They had totally neglected Wang Xiangyun, who was right there.
She frowned when she saw how close Liu Duo was to Dongfang Ming. How could this woman be so shameless?
How could she be in such close contact with another man in front of her husband!
Now that she had found out all the dolls were based on Liu Duo’s drafts, Wang Xiangyun did not like them as much anymore.
Attempting to remind them of her existence, she stepped forward and spoke to Dongfang Ming. “Brother Ming, can you draw something for me too?”
As she recalled, Dongfang Ming had made one for her on her twelfth birthday, as a gift.
Although she might have begged her own brother to request one from Dongfang Ming, she had always viewed it as a gift Dongfang Ming had given her voluntarily.
Dongfang Ming, who was working on his art, did not respond. Clearly, he did not want to draw for her.
Wang Xiangyun did not feel awkward at all. She let Little Tian move a stool over so that she could sit on the man’s other side. Then she said again, “Brother Ming, can you draw something for me too?”
All the while Liu Duo gazed attentively at the ‘Ye Ling’ slowly taking form on the piece of paper. Then, she said, “Dongfang, your drawing is so much like the real person! You’re great at this!”
She even gave him a thumbs up.
It would take ten or more years of hard work and practice to mold a craft like his, otherwise, it would be impossible to draw something so lifelike. Although only half a face had been completed, the gentle spark that was always present in Ye Ling’s eyes could already be seen on paper.
The companions on his left and right were both speaking to him. Dongfang Ming looked up at Ye Ling and looked down again to work on his sketch.
“Of course I am, otherwise how could I be your apprentice?” he said, a corner of his lips curled.
He believed he could benefit from Liu Duo’s praise, and he felt good being able to show her his abilities.
Liu Duo could not hold back a laugh after hearing what he said. “Wow, Dongfang, I didn’t know you could crack a joke.”
She had always felt that mature men like Ye Yang and Dongfang Ming could not possibly be the jovial type.
The eldest brother at home who was as cold as ice could flirt once in a while, but Liu Duo had never seen him joke before.
“I can make it work sometimes, but in terms of making jokes, I can’t beat Brother Liu.” Dongfang Ming laughed it off as well.
Wang Xiangyun found herself isolated as she listened to their dialogue. She felt angry and heartbroken.
Ye Ling did not move a muscle as he modeled for Dongfang Ming. He heard them praising Liu’s ability for making people laugh, and smiled even wider.
Little Tian observed what was going on and felt bad for her lady.
At the same time, she felt that Dongfang Ming was not being sincere. In fact, he was quite disgraceful.
“Mr. Dongfang, the lady wishes that you draw something for her,” she said, repeating Wang Xiangyun’s request.
She raised her voice much higher, making it harder to ignore.
Ming Yan knew that his master had pretended not to hear and ignored the lady on purpose, so he said, “Miss Wang, I’ve only prepared two pieces of paper for the master, so even if the master wants to draw one for you I’m afraid that cannot be done.”
Er…
Wang Xiangyun felt like she had been struck by lightning. What a coincidence!
Liu Duo found out from Ming Yan’s dialogue that ‘Wang’ was Xiangyun’s last name.
“My drawing skills aren’t as good as your brother’s. If you want a drawing done go ask from him!” It was then that Dongfang Ming eyed her once.
By that time, Ye Ling’s entire facial contours, as well as his emotions, had surfaced on the piece of paper.
Liu Duo heard their dialogue and turned to peer at Wang Xiangyun too.
