Luo Fengtang did not speak, but put down his chopsticks and stood up and walked towards the kitchen door.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, looking at his back a little panicked.

Is he angry?

If he kept mentioning Zhou Xia or Luo Bingqing, women who had liked him in front of her, she would definitely be angry.

What's more, she not only mentioned Mu Zichuan, but also often went to Lao Mu's house to take care of his food and daily life.

If he had gone to take care of Zhou Xia and the others every now and then, her lungs would probably explode, right?

It was only a fleeting moment when so many thoughts passed through her mind. In fact, she quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up, ready to catch up and explain and comfort her.

However, he did not slam the door and leave. Instead, he leaned forward and looked outside the house to make sure no one was there and then closed the kitchen door.

When he turned around, he saw her standing a few steps behind him with a confused look on her face and some anxiety.

He was startled for a moment, then smiled, strode to her and raised his hand to gently stroke the top of her hair.

"Why is this expression like this? It reminds me of my daughter. She always has this expression when she does something wrong, hahaha..."

Facing his joke, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh.

"Tangyaozi, I was wrong..." she said softly.

"What went wrong?" he asked.

She glanced at the closed door and thought to herself that no one was coming right now, so it was a good time to admit her mistake and give her a guarantee.

So, she raised her head and said the words she had planned in her heart with a serious look.

After saying that, she reached out and hugged his arm, "Don't be angry. I promise that I will pay more attention in the future. I will avoid suspicion when I should avoid it. I will never let rumors hurt you..."

After listening patiently to Yang Ruoqing's words, Luo Fengtang's lips curled up.

"I didn't expect that me getting up and closing the door would remind you of so many things. Why are you so stupid?"

He rubbed her head, his eyes full of love.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and looked at him a little confused.

"What? Aren't you just because you were annoyed that I kept talking about Mu Zichuan, so you were so angry that you didn't even want to eat and turned around and left?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang couldn't laugh or cry, "How is that possible? Could it be that the man you have eyes for, me, is that kind of narrow-minded person?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, that's right, Tang Yazi has a broad mind, and as long as she doesn't do anything that betrays their relationship and marriage, he will be very tolerant of her.

Because preserving his relationship and marriage is his bottom line and what he cares about most.

Of course, this is what Yang Ruoqing cares about the most.

"Qing'er, don't worry, let me show you something." Luo Fengtang said again.

"Yeah." Yang Ruoqing nodded and let go of her hand.

As if by magic, he took out a roll of something from his body and handed it to her.

"This is...?" She was surprised, why did this roll of paper look so like the pile of drawing paper she saw in Mu Zichuan's closet before?

"Open it and take a look!" Luo Fengtang said again.

"I don't want to see it!" Yang Ruoqing said.

She could almost guess that these were the portraits of her painted by Mu Zichuan.

"Come, let's look at it together," he said, taking the drawing paper from her hand and pulling her back to sit at the table.

He sat, holding her and letting her sit on his lap, while the drawing paper slowly spread out on the table...

His slender fingers turned over the drawing paper in front of him one by one.

"I have to say that Zichuan's painting skills are really great. Look, this painting of my daughter-in-law is so lifelike, as if she is standing in front of her in real life."

"However, a painting will always be a painting. It is fixed in one place and is far less lively and charming than a real person."

Luo Fengtang commented while watching.

Yang Ruoqing was even more confused.

She remembered that she accidentally saw this drawing paper when she was looking for a change of clothes for Mu Zichuan, and then quickly stuffed it back into place.

How did it end up in Tang Yazi’s hands?

Could it be that he had already seen it when he came behind her?

Thinking of this, she felt guilty again and felt ashamed of her smart little move.

If I had known earlier, I might as well have told him openly, hiding it in such a way, the original openness and aboveboardness made people think that something was wrong!

Damn it, I'm such an idiot. I've discredited myself. What should I do now? How do I explain it?

"Stop watching, I don't want to watch!"

She suddenly raised her hand, turned over the thick stack of drawing papers in front of her, and placed it upside down on the table.

"Tangyazi, tell me honestly, have you seen these drawing papers before?" Yang Ruoqing turned to ask him.

"Why did you bring the drawing paper back? What on earth were you thinking? You didn't say anything like this, which made me feel very anxious." She added.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and put his arm around her waist, saying, "Actually, I had already seen these drawing papers when you were looking for clothes for Zichuan."

really!

Yang Ruoqing's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him a little nervously.

"Of course I know the situation between you and Zichuan. You are my wife. From the beginning, Zichuan was in unrequited love."

"I have believed in you from the beginning to the end, otherwise, I would not have let you take care of Zichuan with confidence," he said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were a little red, "Thank you for your trust. I was overthinking it."

She whispered, "However, although the drawings on these drawings are of me, I have never been a model for him..."

"Model?" Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, "What is that?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and found that she had come up with another modern word.

So he quickly translated it in the language of this era, and Luo Fengtang understood it instantly.

He smiled and said: "Of course I know that my wife did not serve as a model for Zichuan. These portraits were drawn by Zichuan alone based on the memories in his mind and have nothing to do with you!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly.

"I'm really annoyed. I have been overtly and covertly trying to persuade him with nice and soft words to stop living in the past and stop fighting against the past," she continued, hugging Luo Fengtang's neck.

"He also expressed his stance, saying that he would re-plan the future and live a good life, and he also tried to accept Liu Doukou..."

"Why are there still these paintings here? Didn't he put them down? Why, if he hadn't been like this, I would have been willing to go over and take care of him. But the more he acted like this, the less I wanted to go, and I just wanted to hide away from him.

Hold him!" she said.

However, both children like to go to Muzichuan, which, as a mother, she is really helpless about!

Hearing her complaints, Luo Fengtang laughed again.

"Zichuan should have come out by now." He said.

"Seriously?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang pointed to the drawing paper: "You can tell by looking at the signing time under these portraits."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing turned the drawing paper over again and checked the signatures underneath one by one.

There are poems written by Mu Zichuan, with names and times.
Chapter completed!