Could it be that Miss Wang is Dongfang’s childhood friend? Perhaps one with an engagement?
After all, in this era, families of equal social rank or whose elders had close relationships would often set an arranged marriage for their kids.
And, from the look of her eyes when she first rushed over here, Wang Xiangyun had completely claimed Dongfang Ming as hers!
When she heard Dongfang Ming speaking to her, the grin on her face got much broader. “Brother Ming, my brother’s just an amateur, how can his skills be as great as yours? Furthermore, your art is more meaningful to me.”
With that, her face bashfully flushed a faint red.
A painting from a loved one would definitely have a lot more meaning to it.
Even if she had not seen the changes on Xiangyun’s face, Liu Duo could have guessed how shy she had become, judging by the coquettish tone of her voice.
Ming Yan managed a hum as he stood nearby, thinking, if the master wanted to draw for her, surely he needn’t be reminded? She’s really shameless.
Little Tian, who stood close to him, promptly gave him a kick.
What was with that look on his face? Obviously, he must have been talking bad about her lady in his mind. She would not allow it!
Ming Yan glared at her after the kick. He frowned, as though asking, what did you kick me for, Little Tian?
You know what you did! Stop thinking about my lady like that! She glared fiercely back at him and rolled her eyes.
He understood what her eyes were telling him, but he could not be bothered. He took a few steps further away from her.
He was not thinking badly about the lady at all. Those were all truths!
Naturally, Dongfang Ming knew what Wang Xiangyun meant, but he did not give her the satisfaction as he concentrated on Ye Ling’s portrait.
Liu Duo did not speak again. With her arms on the table and her chin in her hands, she looked to and fro between Ye Ling sitting in an upright position and the ‘Ye Ling’ gradually being brought to life on paper.
Liu Duo witnessed Dongfang Ming ending his final stroke, then she waved at Ye Ling to come over. “Ling, come on. Look at your portrait. It’s exactly like you!”
Curious to know how he looked on paper, he walked over with a smile.
“Brother Ming, you’ve drawn me too…too handsome here, haven’t you?” Ye Ling stared at this person on the paper in disbelief. Was he that handsome?
He had always believed he was quite ordinary-looking. There was no way he was as handsome as the picture showed.
Pffft, Liu Duo laughed out loud, “Ling, even if you want to praise Dongfang’s outstanding craftsmanship, you don’t have to undermine your fine features! You have indeed been a handsome man from the beginning!”
How could Ling be so adorable?
‘Flattering photos’ had yet to exist in this era.
Dongfang Ming chuckled too. “Ling, I don’t dare to say how skilled I am with this, but I can still draw well if I do it step by step.”
In other words, if Ling had not been so good-looking already, he would not have been able to draw such a beautiful portrait.
“Mr. Ye, you’re quite handsome already, there’s no need to be humble,” Wang Xiangyun said with a smile.
Despite knowing that he was not the artist behind the dolls, it did not diminish her interest in Ye Ling.
Little Tian and Ming Yan did not comment, but they would give Ye Ling’s looks good reviews too.
Ye Ling became shy after receiving the compliments, so much so that his cheeks and even his ears began to blush.
Liu Duo brought him over to her seat and said, “Sit here, Ling. You can check out how Dongfang draws me.”
She did not want anyone else to see the shy look on his face.