Chapter 302: Becoming Fourth Brother’s Model
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After saying goodnight to each other, Murong Qiao ended the call and put the phone back in her pocket. She stood up and prepared to return to her room.
Murong Qiao was a little sleepy from the cold night wind. She walked in the direction she came from.
However, just as she was about to walk out of the flower field, Murong Qiao took a step forward and felt something strange, as if she had stepped on something.
“Hm?” She looked down.
A piece of white paper that was so conspicuous that she had to pay attention to it was stepped on, showing its existence to Murong Qiao.
Where did the paper come from?
Murong Qiao was puzzled. She squatted down and picked up the paper. Under the light of the street lamp beside him, she could see clearly that this was not a completely pure white paper.
With roses as the main color, it covered the surrounding scene. In the center was a girl in a gown. There was very little detail of her face, and the focus was on her clothes.
It looked like a draft, but the drawing was scrawled and vivid.
Especially the gown the girl was wearing. It clearly did not have many strokes, but the few strokes stunned Murong Qiao speechless.
It could not be born out of thin air…
Murong Qiao looked at the original position of the paper and looked up at the studio not far above the flower field.
There was no one on the balcony, and the French windows were closed. One could only vaguely see a drawing board stand there.
Now she knew where this ma.n.u.script came from.
“I can only return it to Fourth Brother tomorrow.” Murong Qiao was helpless.
It was already so late. She wondered if her Fourth Brother was asleep. It was not good to knock on the door and disturb him.
Hence, she carefully put away the draft and returned to her room.
The next morning, when Murong Qiao woke up for breakfast, she did not hear any movement upstairs.
“Uncle Yang.” She couldn’t help but call out to the butler. “Has Fourth Brother woken up?”
It was already eight in the morning.
Murong Qiao glanced at the time and immediately felt that Fourth Brother Yan Xiu was even more homely than she had imagined.
Uncle Yang’s expression was as usual. “I’ll prepare to send Fourth Young Master’s breakfast up later. He doesn’t have a good schedule and likes to stay up late.”
Yan Xiu’s irregular schedule was already the norm. Hearing Uncle Yang’s tone, Murong Qiao suddenly stood up.
“Then I’ll deliver it.” She took the initiative to deliver the breakfast.
She could return the draft she picked up last night to Fourth Brother.
Murong Qiao said with this intention, attracting the surprised gaze of the butler, Uncle Yang.
His gaze revealed some relief. “I’m very happy that you have such thoughts.”
“Then, 1’11 have to trouble Young Miss with the breakfast.” Uncle Yang handed the breakfast that belonged to Yan Xiu to Murong Qiao.
Uncle Yang treated the children of the Murong Family as his own children and treated them like family.
It was the same for Murong Qiao in Uncle Yang’s heart. Now that he heard Murong Qiao take the initiative to contact Yan Xiu and deliver breakfast to improve their sibling relationship, Uncle Yang was much happier.
Murong Qiao waved her hand in embarra.s.sment. “It’s not a big deal.”
She did not think too much about it. After informing Uncle Yang, she carried the breakfast upstairs.
Murong Qiao returned to her room to get the draft first before knocking on Yan Xiu’s door.
Knock knock.
She knocked twice but didn’t get a response.
Murong Qiao waited for a while, then knocked again. This time, she heard a voice coming from inside.
“…What’s the matter?” The voice was filled with sleepiness.
It sounded like he had just woken up and was extremely sleepy. He was probably woken up by her knocking.
Murong Qiao explained her ident.i.ty. “It’s me.”
Although it was a little immoral to wake Fourth Brother up, the guilt came and went quickly.
The girl’s clear and soft voice reached Yan Xiu’s ears through the not soundproof door.
“Got it,” he replied vaguely.
At this moment, Yan Xiu was lying on the sofa. Because he was forcefully woken up, his mind was still a little blurry.
His slightly long black hair was disheveled. Yan Xiu reached out with difficulty and brushed away the sketches piled on his body. He slowly stood up from the sofa with a frown.
Last night, he was so focused on drawing that when Yan Xiu was resting on the sofa, he did not expect to fall asleep.
He casually brushed his hair twice and had no choice but to get up and go to the door.
Yan Xiu opened the door. “Just give me the breakfast.”
Seeing Murong Qiao standing outside the door with breakfast, Yan Xiu was surprised and felt that it made sense.
After all, there was no other person in this family who would knock on the door so suddenly and wake him up.
“Good morning… Fourth Brother.” Murong Qiao greeted in embarra.s.sment. “This is your breakfast.”
She handed it over and took out the draft. “And this. I picked it up in the garden last night. It should be yours.”
Murong Qiao’s tone was a little probing, and Yan Xiu acutely caught it.
It seemed that the call last night was from that boy.
Seeing Murong Qiao like this, Yan Xiu immediately had an answer.
He casually placed the breakfast on the table beside him and looked at the draft Murong Qiao had taken out.
“It’s indeed mine.” Yan Xiu took it back. “But it’s useless.”
At the mention of the draft, his tone was clearly low and a little irritable.
Yan Xiu was originally inspired last night, but no matter how he drew it, it was wrong. After sc.r.a.pping countless pieces of paper, his body was so tired that he was forced to sleep.
The pain of running out of inspiration and being unable to draw were two different experiences, and Yan Xiu had “enjoyed” them all.
“I see.” Murong Qiao couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
In that case, wouldn’t she have woken Fourth Brother up for a useless draft?
Yan Xiu looked at the paper in his hand and did not speak for a moment.
The completion rate of the draft drawn on this piece of paper was very high, but Yan Xiu always felt that there was something missing.
Staring at this draft, Yan Xiu frowned and fell into deep thought.
Seeing that he didn’t speak, Murong Qiao felt awkward and didn’t know if she should leave.
She had only interacted with Yan Xiu a few times in total. Murong Qiao, who did not know the other party’s personality well, did not know how to interact with her Fourth Brother.
“Then I’ll—” Murong Qiao spoke first and broke the silence.
But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Yan Xiu.
“Be my model.”
Yan Xiu suddenly said.
He moved his gaze away from the draft and turned to look at his Little Sister, Murong Qiao, who was standing in front of him.
“Huh?” Murong Qiao’s eyes widened.
Yan Xiu’s request caught her off guard, causing Murong Qiao’s mind to pause for a second before she reacted.
She looked blank. “Model?”
Yan Xiu nodded and simply threw the draft behind him. His heart did not ache at all.
He had been thinking about how to draw the feeling he wanted just now, but he had gone too far and ignored the fact that Murong Qiao was in front of him.
The person who gave him inspiration was standing here. He could recreate the scene from yesterday. Perhaps it was also an opportunity to break through.
“Do you have any plans today?” Yan Xiu asked.
Murong Qiao shook her head. She had nothing to do today. Her original plan was to stay in her room and write.
When Yan Xiu heard this answer, his eyebrows raised imperceptibly, revealing the joy in his heart.
When it came to design inspiration, Yan Xiu no longer had the sibling barrier between him and Murong Qiao and spoke a little more.
“Then, do you want to consider being my model for a day?”