and she tried to pull her hand back.
Fang Qizhou lowered his head, playing with her fingertips, deliberately not letting go.
Fang Zeheng decided not to disturb his son and the little girl, and that the gift could be given to the little girl when she left.
He couldn't resist taking out his phone to record the moment.
Luo Shuixin got so engrossed in painting that she lost track of time.
Fang Zeheng stood behind his lover the whole time, looking at the completed oil painting with tears in his eyes.
Luo Shuixin put down her brush and asked Zhu Fan to come and look at the painting.
"I originally only wanted to draw you and Qi Bai, but later I added Lao Fang and me as well."
Fang Zeheng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes without making a sound. "A family of four, all together."
Zhu Fan pulled Fang Qizhou, who was sitting on the sofa, up and asked him to look at the painting with her.
The style of this painting is completely different from the styles of the paintings hanging around it.
At first glance, you can't help but feel warmth.
Fang Qizhou looked at the painting, his expression unchanged.
When Luo Shuixin asked him if he liked it, he showed no emotion and gave a perfunctory "hmm".
Zhu Fan caught a fleeting hint of relaxation in his eyes.
At that moment, Zhu Fan had no idea that this painting would be the last painting Luo Shuixin would ever create.
Fang Zeheng handed the prepared gift to the little girl who was about to leave, saying, "This is a gift that Uncle Fang prepared for you."
The red envelopes and gifts were too heavy.
Fang Qizhou took the gifts and red envelopes and placed them in her hands.
Zhu Fan met Shang Qizhou's dark eyes and gracefully accepted the gift, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Fang, Aunt Luo."
The smile in Fang Zeheng's eyes deepened.
He had already decided to choose an auspicious day to go to the Zhu family to propose marriage to his son.
After finishing her painting, Luo Shuixin was exhausted. Now, sitting in a chair, looking at the painting, her lips curved, her gaze somewhat vacant.
The little girl's voice beside her made her try to concentrate.
Zhu Fan could tell that Aunt Luo wanted to get close to her, so she walked up to Aunt Luo and said, "Aunt Luo, can I hug you?"
Luo Shuixin quickly hid her hands behind her back, her emotions suddenly becoming agitated: "My clothes and hands are dirty... they'll get you dirty, don't touch me... it'll get you dirty."
On the way here, Fang Qizhou told her about Aunt Luo's condition.
Zhu Fan spoke softly, comforting Aunt Luo, "Aunt Luo, you're not dirty, you're very beautiful and clean. I really want to hug you."
The little girl had bright, clear eyes and spoke earnestly.
Fang Zeheng felt somewhat relieved that the little girl wasn't frightened.
Zhu Fan noticed Fang Qizhou frowning out of the corner of her eye, and gently raised her eyes to look at him.
Fang Zeheng held his lover's hand firmly, "Shuixin, you want to hug Xiaofan, don't you?"
Luo Shuixin kept rubbing her hands vigorously on her clothes.
Yes, she really wanted to hug the little girl.
She really likes her son's girlfriend.
It's as beautiful as the pure snow on a mountaintop.
Zhu Fan gently hugged Aunt Luo.
Luo Shuixin hugged the little girl, "Xiao Fan, you smell so good."
Zhu Fan also sniffed and smelled the faint floral fragrance on Aunt Luo.
"Aunt Luo, you smell very good too."
Luo Shuixin reluctantly let go of Zhu Fan, "Will you come to see me again?"
Zhu Fan nodded earnestly.
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Fang Zeheng and Luo Shuixin escorted their son and the little girl to the courtyard.
Luo Shuixin called out to Zhu Fan, who was about to get into the car: "Xiao Fan, thank you for liking Qi Bai."
Throughout the night, Luo Shuixin called Fang Qizhou's name, Qi Bai, many times, but he showed no emotion. Only when his mother spoke those words did he react.
He took off his glasses, revealing a cold and deep gaze in his dark eyes.
Luo Shuixin met that cold, deep gaze and subconsciously hid behind Fang Zeheng. The tenderness and reluctance in her eyes when she looked at her son a second ago turned into fear and unfamiliarity.
Fang Zeheng quickly blocked his lover's view and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Shuixin, that's our son."
Luo Shuixin shook her head repeatedly, "He's not our son, he's not! I want Qi Bai, give Qi Bai back to me..."
She screamed hysterically, "Don't take my son away..."
Uncle Fang's comforting words and Aunt Luo's voice kept reaching Zhu Fan's ears.
Fang Qizhou hooked his glasses on the frame, his dark eyes cold and unyielding, showing no intention of putting them back on.
He wrapped his long arm around the girl's soft waist, showing no hesitation: "Let's go."
Zhu Fan turned to look at Aunt Luo with concern.
Fang Qizhou opened the car door and shielded her head, saying, "It'll be fine once I'm gone."
Zhu Fan felt as if her heart had been pounded by Fang Qizhou's deep, indifferent voice.
It's so uncomfortable and clogged with acid.
After Fang Qizhou got into the car, Luo Shuixin's emotions gradually stabilized.
The aunt had already moved the oil painting to the trunk.
The oil painting is not yet completely dry.
When Fang Zeheng heard the little girl politely say goodbye to them, he wanted to go closer to see his son and the little girl off, but he was worried that his emotionally unstable wife would have another outburst if she saw their son without his glasses, so he didn't go forward.
He repeatedly said to his son and little girl in the car, "Xiao Fan, when you have time, call Uncle Fang and Aunt Luo more often."
"You like Uncle Fang's cooking, so Uncle Fang will cook for you often from now on."
The last sentence carried a plea: "Could you and Xiao Zhou come to Yueyuan more often?"
Zhu Fan glanced at Fang Qizhou, who had no expression, then met his uncle's gaze and nodded.
Fang Zeheng held his wife and waited until their son's car was out of sight before going inside.
As we left Yueyuan, the car gradually slowed down.
Zhu Fan's voice was hoarse, "Fang Qizhou, have you suffered a lot all these years?"
Fang Qizhou stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.
Before meeting Zhu Fan, he felt that life was boring and doubted the reality of this world.
Now, he doesn't care whether the world is real or fake.
He only wishes to receive the blessing.
She was his whole world.
He will become gentle and peaceful, and look forward to each day.
Fang Qizhou pressed down on her red eyelids, "Feeling sorry for me?"
Zhu Fan's voice choked, "Turn off the car."
Fang Qizhou's fingertips became damp.
He turned off the car and cupped Zhu Fan's face in his hands.
Before he could speak, Zhu Fan forcefully pulled him into her arms.
She hugged Fang Qizhou tightly, "Fang Qizhou, I will love you well and never let you be sad or hurt."
Fang Qizhou bit her earlobe, which was inches away from his.
Sweet.
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