<h4>Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Drawing a Man</h4>


    "Young Lady, I just remembered I have something that I haven’t done yet, I need to leave first. Oh by the way, I’ll tell the young master that you haven’t eaten anything today."


    Uncle Tao hurried off while An Ruo continued cooking. From today on, she was going to fall in love with cooking.


    When Tang Yuchen returned in the afternoon and learned what was written in the notebook, one could only imagine how sour his face turned.


    She actually dared to say that he had bad breath!


    Damn, if he had bad breath, then everyone in the world had bad breath!


    He forcefully pushed open An Ruo’s door and saw her sitting peacefully on the balcony, painting. The man’s anger red uncontrobly.


    He tormented her, forbidding her to eat, and what was her reaction?


    Pretty nonchnt, huh!


    Tang Yuchen felt an impotent frustration like punching a pile of cotton.


    He sat down opposite her and nced at the portrait she was painting. His eyes suddenly turned cold, "Who are you drawing?"


    An Ruo was painting a man, and a very handsome one at that.


    Tang Yuchen was certain; he didn’t know this man.


    An Ruo ignored him and continued to paint. He reached out, his long fingers pinching the rice paper, and pulled it over forcefully, his movement somewhat rough.


    An Ruo’s brush had justnded on the man’s eyebrows when his pull caused the brush to make a long mark on the pristine rice paper.


    A perfectly good portrait was ruined in an instant.


    Tang Yuchen’s lips curled up with a hint of schadenfreude, "Who is he?"


    An Ruo’s eyes slightly lifted as she said indifferently, "My dad."


    The man’s gaze flickered.


    He knew that An Ruo’s parents had died in a car ident when she was ten years old. She’d have been quite young then, and so much time had passed, yet he didn’t expect her to still remember her father’s face and be able to draw him so vividly.


    ncing at the man in the painting, Tang Yuchen found that he bore no resemnce to An Mingqi.


    Tossing the rice paper onto the table, the man leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and tapped his long index finger lightly on the table, "Your dad and An Mingqi were blood brothers?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "I’m just very curious, if An Mingqi is really your uncle, why would he have schemed to deceive you back then?"


    A flicker of pain crossed An Ruo’s eyes.


    Uncle’s treachery was a thorn in her heart, each touch of which made her heart ache dully.


    She didn’t even want to think about that incident, nor did she wish to harbor too much resentment.


    Let’s just say she had repaid Uncle for his upbringing. Only by thinking this way could she alleviate some of her pain.


    "Are you dumb? I’m asking you a question," the man said with a frown, clearly impatient.


    An Ruo pulled her thoughts back, replying tly, "My uncle and dad have the same father but different mothers. My grandmother passed away quite early on."


    Tang Yuchen let out a coldugh. So that was it.


    Not born of the same mother, there’s ayer of separation; the rtionship between the two brothers probably wasn’t that good.


    But he didn’t share these thoughts with An Ruo. Instead, he stood up, looking down at her condescendingly, "You have quite the endurance, going without food for two days and still remaining so leisurely. Tell me, did you secretly eat something, or what?"


    An Ruo didn’t look into his eyes. She took the rice paper, holding an eraser, and lightly rubbed away the long scratch.


    "You’ve ordered no one to feed me; who would dare give me something to eat? Tang Yuchen, if you have the guts, starve me to death."


    "Fine, as long as you have the guts not to eat, I have the guts to starve you to death!"


    With that, the man strode out of her bedroom. No sooner had he left than his phone started to ring.


    It was a call from Yun Feixue.


    Tang Yuchen answered the call, his lips curling into a smile and his voice softening a few degrees, "Feixue, what do you need from me?"


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