Di Mingjue sat down leisurely, picking up a pen and paper to doodle. It suddenly occurred to Gu Qibao that Di Mingjue could paint!
Quite a few wandering artists would sit in front of cafes and paint, with the high-profile custors often feigning sophistication by purchasing the paintings.
Even if Di Mingjue couldn’t paint, with his handso appearance, he only needed to sit at the entrance and slightly lift his long legs. Surely, that would peak the interest of many.
As expected, a stylishly dressed man and woman arm in arm were approaching, seemingly about to indulge in so coffee shop delights.
The woman spotted Di Mingjue and stopped, excitedly asking if he was indeed painting.
Di Mingjue nodded coldly in response.
After a brief negotiation, Di Mingjue picked up his pen once again, instructing the couple to stand nearby as models while he intermittently glanced up at them.
Gu Qibao’s eyes widened. Di Mingjue was a fast painter! His strokes were akin to divine inspiration, revealing a solid foundation in art.
Within approximately ten minutes, he completed a simple yet vivid masterpiece.
The couple was imnsely pleased, giving Di Mingjue a hundred yuan before heading into the café.
Gu Qibao held up the money in wonder, "To think that a painting by the esteed third young master Di is worth no more than a hundred yuan!"
Yet in reality, it was incredible to have earned a hundred yuan in ten minutes!
Di Mingjue packed away his paper and pen, standing up, "Alright, no more painting."
"No more?" Gu Qibao asked in confusion, "But you only earned a hundred yuan. That’s not enough!"
"Aren’t you a silly one." Di Mingjue knocks her on the head, "If we’re depending on my painting skills to provide for you, we won’t see profit for a long ti. I rely indulged your whims. Don’t act coy now that you’ve got your way."
God, his aura is too magnificent. He’s like a walking ATM!
A hundred yuan in ten minutes, actually, isn’t that particularly satisfying? Sob, sob, sob.
Gu Qibao playfully sticks her tongue out, fawning over him, "Hubby, you’re actually so incredible. My admiration for you flows endlessly like a mighty river."
Di Mingjue pats her on the head in a heavily textured voice, "Good girl, hubby has many more impressive attributes."
Gu Qibao covers her face, why is she being flirted with again? So annoying!
Just as Gu Qibao was about to playfully retaliate, two won squeezed in front of them, startling her. On reflex, her eyebrows wrinkled in distaste. The sll of their perfu was so strong.
One of the won nudged the other short-haired woman beside her, saying excitedly, "Yilan, I told you, it’s really Senior Mingjue."
The woman referred to as Yilan, with neat features and a fresh, attractive face, wore ticulous makeup. Slim and of good disposition, she had the deanor of an outstanding professional woman.
Her gaze darkened but her eyes shone as she looked at Di Mingjue. She slowly reached out with her slender and quite bony hand, lips slightly upturning. In a soft, elegant voice, she addressed Di Mingjue, "So it really is you. I thought I had mistaken you for soone else."
Gu Qibao frowned. This woman spoke with an air of superiority, even addressing him as ’you.’ But who were these two won? Seed like they knew Di Mingjue?
Gu Qibao turned to look at Di Mingjue.
Di Mingjue simply nodded and said expressionlessly, "Long ti no see."
He did not reach out to shake Shen Yilan’s hand but she didn’t look awkward as she retracted her hand and smiled, "Yes, indeed. I was apprehensive - staring from there for quite so ti. I never expected that you would take up the brush again."
Di Mingjue nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, showing no particular enthusiasm, "Just fulfilling my wife’s little wish, so I casually helped soone with a sketch."
Shen Yilan was stunned but soon she laughed and nodded, "So that’s how it is. I didn’t expect that you were already married. Is this your wife?"
As she spoke, Shen Yilan turned her gaze to Gu Qibao.
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