Chapter 442 - 443: It’s Really Senior Mingjue
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 customers often feigning sophistication by purchasing the paintings.
Even if Di Mingjue couldn’t paint, with his handsome 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 some 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 immensely 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 esteemed 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 time. I merely 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 women squeezed in front of them, startling her. On reflex, her eyebrows wrinkled in distaste. The smell of their perfume was so strong.
One of the women 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 meticulous makeup. Slim and of good disposition, she had the demeanor 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 someone else."
Gu Qibao frowned. This woman spoke with an air of superiority, even addressing him as ’you.’ But who were these two women? Seemed like they knew Di Mingjue?
Gu Qibao turned to look at Di Mingjue.
Di Mingjue simply nodded and said expressionlessly, "Long time 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 some time. 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 someone 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.