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  It's really to my liking, it's really to my liking! Lin Wanrong couldn't help but want to hug Dong Qiaoqiao and give her a kiss. This little girl is truly a treasure! Choosing these father-daughter pair, my taste is simply top-notch.

  Although they didn't know what Lin Wanrong was thinking, seeing his excited gaze, Dong's father and daughter also knew that he must be extremely satisfied.

  Seeing the joy on Dong Qiaoqiao's face, Lin Wanrong suddenly smiled and said: "Miss Qiaoqiao, aren't you very familiar with Miss Xiao? Seeing us setting her up like this, why are you still helping to frame her?"

  Dong Qiaoqiao also knew that the content in these sections was all hearsay and nonsense fabricated by her old father, and it couldn't be said to have any truthfulness.

  "She smiled and said, 'Young master, you also said that we are doing business, and what matters is the benefit. The things recorded in this booklet are just some small rumors on the street, but we have organized them and added a slightly exaggerated title. It doesn't harm anyone, but benefits ourselves. Besides, I don't know Miss Xiao at all, not even having met her once.'"

  It's really wonderful, Lin Wanrong sighed in his heart. What I'm doing is just a small newspaper with three versions, and what about authenticity? However, Dong Qiaoqiao's words made Lin Wanrong feel strange. Does this Xiao Sao want to make clothes without letting the tailor take measurements?

  Dong Qiaoqiao saw through Lin Wanrong's doubts and smiled: "Miss Xiao is extremely busy, I always take one of Miss Xiao's old clothes to make a sample."

  Take an old garment as a sample, and the clothes made by Dong Qiaoqiao can satisfy Miss Xiao. Indeed, Dong Qiaoqiao is a clever girl.

  After saying so much, there is still one crucial thing missing from these three versions of the tabloid.

  Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space left by Lin Wanrong and asked in confusion: "Young Master, what is the purpose of these remaining places?"

  Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously and didn't answer her question. Instead, he instructed her: "Qiaoqiao, do you have any carbon black?"

  Dong Qiaoqiao responded obediently and went to the kitchen to find a burnt wooden stick for Lin Wanrong. In this era, no one would know what a pencil is, let alone graphite, and Lin Wanrong didn't know how to use a brush, so he had to use charcoal instead.

  Lin Wanrong had not painted for four or five years and his hands were out of practice, so he started practicing on the ground in a casual manner.

  Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong's three strokes and two strokes, and a beautiful woman's face appeared on the ground. The woman seemed to be alive, with a dignified and beautiful appearance, her looks and demeanor extremely lifelike.

  The father and daughter had both seen others splashing ink to paint, but they had never seen anyone create a quick sketch like Lin Wanrong's before.

  Lin Wanrong took a look at the painting and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's been years since he last painted, and his hands had become rusty. In the past, his skills were not just at this level.

  Sketching was what Lin Wanrong learned in middle school, and later on in university, he practiced for four whole years to pursue his first girlfriend, and the sketches he drew for her filled up two paper boxes. Unfortunately, after graduating from university, she went to the United States, and Lin Wanrong also had more opportunities to chase girls.

  Lin Wanrong was lost in thought until Dong Qiaoqiao called out to him several times, and Lin Wanrong finally came back to his senses, smiling and saying: "Miss Qiao, what's up?"

  Dong Qiaoqiao asked in a soft voice: "Young master, what is this painting? It's so simple. You're really good at drawing."

  To the beautiful and gentle Dong Qiaoqiao, Lin Wanrong was still quite patient, and smiled: "This is called sketching, a simple drawing method from my hometown. I haven't drawn in many years, now my hands are stiff."

  Dong Qiaoqiao shook her head and said, "No, I think the young master's brushstrokes are simple, but his use of the pen is divine, entering the wood three times, the most wonderful thing is that just one piece of discarded burnt wood can be used to create such a painting. In the future, the young master will definitely become a master of his generation."

  Lin Wanrong's face turned red with embarrassment, and she hastily shook her head, laughing: "Qiao Qiao, if you praise me like that again, I'll become arrogant."

  Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips with a smile, and her beautiful eyes smiled into a charming crescent moon. She said softly: "But I don't know where the young master's hometown is?"

  Lin Wanrong was taken aback for a moment, his expression turned gloomy, and he said softly: "My hometown? Very far, very far."

  Dong Qiaoqiao thought Lin Wanrong was unwilling to tell her, a hint of desolation flashed across her face, and she bit her red lips to watch Lin Wanrong paint, no longer speaking to him.

  Dong Rende stared blankly at that person for a while before suddenly calling out in a low voice: "This woman looks very much like Mrs. Xiao, however..."

  Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Take another look, is this really Xiao Furen?"

  Dong Rende looked carefully for a while and said: "It seems to be younger than Xiao Furen, and more beautiful. Is it... is it..." The father and daughter looked at each other in surprise, then together looked at Lin Wanrong and said: "Is Miss Xiao?"

  Lin Wanrong smiled and didn't speak, while Dong Rende hastily said: "Young Master Lin, have you met Miss Xiao?"

  Lin Wanrong shook his head and smiled: "Even you haven't seen it, how could I have? I just happened to see Mrs. Xiao a moment ago, this painting is based on Mrs. Xiao's appearance, plus my imagination, temporarily sketched out, I think there should be at least three points of imagination."

  At this moment, Dong's father and daughter had no other thoughts on their faces except for surprise and admiration. After all, relying solely on the appearance of a woman in her thirties, she drew the appearance of her daughter who was less than twenty years old, ordinary painters didn't have such skills, now in their eyes, this Lin Gongzi seemed to be truly omnipotent.

  Lin Wanrong looked at their expressions and secretly laughed to himself. He deliberately made the painting of Xiao Sao resemble Madame Xiao, but with a few imaginative touches, making her look even younger and more beautiful. This was done on purpose to make those young men believe that the woman in the painting was indeed the Xiao Sao they had fantasized about.

  After practicing with a wooden stick for a while, he felt that the proficiency was about the same, so he asked Dong Qiaoqiao to find a small knife. Lin Wanrong carefully shaved the charcoal into a pencil shape, although his hands were covered in dust, it became more handy.

  Dong Qiaoqiao's curiosity came again: "Young master, is this a pen? Why is it so strange? What's its name?"

  Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "I need something called a pencil to paint, but there isn't one here, so I'll use charcoal instead. When I'm done painting, you have to help me keep it safe, maybe I'll use it again someday." Dong Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.

  With this pencil in hand, Lin Wanrong seemed to have returned to the scene where he painted for his girlfriend by the side of Weiming Lake. His strokes were as if guided by a divine force, and before long, a more delicate and natural portrait emerged on paper. Thanks to the handy tool and being in the right state of mind, this painting was at least two levels better than the previous one.

  Only the woman in the painting has a fluttering skirt, as if she is a fairy coming from the waves, with a beautiful face and a hint of a smile on her face. The noble air rushes forward, as if standing vividly in front of one's eyes. However, there is a slight frown between her eyebrows, as if there is some hidden sorrow. This was intentionally added by Lin Wanrong based on what Dong Rende said about the current situation of the Xiao family, with the purpose of making it more realistic.

  "Is this really the young lady Xiao? She's incredibly beautiful." Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't help but softly exclaim beside Lin Wanrong, "If I had a painting like that, it would be wonderful."

  Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Okay, no problem, another day I will personally sketch a portrait for you."