As soon as they finished lunch, Han Mingyue and Zhen Yan naturally went to the kitchen to do the dishes together.
After the others moved to the sofa, Mr. Han said to Zhen Yu, "Xiao Yu! Your aunt and I have already made an appointnt with the agent. We’ll go put down a deposit this afternoon to secure that townhouse we saw at Purple Jade Villa!"
Zhen Yu quickly responded, "That’s great news, Uncle! What ti did you arrange? Are you going soon?"
Mr. Han nodded, "At one in the afternoon! If we leave now, the timing should work out just right when we get there."
Mrs. Han also said to her younger son, "Jiayang, just enjoy yourself here for a while! Take a taxi ho tonight."
Han Jiayang’s eyes didn’t leave the TV for a second, "Alright! You don’t need to worry about , I’ll manage!"
Only then did Mr. and Mrs. Han stand up together, put on their coats, and left arm in arm.
As soon as they left, the mind of a certain young man started buzzing with ideas!
When Zhen Yan and Han Mingyue walked out of the kitchen one after the other, Han Jiayang imdiately asked them, "Bro! Zhen Yan! Do you know where there’s a temple fair?"
"Temple fair?!" Zhen Yan repeated those words in surprise, then said, "There are temple fairs everywhere!"
"When I was taking a cab this morning, the driver asked why we weren’t heading to the temple fair! Is there one nearby? If there is, and we’re free this afternoon, we could all take a stroll!"
Almost as soon as the brother finished speaking, Han Mingyue quickly replied, "If you’re going, it’s just you two! Xiao Yu can’t go out!"
Zhen Yan quickly agreed: "Right, right! Xiao Yu, you can’t go!"
Zhen Yu: "...I never said I wanted to go..."
In such cold weather, even if she wasn’t sick, she wouldn’t want to go out and freeze!
——
Upon hearing that Zhen Yu genuinely didn’t want to go, Han Mingyue stopped objecting.
Zhen Yan then began to recall where his local classmates had ntioned going for fun during the New Year.
"I rember there’s the Dragon Pond Temple Fair! And that temple or sothing... oh, right! White Cloud Temple! And other temples or shrines, but I can’t rember them all. If you really want to go, let’s head down now! We can ask the taxi driver."
"That’s a great idea!" Han Jiayang leaped three feet high, jumped off the sofa, and started putting on his coat and shoes.
Zhen Yan could only smile goofily at his sister and Han Mingyue before going along with Han Jiayang.
After getting ready, he didn’t forget to turn and say, "I’ll take Jiayang to the temple fair! Little sister, is there anything you want? I’ll get it for you!"
Zhen Yu couldn’t think of anything she wanted at the mont, so she casually said, "Get whatever you think is good."
"Alright! We’re off then!"
With the sound of a door closing, Han Jiayang happily dragged Zhen Yan out.
Once they left, the room suddenly beca much quieter.
Zhen Yu was still looking in the direction of the door, pondering what they sell at temple fairs, while Han Mingyue got up to turn off the TV.
He then extended a hand to Zhen Yu and said, "Don’t just sit on the sofa, go lie down on the bed and take a rest!"
Zhen Yu sighed helplessly, reaching out her hand to Han Mingyue, she asked, "Are you raising like a pig?"
Han Mingyue chuckled, "Well... too bad we can’t have pork this year."
Zhen Yu: "..."
I suspect you’re driving at sothing, but I have no proof...
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Back in the bedroom, one lay down while the other sat, planning to either write or rest.
Yet Zhen Yu couldn’t sleep no matter how much she tossed and turned, it was like her thoughts were growing wildly.
In the end, having no other choice, she sat up, intending to put on her shoes and start painting.
Hearing the noise, Han Mingyue snapped out of his writing focus!
He turned to ask, "Not sleeping anymore? Or can’t sleep?"
"Can’t sleep," Zhen Yu said with a bit of a grumble, "You made go to bed at eight and didn’t let set an alarm in the morning, insisting that I sleep naturally! How am I supposed to be sleepy now?"
"Ha!" Han Mingyue laughed softly, acknowledging that Zhen Yu made a good point.
"So you want to paint now?"
"Yeah!" Zhen Yu set up her easel and tools for painting, then said, "I want to finish the female lead painting soon."
Han Mingyue’s expression shifted slightly, and then he asked, seemingly by design, "Whose face are you planning to use as a reference for the female lead?"
"I haven’t decided yet." Zhen Yu quickly and earnestly replied.
Because in her mind, she already had a few past-life actresses as references, she just hadn’t decided who to choose yet.
After hearing this, Han Mingyue was silent for a second.
Then he imdiately got up, walked behind Zhen Yu, and pressed down on her shoulders: "Can I make a request?"
"!" Zhen Yu’s shoulders slumped under his grip, and the hand that was holding the paintbrush froze in mid-air!
She hadn’t even had a chance to reply before her sixth sense told her that Han Mingyue’s request would definitely put her in a difficult position.
She wanted to say no!
But the pressure of his hands kept her from turning her head, and she still asked, "What request?"
Han Mingyue: "Paint yourself."
——
Zhen Yu’s thoughts instantly rippled!
Yet she still suppressed the urge to agree and explained, "...Not pretty enough."
"??" Just four words, and Han Mingyue was stunned in place!
He then forcibly turned Zhen Yu around to face him!
"Do you have so misunderstanding about the word ’pretty’?!"
Zhen Yu lowered her eyelids, a little embarrassed, and avoided answering: "I already have several actresses as options,"
"Look up!" Han Mingyue didn’t want to hear any of that and interrupted her, ordering her to look at him!
But Zhen Yu still kept her head down and said, "Han Mingyue, listen to , I,"
"Xiao Yu!" Unable to help himself, Han Mingyue squatted down to her eye level.
"Do you really think you’re not pretty enough? Or do you just not want to paint yourself?"
"I," Zhen Yu hesitated, then sighed, "Both!"
"Then why did you paint the male lead based on ?!"
Han Mingyue’s voice was full of irritation, which was precisely what baffled him!
She painted him, yet didn’t want to paint herself!
Instead, she wanted to randomly give the female lead an unrelated face... Zhen Yu, you’re sothing else!
But before Han Mingyue could finish venting his thoughts, Zhen Yu looked as if struck by lightning, murmuring, "Does my male lead really look like you?"
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