“Brother Ming, I’m here!”
The person in question might not have appeared yet but, just judging by the voice, Dongfang Ming knew who that was. He frowned, not liking it one bit.
A while later, a lady in a white dress walked into his space.
She had a perfect figure to toa pretty face, a one-of-a-kind beauty who looked to be about twenty years old.
Yet Dongfang Ming did not bother to look at her. He had his eyes on the drawing.
The coachman retreated from the room now that his job was done. He closed the door on his way out.
The lady skipped over to Dongfang Ming’s side and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind.
“Brother Ming, why didn’t you tell me you came here? Why didn’t you bring me along? I feel awful if I don’t see you every day. I can’t eat or sleep well.”
Dongfang Ming did not share the lady’s passion and excitement as he exclaimed indifferently, “Let go!”
The lady pouted and unclasped her hands, albeit unwillingly. She sat down on a stool next to him and attempted to speak when Dongfang Ming’s orders reached her first.
“Leave now, I don’t want to see you!”
“But Brother Ming, I’ve only just arrived, and you want me gone so fast? I’m your future wife, who do you want to see if not me?”
She was Wang Xiangyun, twenty years old, and she had been betrothed to Dongfang Ming by his family before she was even born.
The two of them could be considered childhood friends, though Dongfang Ming never thought of her as a potential mate. Wang Xiangyun, on the other hand, loved him very deeply, and could not wait to marry him.
Originally, she was to be wedded when she turned eighteen, but Dongfang Ming never talked about it, and so the marriage was postponed indefinitely.
Thus, two years had gone by.
Dongfang Ming, who was usually so courteous and gentle, looked her in the eye and said, “Nothing to do with you!”
He was more than willing to see anyone else but her.
Even though his so-called bride-to-be was famous for her unmatched beauty back at the capital, he had no interest whatsoever.
She was like a younger sister to him, and he did not used to hate her as much as he did now. But a year ago she dared to trick him. She attempted to have his child so that he had no choice but to marry her, and this made him sick to the core!
He would never ever want to marry a woman who could use whatever unscrupulous means to reach her goal. Furthermore, he had not a single whiff of romantic feelings towards her!
“How has it nothing to do with me? Brother Ming, you are my husband. I don’t mind if you have to meet other men, but if it’s a woman then you’ll need my permission!”
She would not allow any unmarried woman to come in contact with her husband.
Despite knowing Dongfang Ming was a respectable man who would not go after random women, she could not let her guard down because her husband was quite handsome and a very rare catch!
Dongfang Ming gave a snort of contempt when she mentioned ‘husband.’
He ignored her as though she was nothing but air.
Wang Xiangyun did not feel awkward to be given the cold shoulder. Instead, she dragged her stool closer to him and sat down by his side.
“Brother Ming, is this you in the picture? That’s so cute. It looks just as charming. Who drew this?”
When he heard that, he quickly rolled up the painting carefully and stashed it away.
In regards to that reaction, Wang Xiangyun placed her elbows on the table, cupping her chin in her hands, and said, “Brother Ming, I know who that is even if you don’t tell me. It must be the person who drew the dolls, right?”
She knew about Dongfang Ming’s reason for coming here. He was here to meet the artist who illustrated the dolls. The drawing was too unique to ignore the burning curiosity.
