Zhan Qingwen noticed Qingyin's calm and composed attitude and felt that she had the demeanor of a great general and a bright future.
Especially since this person was also a skilled painter, Zhan Qingwen's fondness for Qingyin was simply beyond measure.
If his daughter hadn't already been married, Zhan Qingwen would have loved to marry her off to this young man. What's wrong with her being a little younger? A grown daughter is a lucky charm.
Qingyin: "Sir, the painting I've already finished has already been chosen by these gentlemen. If you still want it, please wait a moment while I paint it now."
Zhan Qingwen said cheerfully, "Okay, then if you want to draw the rest, I'll take them all."
"OK."
Looking at the three blank sheets of paper that Qingyin had left untouched, and the one she was drawing in her hand, he glanced longingly at the painting that had been reserved by someone else.
Alas, a gentleman does not take what others cherish; it is good that he has those three paintings.
Seeing the eager, watchful gaze of the suddenly appearing, elegantly dressed old gentleman, the wealthy merchants who had been hoping to admire the young master's painting for a while longer warily blocked their own paintings.
No matter how powerful or influential this family is, the painting still belongs to them.
Qingyin's lips twitched slightly as she looked at the strange atmosphere among the onlookers.
The old man didn't make any requests, so he just painted what the old man would like.
Before long, three paintings with inscriptions appeared before everyone's eyes.
Zhan Qingwen was extremely satisfied and happily put away his precious painting.
Throughout Qingyin's conversation with the buyer, Chen Wang remained quietly and attentively serving as a handsome background figure.
Without disturbing Qingyin's painting, his quiet eyes were filled with respect and affection for her.
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