Chapter 34

Ning He touched Qian Lin’s head and said with a smile: “Silly child, it’s okay, your father didn’t notice.”

“I won’t let it out again next time. This is a little secret between me and my mom!” Qianlin promised seriously.

Ning He thought Qian Lin was so cute, so she held his little face and kissed him: “So cute, mommy’s dear Lin baby!”

When He Shaochuan came in after washing the dishes, he saw this scene of loving mother and filial son.

However, Ning He’s action of holding Qianlin’s face and kissing him non-stop seemed a bit incongruous no matter how you looked at it.

He Shaochuan coughed lightly and interrupted them: “The water is ready, go take a bath.”

He was talking to Ning He, who turned around and looked at him.

She stood up and said to He Shaochuan with a smile: “Okay, I’ll go take a shower!”

After Ning He left, Qianlin was afraid that He Shaochuan would keep asking questions about the issue that had just been raised at the dinner table.

He quickly lowered his head and continued to paint on the paper with the paintbrush.

He Shaochuan also noticed Qianlin’s actions at this time.

He walked behind Qianlin and only then could he see clearly that he was drawing.

draw?

He Shaochuan was slightly stunned, and the incident that year emerged in his mind.

That was when he came to propose marriage with gifts in hand.

Ning He’s father took him to Ning He’s room, and it was the first time that He Shaochuan stepped into a girl’s boudoir.

He was embarrassed at first.

But when he stepped in, he saw paintings all over the walls.

The painting is very beautiful. He Shaochuan is not a professional, so he cannot understand the meaning of the painting, but he still admires the painter’s skillful hands.

But the woman next to him interrupted He Shaochuan’s thoughts sarcastically.

“Does it look good? How can a peasant like you understand it?” The woman used the most vicious words to bring He Shaochuan back to his senses.

He Shaochuan looked at Ning He, whose face was full of disgust.

The way she looked at herself was as if she was looking at a dirty thing.

The woman glared at herself and said viciously, “If it weren’t for you, I would be marrying him now! Who asked you to save me? Even if I married you, don’t think I would live a good life with you. Look at these paintings and these letters he wrote to me. They are all filled with his love for me, and you will never be able to compare to him!”

He Shaochuan’s breathing became rapid. He came to his senses and his eyes became even gloomier.

“Who taught you to paint?”

He Shaochuan suddenly spoke, startling Qianlin.

Qianlin turned around and looked at his father who was standing behind him with a lamp on his back. The light enveloped him, casting a large shadow.

Qianlin couldn’t see the expression on his father’s face. He stroked his chest and said, “Dad, you scared me! This is what my mother taught me to draw.”

“Dad, do you think my painting is good?” Qianlin smiled and handed the painting to He Shaochuan.

He Shaochuan looked at the colorful lines on the paper. Although they were messy, from a distance, these lines of various colors were well matched and had a kind of messy beauty.

He Shaochuan suppressed his inexplicable emotions and said in a somewhat cold tone: “It doesn’t look good. You are not suitable for painting. Don’t paint in the future.”

Qianlin curled his lips and grumbled in dissatisfaction: “Dad is lying! Mom said that I have a talent for painting. Mom likes my paintings very much!”

“Talent for painting?” He Shaochuan murmured, and his expression quickly changed. His profile looked very cold in the shadow.

Even the tone of his voice was firm and unyielding: “A man should study hard and serve the country when he grows up, instead of doing nothing.”

Qianlin’s little hand holding the drawing paper fell in mid-air. He felt that his father was weird today.

But Qianlin always remembered what Ning He said to him, and he responded unconvincedly: “Painting is not a waste of time! You can make a lot of money by painting!”

Qianlin didn’t reveal the truth this time. He only said that painting can make money, and didn’t say that they made money by selling clothes today.

Hearing Qianlin’s rebuttal, the memories in He Shaochuan’s mind came flooding out like a flood.

“Is being a soldier so great? Can you make a lot of money? Can you support me? My father is the village chief. I have been pampered since I was a child. Is your allowance enough to support me? If it weren’t for you, I would have married into the city and become a rich lady!”

Thinking of this, I looked at the painting in Qianlin’s hand.

He Shaochuan’s confused eyes gradually became clear.

It turned out that she still wanted to divorce and leave him, but this time, she wanted to take Qianlin with her.

He Shaochuan pursed his thin lips, snatched the painting from Qianlin’s hand with one hand, and tore the drawing paper into pieces in front of Qianlin.

“Don’t draw anymore, or I’ll throw away all the paper and pens!”

Qianlin was only a three-year-old child after all. After being threatened by He Shaochuan, he burst into tears on the spot.

Ning He had just put on her clothes when she heard Qianlin crying from the main room.

She hurried back to the main room and saw scraps of paper all over the floor as soon as she entered.

The father and son were in a stalemate face to face. When Qianlin saw Ninghe, he cried even louder.

Ning He squatted in front of Qian Lin, wiped the tears from his face with a handkerchief, and asked softly, “Why are you crying for no reason?”

Ning He could guess something when he saw the scraps of paper all over the floor.

Qianlin glanced at He Shaochuan, and seeing his father’s calm gaze, Qianlin swallowed what he was about to say and lowered his head.

A man’s deep voice sounded behind Ning He: “Qianlin is not suitable for painting. Don’t teach him to paint in the future.”

After Ning He comforted Qian Lin to sit down, she turned around and looked at He Shaochuan calmly.

But the man didn’t look at her, his eyes turned coldly elsewhere.

Ning He didn’t understand what was wrong with He Shaochuan. Was he unhappy just because Qianlin was painting?

Did drawing irritate him?

“Why?” Ning He asked.

Hearing her question, He Shaochuan’s gaze finally fell on Ning He’s face.

She blinked, and confusion appeared on her bright, fair face, as if she really didn’t remember what she had said.

“I have already planned Qianlin’s future path. He wants to be a soldier and defend his country.”

The man’s gaze was thick and deep, like an unfathomable bottomless pool. If you step into it, you will be shattered to pieces.

But Ning He did not back down at all after hearing He Shaochuan’s answer.

Her mind was full of Qianlin, the future son who would inherit his father’s business, and she was stern, cold and distant.

If Qianlin is going to be like this when he grows up, then what’s the point of his life?

Like a puppet, she lived according to He Shaochuan’s plan, doing nothing and following the routine, wasting her best years of youth.

“But he doesn’t like it. His current interest is painting. We shouldn’t deprive Qianlin of his hobby!” Ning He retorted unhappily.

He Shaochuan just looked at Ning He quietly, and Ning He stared at him not to be outdone.

Both of them had forgotten the passion and tenderness of last night.

It was as if the relationship had returned to its original state of incompatibility.