Urban God-level Youth

Ruobing ate her meal gracefully, not at all like him, who ate very quickly.

A few days ago, Qin Hao had found out from Xu Siyao that Ruobing's parents had divorced when she was just a child.@@novelbin@@

This might have been the reason for her current personality.

If Xu Siyao hadn't told him this, he would never have imagined that Ruobing had such a background.

Behind every person who seems distinguished, there perhaps lies a story little known to others.

A few minutes later, Ruobing finished her meal, and she looked at Qin Hao and said, "Let's start."

Qin Hao then began another agonizing moment.

After Qin Hao had finished painting, Ruobing expressed her surprise, "Why do I feel like you've painted much better than before?"

The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She felt this painting was tens of times better than the first one Qin Hao had painted, very atmospheric.

Qin Hao's painting skills had been at a beginner level initially, but now they were expert, so naturally there was no comparison.

"Perhaps I've also improved," said Qin Hao awkwardly.

...

Just then, the door of the studio was opened from outside.

A mature middle-aged woman entered, and upon seeing the scene inside, she widened her eyes in disbelief.

Hearing the door open, Qin Hao and Ruobing turned to look, and seeing the woman, Qin Hao immediately calmed down.

Wang Shudan exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Qin Hao quickly moved away from Ruobing. The middle-aged woman looked somewhat like Ruobing, very beautiful, exuding a mature aura all around.

She must be Ruobing's mother, right?

Ruobing looked at her mother who had come, her expression still very calm, "Painting, what's wrong?"

Wang Shudan frowned, "You refused mom's invitation just to paint with him?"

Qin Hao felt awkward, being caught by her mother like this was a big slip.

Ruobing spoke in a somewhat icy tone, "Is it any of your business?"

Wang Shudan sighed, "Bingbing, I know I haven't cared enough for you over the years, but I hope you understand mom,"

Ruobing said, "I understand."

Seeing the situation, Qin Hao spoke, "Auntie, Chairman, you guys talk, I'll come another day to teach her."

With that, he quickly left the studio.

As Qin Hao left, Wang Shudan looked at Ruobing and asked, "You've never been this close to a man before.

You didn't even talk to men. Do you like him?"

Ruobing's expression turned even colder, "It's none of your business."

Wang Shudan said, "Isn't it good if mom cares? It's been a long time since we had a meal together. How about joining mom for a meal?"

Ruobing replied, "I've already eaten."

Wang Shudan grabbed her hand and said, "It's okay, even if you've eaten, keep mom company and chat, okay?"

Ruobing saw her mother's hopeful, expectant look and nodded slightly.

Wang Shudan's face lit up with joy, "Shall we go to your favorite Western restaurant that you used to love?"

Ruobing said, "Wait a moment."

After speaking, she walked up to the painting Qin Hao had just finished, whose ink was still wet.

Wang Shudan came over curiously and took a look, then she stood there stunned, staring directly at the painting.

She stammered, "Who... who painted this?"

Ruobing answered indifferently, "He did."

Wang Shudan found it hard to believe, "You mean the man just now? How is that possible? This painting is completely at the level of a peak master; how could he possibly paint something like this?"

Ruobing paused for a moment, "Peak master level?"

Wang Shudan carefully observed the "Many Concubines Viewing Plum Blossoms" painting in front of her.

"Incredible, each character is so vividly alive, leaping off the page. This surpasses any painting I have ever seen.

It surpasses even the top traditional Chinese painting masters, including the revered paintings passed down from ancient luminaries. It's incomparable."

The more she looked, the more shocked she became, finding some details in the painting to be perfect and classic.

Especially the subtle expressions of the concubines, as if a historical drama was unfolding in her mind.

Wang Shudan's company was substantial, covering jewelry, antiques, arts, calligraphy, paintings, and auctions, among others.

She was fond of some antiques and calligraphy and had seen various rare and valuable paintings, but none could compare to this one.

So shocking!

She had never expected that coming to look for her daughter would lead her to encounter such an exceptionally rare painting.

Wang Shudan, "Ruobing, ask him if he will sell this painting? No matter the price, I will buy it."

Fan Ruobing, "He gave all his paintings to me. He doesn't want them."

...

At these words, Wang Shudan was struck speechless, "Not want? Ruobing, are you joking? This painting is worth at least several hundred million. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

If found by someone who loves calligraphy and painting, it could even fetch tens of billions."

"He is not the kind of person who covets money," Fan Ruobing said as she carefully packed up the painting.

Wang Shudan was somewhat baffled by her words. That doesn't seem to have anything to do with coveting money, does it?

She didn't press further but cautiously asked, "Ruobing, can you gift this painting to mom?"

Fan Ruobing, "No."

Wang Shudan, "Mom definitely wouldn't sell it, I want to use it as a treasure of the store."

Fan Ruobing replied, "If you want it, come back tomorrow. He comes back every day to teach me painting."

Wang Shudan paused, "Ah? Don't such exceptional paintings require inspiration?"

"Others might, but he doesn't." After saying this, Fan Ruobing placed the painting into the tube.

...

Qin Hao was unaware of the profound shock his painting had caused Wang Shudan.

Now he still felt embarrassed, having been seen by someone's mother like that with Fan Ruobing; it was a relief she hadn't hit him.

Back home, Han Meng was chopping vegetables, preparing dinner.

Qin Hao didn't see Qiao'er and curiously asked, "Hasn't Qiao'er come back yet?"

Han Meng replied, "Uh-huh, she's still out playing."

"Then I'll go see her." Saying this, Qin Hao got up and left.

He arrived at the neighboring villa of Zhao Xingbo, hearing a Mercedes-Benz van in the yard.

Approaching the door, he knocked, and soon, it swung open. A pure and lovely young woman stood in the doorway.

Both paused for a moment as their gazes met.

Zhao Yuying curiously asked, "May I ask who you're looking for?"

Qin Hao smiled slightly, "Is Qiao'er here?"

Zhao Yuying realized, "You're from next door? Qiao'er is inside, please come in."

At the same time, she wondered, Does he really not recognize me? Or is he pretending?

Qin Hao followed her into the living room, where Qiao'er sat on the couch playing with a Husky, her laughter ringing like bells.

Zhao Xingbo and Wang Zhi, upon hearing her delightful laughter, also smiled affectionately.

They too yearned to hold a granddaughter or grandson, but their daughter had no plans of dating.

She claimed her youth and appearance were priorities, and having a boyfriend might affect her image.

Her current plan was to earn more money, ensuring no worries, before considering a boyfriend.