CHAPTER 599: CHAPTER 597: THEN, YOU GO FOR IT

Wen Qiao and Lin Luang were both bewildered by Fu Jinghen’s move, gazing at him in unison.

Fu Jinghen, composed as ever, said, "Your hand is positioned too stiffly; it would be better with something propping it up."

Since Wen Qiao was lying on her left side, having her right arm straight beside her body was uncomfortable, and leaving it hanging down for too long would also make her shoulder sore; indeed, a cushion in front would offer better support.

Seeing that Wen Qiao had no objections, Lin Luang had even less to say.

Wen Qiao adjusted the cushion and draped her arm over it, recalling Lin Luang’s earlier comment, she casually asked, "I’ve been watching the movie for half an hour now, how come you still haven’t started painting?"

Lin Luang’s face stiffened, not sure how to answer her question.

He certainly couldn’t say that he had been too busy watching Wen Qiao to remember to paint.

If it were just the two of them, Lin Luang would have felt less embarrassed to say so.

But now, glancing at Fu Jinghen standing beside him, he remained silent.

Wen Qiao didn’t get an answer and looked up in confusion, "Luang?"

"Ah, I’m here!"

Fu Jinghen chuckled softly, "It’s normal for the young to be easily distracted, unable to calm down when working."

Hearing Fu Jinghen’s mockery, Lin Luang retorted discontentedly, "I am not!"

"Is that so?" Fu Jinghen’s tone was light and airy.

"How could it not be!" Lin Luang got worked up, determined to argue his point with Fu Jinghen.

But Fu Jinghen didn’t give him the chance, leaving him with an encouraging "Keep it up" before folding back to the living room.

Lin Luang’s slew of unspoken words suddenly got stuck in his throat as he glared at Fu Jinghen’s retreating figure, wishing he could bore two holes in his back.

Fu Jinghen sat down nonchalantly on the couch, glanced at Lin Luang, seemingly oblivious to the anger in his eyes, gestured for him to "continue," and without waiting for Lin Luang’s reaction, looked down at the laptop screen on his lap.

Sensing the tense atmosphere between the two, Wen Qiao sighed; Lin Luang had indeed been provoked by Fu Jinghen.

"Luang, you—"

Wen Qiao wanted to comfort him with a few words, but before she could finish, Lin Luang interrupted her, "Sis, I’m fine, just lie down, I’m going back to paint."

With that said, he strode back to his easel with a surge of fighting spirit, plopped down on the small stool, and began to focus intently on his creation.

"..."

Wen Qiao closed her open mouth.

Alright then.

It seemed that sometimes, a little provocation wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

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Being a life model was indeed a torturous affair, requiring meticulous detail work and careful color blending; by the time Lin Luang finished the painting, Wen Qiao had already watched half of her second movie.

Having maintained the same position for an entire afternoon left Wen Qiao feeling nearly petrified; she had never before found lying down to be such an uncomfortable ordeal.

She rubbed her shoulders as she sat up from the recliner, and Lin Luang turned the easel toward her for her to inspect the results.

"Sis, what do you think?"

The young man’s tone was laden with a strong desire for recognition.

Wen Qiao didn’t skimp on her praise either, "It’s especially good."

Fu Jinghen also walked over, standing beside Wen Qiao to look at the painting.

Lin Luang’s depiction of Wen Qiao was nearly indistinguishable from her real self, but upon closer examination, it felt as though it lacked a certain essence.

Seeing Fu Jinghen also concentrating on his painting, Lin Luang couldn’t help but show off a bit, "President Fu, what do you think of my work?"