Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 206: Sending a Painting

Stepping out of the conference room, the morning sun’s golden light shone on Xiao Chen’s face, highlighting the smooth line of his jaw, and making his noble profile even more defined.

The stray hair hanging over his forehead obscured his aloof brows, making him look like a nobleman who had stepped out of a painting, dignified and imnse in his arrogance.

"Master Chen, the flight you booked is at five in the afternoon, so you still have ti to rest," Feng Ye glanced at the ti. At this point, it was too early for breakfast, but a nap would allow ti to get up for lunch before catching the flight.

He hadn’t slept for two days and a night, but that was relatively good for him; his record was three days and nights without sleep, only taking brief naps whenever he could before continuing to work.

Others worked for money; he worked as if his life depended on it.

"Mm, then I’ll go back to the hotel first," he responded, his clothes still as clean and unwrinkled as new despite having worn them for two days.

A slight stubble had grown at the corners of his mouth, adding a touch of mature charm without looking sloppy at all.

"Alright."

Zhai Quan, with his cheeky, nonchalant smile, said flirtatiously, "Master Chen, you should co and see more often when you have ti."

Xiao Chen gave him a glance, "I hope not to see you in a coffin."

Zhai Quan: "..."

"Don’t worry; I have a strong will to live."

With countless beauties he had yet to et, how could he readily die!

Thinking of the beauties, he couldn’t help but rember the beautiful woman he saw at the airport, who looked even prettier than a movie star. Unfortunately, he had missed the chance to et her.

But fate has a way of bringing people together across a thousand miles, and he believed they would surely et again.

Returning to the hotel, Xiao Chen took off his coat and headed to the bathroom with his bathrobe.

After rinsing his mouth, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, recalling last night’s conversation with a trace of a smile at the corner of his lips.

So she wanted a full-body photo or just a ’photo’?

After his bath, he picked up his phone and stood in front of a full-length mirror.

His tall figure was reflected in the mirror, the bathrobe draped over him with the V-neck open, revealing his fair and well-defined chest.

His hair, still unblown dry, had droplets trailing down his face, following the angles of his features.

He struck a couple of good poses and casually snapped a few photos, then sent them off.

She had said she wanted them for a painting, so naturally, she’d use his.

What other man could compare to him in looks?

Although the photos were taken casually, he was confident in his appearance from every angle. Plus, with his postured presence, even in just a bathrobe, he was certain no one else could outshine him.

**

Yun Yue got out of bed at noon, and since Sister Li was in the hospital, Liu Lanfang had prepared lunch. It was just the two granddaughters eating, a simple al with a few ho-cooked dishes.

"What has Yingtao been up to lately? I can’t even get a hold of her on the phone," Liu Lanfang said, bowl in hand, looking across at Big Lan, who appeared half-asleep, holding his chopsticks upright.

"She’s been really busy; she hasn’t even replied to my ssages," she hadn’t seen a reply to the ssage she’d sent the day before yesterday, "Probably shooting a film."

Liu Lanfang said with disdain, "You’re the only one with leisure ti."

Yingtao was working every day, and Xuan Ze was attending classes daily—there he was, doing nothing productive, either staying at ho or going out to have fun.

Yun Yue blinked her innocent apricot eyes and pointed to her bandaged head.

Liu Lanfang: "..."

Lin Xiang was making a mountain out of a molehill with such a minor injury. Back in school, she had been famously fierce in fights, bleeding more than this, yet the next day she would go to school as if nothing had happened.

"Your step-grandma is turning seventy soon; her son made a bit of money in Lan City and is planning to throw her a birthday feast there. You’ll co with when the ti cos."

Yun Yue paused in her reach for food, stuffed a piece of sweet and sour rib into her mouth, finished it with an overbearing spit of the bone, and lazily said, "That sounds incredibly boring."

Though she said that, she didn’t refuse to go.

The old lady had been living here for almost a year and seed quite settled in. The relatives at ho were each more eccentric than the last, hoarding whatever good things they got for themselves. Now, surprisingly, they had taken the initiative to notify her grandma. She’d have been astonished if they weren’t up to sothing.

Getting old ans clinging to the past. Seeing a few old acquaintances would be nice. It would save her the trouble of their constant nagging.

Liu Lanfang stared at her: "Your step-grandma talks about you all the ti."

"Then I really should thank her for rembering ," she said nonchalantly, idly playing with her food with her chopsticks.

The people at ho probably nagged about her constantly; not one good word in ten.

She put her bowl and chopsticks down, "I’m full, going upstairs."

Liu Lanfang watched her with displeasure, knowing she didn’t like those relatives. But they couldn’t just break ties and ignore each other; after all, they were family. Squabbling would just make them look petty.

When Yun Yue checked her phone, she saw a ssage from Xiao Chen sent at 7:13 this morning. Opening it, she found two full-body photos of him wrapped in a bathrobe.

Good thing he wore a bathrobe...

The robe was a bit short, exposing most of his calves, and the V-neck revealed his pale chest.

It seed like a selfie taken in the mirror. She didn’t know how he managed the angle—it was devilishly perfect. Any imperfections were hidden by his looks, negligible.

"Tsk," she saved the two pictures after viewing them, then exited WeChat.

She hadn’t started coloring the five paintings yet. She preferred to mix the paints first before she began.

With a painting brush in hand, her eyes exuded a rebellious spirit. She concentrated on her work, her hair casually spread over her shoulders, curling slightly from the lack of washing.

The sunlight streaming in ward the entire room.

Her skin seed even whiter under the glow.

Paint splattered on her face, hair, and clothes, spots of myriad colors adding a carefree charm.

After finishing all the paintings, she blinked at the ss, unsure of what to do next.

She had chosen this spacious, well-lit balcony for painting. But since it was part of her bedroom, now not only the floor but even the walls were sared with paint, making cleaning a daunting task.

The floor was manageable, but the walls...

After a mont of contemplation, she took up her brush and started painting on the wall, imdiately creating an arresting mural.

Pleased with her work, she set the brush back in its pot.

Once the five paintings were dry, she packed them up along with other sketches, cleared a spot, and then stepped out only to return with a mop.

After mopping, she went online to schedule a pickup service. These paintings were soon to be exhibited; sending them off was the fastest option.

Covered in paint, she ran to the bathroom to shower.

Liu Lanfang saw the room had beco a complete ss and ca up to tidy up, but then a phone call ca in.

Liu Lanfang picked up the phone and asked towards the bathroom, "Speedy Express, what are you shipping?"

"The top five paintings on the desk. Hand them to the delivery guy," Yun Yue hadn’t expected them to arrive so quickly and called out.

Liu Lanfang went to the desk; she didn’t understand art, but she could tell that these paintings were truly beautiful.

She counted down five from the top, unaware of the smaller painting hidden among them, and took them downstairs to give to the courier.

Before leaving, Liu Lanfang gave the courier another reminder, "Be careful not to damage them. These paintings are really precious."