In Mu Qian's heart, Mu Huaian is a gentle and loving father, an enlightenment teacher and idol, and a lost pearl in the painting world.
He is talented, has excellent painting skills, and his elegant and lively painting style is even more personal than that of Fang Miao, who has already become famous. When he began to rise to prominence, Fang Miao's paintings were still unknown.
If he were still alive, he would have become a giant in contemporary painting.
But he left too early. He passed away before he had time to properly manage his painting career. The paintings he left behind were sold randomly by Rong Qingzi, and his painting career disappeared.
Mu Qian still remembers that when she found out that all her father's paintings had been disposed of by Rong Qingzi, she cried and made trouble in front of Rong Qingzi and asked her why, but Rong Qingzi didn't answer her and turned around and sent her away.
After going to Huo's house, he left Tongcheng without looking back.
Mu Qian once thought that the loss of her father's paintings would be a regret for her life, but she never thought that she would be able to see these paintings reappear in front of her eyes one after another in her lifetime.
Her hopeless heart suddenly started beating again uncontrollably.
There are still moments like this in life, when you can truly feel the beauty of life.
"Thank you." She stretched out her hand and hugged Huo Jinxi tightly, "This is... the best gift I have ever received in my life."
Mu Qian couldn't help but blush slightly, but she didn't let the tears fall. She just smiled and rubbed herself into Huo Jinxi's arms again and again.
Probably because her initiative was too sudden, Huo Jinxi's body became slightly stiff. After a while, he stretched out his hand to support her waist and said in a deep voice: "I didn't want to let you know so early."
"You should have let me know earlier." Mu Qian raised her eyes to look at him, "That way, grandpa wouldn't have to worry about the wedding."
When Huo Jinxi heard this, he looked at her quietly.
"You win." Mu Qian said, "You chose me to propose in a way that I can't resist at all. I have no other choice but to agree to you."
She looked at him with a smile, her eyes flashing, and her brows were full of magnificence, "Huo Jinxi, you must marry me as scheduled."
Her voice was sweet and charming, as if she was really full of longing and expectation.
Huo Jinxi's eyes darkened a little more inconspicuously.
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On this day, Mu Qian spent most of the day in the painting studio.
In addition to reminiscing about Mu Huaian's paintings, she also met with the person in charge of the public relations company hosting the exhibition, learned about the details and progress of the preparations, received the preliminary printed promotional brochure, and gave her appropriate opinions.
She was fully immersed in it, and it wasn't until after eight o'clock in the evening, when the staff gently reminded her if she needed to eat something before continuing, that she realized how fast time passed.
When Mu Qian returned home, Huo Qiran was already asleep. Mr. Huo was about to go upstairs to rest when he saw her coming in and stopped for a moment.
"Grandpa!" Mu Qian called him sweetly with brisk steps.
Mr. Huo couldn't help but be startled when he saw her bright eyes and radiant face, "Where...have you been this day?"
Mu Qian stepped forward and helped Mr. Huo sit down. He took out the promotional brochure for Mu Huaian's art exhibition from his bag and handed it to Mr. Huo.
"This is..." Mr. Huo took it and read it carefully. He suddenly realized something and looked at Mu Qian with a smile, "Jin Xi gave it to you?"
Mu Qian nodded repeatedly with a smile on her face.
Seeing her like this, Mr. Huo couldn't help but feel very good. Then he said, "I asked him about such a good thing, but he didn't say anything."
"He's back?" Mu Qian asked.
Mr. Huo nodded, "It's in the study room."
"I must be busy with the company again." Mu Qian curled her lips and turned to look in the direction of the kitchen, "Auntie, is there anything else to eat in the kitchen?"
"Ah? You haven't eaten yet?" Auntie asked in surprise, "Why don't you call me in advance...I'm making some sweet soup right now. If you're hungry, why don't you make you a bowl of noodles?"
Mu Qian thought for a while and replied: "No, sweet soup is fine. I'll have a bowl. By the way, give Huo Jinxi a bowl too and I'll bring it to him."
Mr. Huo listened with a smile on his face.
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When Mu Qian opened the door of Huo Jinxi's study with two bowls of sweet soup, Huo Jinxi was talking on the phone, with a cigarette in his hand and a cold look in his eyes. It was obvious that the content of the call was not very pleasant.
If other people saw him like this, most of them would shy away, but Mu Qian seemed invisible and walked straight in, sat down opposite his desk, put a bowl of sweet soup in his hand, and took another bowl to eat.
Huo Jinxi quickly ended the call and put down his cell phone, but still kept the cigarette in his hand.
Mu Qian raised her eyes and glanced at him, then stood up suddenly, took the hand that held his cigarette, took down the cigarette, and put it out in the ashtray. Then she looked at him, "I specialize in drinking sweet soup."
I brought it up for you."
Huo Jinxi didn't even look at the bowl of sweet soup. He just said, "I don't eat sweets."
Mu Qian paused and suddenly put down the spoon in his hand, "What do you mean?"
Huo Jinxi lit another cigarette for himself and then looked at her again, "It's hard to understand?"
"I know you're working overtime, so I brought a bowl of sweet soup to you to moisten it up. What's wrong with you?" Mu Qian asked.
Huo Jinxi looked at her quietly and said slowly: "You have to do it willingly."
Mu Qian immediately understood what he meant.
What he meant by willingness was naturally not referring to this bowl of sweet soup.
Mu Qian looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed. Then, she slowly lay down on his desk and looked directly into Huo Jinxi's eyes, "What are you going to do if I am not willing?
Will you drive me away? Will you cancel the wedding? Will you take back the things you gave me?"
Huo Jinxi looked at her with a serious face, as if he wanted to see through the true emotions behind her smile.
Mu Qian gradually stopped smiling and said coldly: "When I didn't give it to you, you chased after it, but when I gave it to you, you picked up Qiao and asked me whether I was willing. Yes, not only was I not willing,
I still regret it very much now! Just think of it as my fault, Huo Jinxi, let’s just forget it!"
After saying that, she stood up, turned around and left his study without looking back.
Huo Jinxi sat quietly in the chair, smoking a whole cigarette with a deep look on his face, then stubbed out the cigarette butt, got up and walked out of the study.
Mu Qian's door was not locked, so Huo Jinxi opened the door and walked in.
Mu Qian was lying on the bed looking through the brochures she had brought back from the painting hall today. When she heard the door open, she raised her head and glared at him. Then she got up and got out of bed, "I'm going to sleep with Qi Ran."
After saying that, she walked towards the door. Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand and locked her into his arms.