Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One-Chapter 686 - 13: Unrestrained Behavior
After a harmonious dinner, Xie Rongzhao felt that the arranged marriage with the Hai Family was a foregone conclusion. He stood up with high spirits and an exceptionally bright smile.
Seeing this, Hai Yu sighed inwardly.
Alas, such a good-looking person, why does he have clangorous water in his brain?
But she didn’t show it and maintained her graceful demeanor.
Seeing this, Xie Rongzhao became even more convinced of his assumption and took out a scroll from beside him to hand it to Hai Yu.
Seeing his action, Hai Yu gently covered her mouth, putting on a surprised look—
She could guarantee that Xie Rongzhao liked this style.
In fact, she had already seen this scroll long ago and just wasn’t too interested in asking about it. Even if the collaboration doesn’t work out, before tearing faces, they still frequently meet, so she had to give enough face.
She then expressed surprise and asked, "For me?"
Xie Rongzhao nodded steadily:
"Yes, I came too late tonight and kept Miss Hai waiting, which was truly undeserved. This is something I practiced in my leisure time, and if you don’t mind, consider it a small apology."
Look at that, speaking with such elegance, if they didn’t talk a bit more about crucial topics, who would know he learned not only ancient culture but also ancient dross?
Hai Yu, delighted, touched the scroll and looked at the small knot tied at the top, asking:
"Can I open it and have a look?"
Alas.
The more they interacted, the more she felt regret—so good-looking, able to write and paint, and with some eloquence. If he were her obedient little boyfriend, how nice it would be!
Saying this as she opened the scroll, inside was a portrait of a beauty with her face unseen.
Among peonies, a beauty lay drunkenly, colors rich, pose gentle...
Hai Yu exclaimed with delight:
"Did you paint this?"
Xie Rongzhao just smiled and said nothing.
The girl opposite praised incessantly:
"I never imagined that President Xie also had such painting skills. If he weren’t burdened with the Xie Family, this painting alone could fetch millions at auction..."
"President Xie, you are truly too humble."
Her words were full of admiration.
Xie Rongzhao felt satisfied at this moment.
Although the woman in front of him wasn’t entirely to his liking, her judgment was quite good.
He, the son of the Marquis Mansion, with over a decade’s experience in calligraphy, might not compare to the world’s greats, but compared to the average person, he naturally excelled.
The two happily parted ways.
Considering their pleasant conversation, Xie Rongzhao even chivalrously opened the car door for Hai Yu.
The Hai Family’s driver stood nearby, his gaze quite observant.
...
By the time the car merged into the road, Xie Rongzhao’s figure was long gone.
Sitting in the back seat, Hai Yu nimbly twirled the scroll a few times before placing it onto the seat beside her.
Her driver, who had been working at the family house for a long time, having watched her grow up, chuckled:
"What’s wrong? Is President Xie not suitable? I saw he even gave a gift, seemed quite attentive."
Hai Yu snorted, quite disheartened: "Don’t mention it, in what age are we that he’s still thinking about carrying on the family line and bringing glory to the ancestors? I can’t handle someone like that."
If not for venting to the rich lady sisters’ group tonight, she wouldn’t have lasted through the meal.
"Besides," she glanced at the scroll beside her—
She saw Xie Rongzhao’s attitude very clearly.
He claimed it was a practice piece, but who knows how proud he was inside!
She merely praised it in passing, and that self-satisfied look almost broke through to the heavens.
But in truth, his painting skills were just average. Not to mention anything else, take a stroll around the Academy of Fine Arts; for 5,000 yuan per piece, Hai Yu could get a batch!
This wasn’t meant to belittle deliberately, but as the son of the Marquis Mansion, there were so many things Xie Rongzhao had to learn and play that how much could he devote to painting?
Originally of concubine birth, learning to paint required financial support, so he naturally wasn’t hopeful.
When he turned 12, his concubine mother caught the Marquis’s eye, which gave him more opportunities to learn extra skills.
But for him, learning to paint was merely to show that he wasn’t interested in the title, how serious could he be? Even with famous teachers’ guidance, if he practiced sporadically, the end results were just average.
After all, those who get into the official Academy of Fine Arts are serious, honing their skills with consistent daily practice, far stronger than his half-hearted effort!
People’s daily flattery is just surprise at how a president still has the leisure to learn painting so well, that’s all. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
But come to think of it, in today’s fiercely competitive market, which among the talented younger generation in this circle isn’t equipped with a few standout skills?
