I Refused to Be a Substitute, and Shot to Fame on a Variety Show With My Mother-In-Law

Chapter 617: Forget Him (3)

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Qiao Qiao looked up at Jingcheng. The nervousness on his face conveyed to her that there was something very important under this covered frame.

Qiao Qiao was expressionless. “I’ll just take a look. It won’t take much of your time.”

Jingcheng shook his head. “No.”

Qiao Qiao asked, “Why can’t I see it?”

Jingcheng explained clumsily, “This is Third Master’s personal item. It’s very expensive. I hope Miss won’t make things difficult for me and let my people move it away successfully.”

“l didn’t say that I wouldn’t let you move the things.” Qiao Qiao’s tone was a little heavy, and her expression wasn’t very good. also said that I’ll just take a look. It won’t take up much of your time.”

Jingcheng stood in front of Qiao Qiao and didn’t move at all. “I’m sorry, Miss. It’s inconvenient.”

Qiao Qiao said, “What if I insist on it?”

Jingcheng remained silent. Qiao Qiao used all her strength to push Jingcheng away, but her little strength was useless. Jingchengs body didn’t move at all. Since she couldn’t do it openly, she had to do it in secret.

She suddenly squatted down. Jingcheng thought in disbelief that she was going to crawl in and immediately leaned over to pull Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao took the opportunity to push his hand away and lift the burgundy flannel.

She desperately wanted to know what was under that flannel. But when she really opened it, she regretted it.

There was a huge oil painting embedded in the frame, and the person in the portrait was her. Every frown and smile was almost lifelike, In the painting, she stretched out her hands as if she was gesturing.

But she had forgotten. She had no impression of what she was gesturing at. She couldn’t remember the clothes she was wearing in the portrait or the scene she was in. The only thing she was sure of was that Shao Jingmo had painted the painting. There was a signature at the bottom: Mo.

Qiao Qiao had already seen the oil painting, so Jingcheng wasn’t too flustered. If he hadn’t deliberately gone easy on her just now, Qiao Qiao wouldn’t have had the chance to lift that flannel.

If she saw it, so be it. Missy should have seen it anyway.

“Miss, you’ve already seen the paintings. Please don’t make things difficult for us to move these paintings, okay?” Jingcheng said.

Qiao Qiao retracted her gaze and looked at Jingcheng. “You mean, there’s still a portrait of me inside?”The source of this content ɪs novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Jingcheng was silent. Qiao Qiao walked in and Jingcheng stopped her. “Miss, there’s no need.’

“It’s not up to you to decide if it’s necessary or not!” Qiao Qiao waved away Jingchengs obstructing arm and entered the ‘secret room’.

One, two, three, four…

There were about fifteen or sixteen paintings in sight, most of them oil paintings and a few sketches. They were all framed, and the visual scene almost shocked Qiao Qiao. When did he secretly draw so many portraits of her behind her back?

The date. She’d forgotten to look at the date. In addition to the signature, there was the date.

“A year ago, two years ago, the day before he came to the capital to pick me up…” Qiao Qiao read the signature and date under each oil painting over and over again. Every time she read it, a tear fell. She reached out slowly, her hand trembling slightly in midair as she tried to touch the oil painting.

“That painting just now was how Miss looked when you stood outside the salon to attract customers the first month you went to the capital.” Jingcheng’s voice sounded.

Qiao Qiao turned around. “That oil painting just now?”

Jingcheng nodded.

Qiao Qiao choked. No wonder she only felt that she was gesturing in that painting, but she couldn’t remember what scene it was. It turned out that it was her first month in the capital. She had opened a barber shop and didn’t have any business, so she shamelessly went out to attract customers.

Qiao Qiao lowered her eyes and whispered, “So Little Uncle has been paying attention to me since I arrived in the capital.”

“Third Master was worried about you being alone over there, so he i s been paying attention.” Jingcheng went forward and gestured for Qiao Qiao to look at every painting here. “Miss, you’ve taken a closer look just now. You should have noticed that the dates of every painting are in the past three years. As long as he misses you, he’ll draw your portrait in this room until you come back. He locked this cubicle, afraid that you’ll be frightened when you see these paintings.”

Qiao Qiao raised her hand to wipe the tears off her cheeks. “What else?”

Jingcheng knew very well that since he had already gone against Third Master’s wishes and let Miss see his secret, he might as well go against it to the end. He didn’t want Miss to hate Third Master until he died.

“Other than drawing your portrait to comfort his longing, Third Master will go to the capital to see you twice a month, but you don’t know because Third Master has never shown his face in front of you. The only time he showed his face was when he brought you back.

“Miss, you probably thought that you’re very lucky. Everything is going smoothly in the capital, but in fact, Third Master has helped you settle many things. Many of the messes have also been quietly cleaned up by Third Master. Third Master has done a lot for you.

“You just don’t know. You always think you’re just lucky.” Qiao Qiao shook her head. “I’m not looking at it anymore.”

Jingcheng frowned. “What?”

Qiao Qiao looked up at Jingcheng. “Pretend I didn’t come in. Pretend I didn’t know anything. Pretend I didn’t lift that flannel just now. You don’t have to tell me anymore.”

With that, she turned and fled the place..