However, Hua Qingcheng began to feel uneasy. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, Lin Wanru would suddenly ask her to improvise calligraphy.
After all, theory and practice are two different things. If she were to paint on the spot, she would probably only embarrass herself. Moreover, if her poor painting left a bad impression on Lin Wanru, it would be more trouble than it was worth. Therefore, she had to find a way to leave this place as soon as possible to avoid being put in an embarrassing situation.
"Well, I'm back." Jiang Yunting said as he walked over to Hua Qingcheng and sat down beside her without leaving any trace. Then he turned to the two people opposite him and asked, "Dad, Mom, why are you back?"
Jiang Shang feigned anger as he glanced at Jiang Yunting and said, "You little rascal! If it weren't for Miss Hua's help, your mother and I wouldn't know when we'd see you at home again!"
Lin Wanru also echoed: "Yun Ting, why didn't you tell us about such a big thing as having a girlfriend? If we hadn't happened to come back this time, we wouldn't have known that you brought back your future daughter-in-law."
After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Hua Qingcheng with a loving face.
Facing Lin Wanru's scorching gaze, Hua Qingcheng suddenly had an idea. She pretended to be unwell and said to Lin Wanru, "Aunt, I suddenly have a headache. Maybe I haven't had enough rest these days."
Lin Wanru looked at her with concern and said, "Since you are not feeling well, go and rest. We will talk later."
Hua Qingcheng felt relieved and looked at Lin Wanru with gratitude. Then, with the support of Jiang Yunting, she slowly left the study.
Jiang Yunting sent Hua Qingcheng back to her room and told her to have a good rest.
Looking at Hua Qingcheng's slightly tired face, Jiang Yunting decided not to disturb her for the time being and let her rest well.
After leaving the room, Jiang Yunting went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles for Hua Qingcheng himself.
When he returned to the room with the steaming noodles, Hua Qingcheng, who had been reading late last night, had already fallen asleep.
Jiang Yunting sat gently on the edge of the bed, looking at Hua Qingcheng's peaceful sleeping face, and a soft feeling surged in his heart.
He put the noodles on the bedside table and left quietly.
When closing the door, a gentle smile appeared on Jiang Yunting's lips.
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