Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 199: Losing the Lady and the Troops

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Losing the Lady and the Troops

Tang Wenxuan was flabbergasted.

He gaped at his suddenly rebellious daughter, his expression a complete mess.

"Qingwu, didn’t we agree to come over..."

With flushed cheeks, Tang Qingwu looked towards Tang Wenxuan, "Father, please don’t speak."

She then turned to Chen Fan, giving a slight bow, "My father is out of his senses, please forgive him, Mr. Chen."

Tang Wenxuan: "???"

He watched Tang Qingwu gaze at Chen Fan with an infatuated look and felt like he had lost both his wealth and his daughter, "Could Qingwu have been spirited away by this youngster, Chen Fan? Then the remaining thirty percent of the Tang Family’s assets might also end up in his pockets, right?"

Chen Fan looked at the father and daughter with a mix of amusement and helplessness, and responded lightly, "There’s no need for such formalities. The Tang Family has given me ample benefits; it’s only right that I do these things."

Tang Qingwu said, "It’s only because Mr. Chen is kind-hearted that you were willing to lend a hand. Qingwu is truly grateful to you from the bottom of her heart."

"Mr. Chen, may I observe as you paint here?"

Chen Fan nodded, "Yes."

Tang Qingwu turned to push Tang Wenxuan towards the door, "Father, please go out, don’t disturb Mr. Chen while he is painting."

Just like that, Tang Wenxuan was ushered out. He watched Tang Qingwu close the door, feeling quite disheartened, "I’ve raised my daughter with so much effort all these years, how could she just turn against me like this?"

After a long while, he shook his hand fiercely and left the place dispirited.

"What on earth is happening!"

...

Inside the room.

Chen Fan continued painting.

Tang Qingwu stood by, staring at Chen Fan with eyes full of admiration.

Before long, Chen Fan completed the painting and set down his brush.

Tang Qingwu carefully examined it, then praised, "Mr. Chen, your painting is majestic with layered peaks and brilliant scenery. Looking at this painting is like beholding the splendid rivers and mountains of our homeland. I feel that the quality of this painting is even higher than your past work."

Chen Fan smiled, "Miss Tang is too generous with your praise."

As his strength improved, so had his state of mind, and naturally, the quality of his paintings had risen considerably compared to the past.

Turning her head, Tang Qingwu showed Chen Fan a radiant smile, "Mr. Chen, could you gift this painting to Qingwu?"

Chen Fan nodded, "If Miss Tang likes it, please take it."

Tang Qingwu’s face lit up with joy, and she carefully rolled up Chen Fan’s painting.

Then she looked at Chen Fan with a timid expression and asked, "Mr. Chen, are you betrothed?"

Chen Fan was taken aback, thinking that the conversation was about paintings, and why had it turned to this subject. He then said, "Yes."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Tang Qingwu’s eyes, "What a pity."

She continued, "Mr. Chen, may I come again tomorrow to watch you paint?"

Chen Fan nodded.

Tang Qingwu was very happy and left with the painting.

Chen Fan murmured to himself, "Compared to Tang Chuchu, Tang Qingwu can be considered genteel and well-educated. The difference between these two sisters is really significant."

The next day.

Dressed in a white gown with light makeup on her face and a flower ribbon in her hair, Tang Qingwu’s subtle and elegant charm made her appear like a literary girl stepping out of a painting, delighting all who saw her.

She arrived at the door to Chen Fan’s room and knocked.

"Come in,"

Tang Qingwu pushed the door open and saw Chen Fan just spreading out sheets of paper on the table.

Next to him was a stack of completed paintings.

Surprised, Tang Qingwu exclaimed, "Mr. Chen, have you been painting all night?"

Chen Fan answered with a smile, "I was in a great flow, so I didn’t stop."

"But I’ve painted enough this time. After the last one, I won’t paint anymore."

Tang Qingwu blinked her large eyes and asked, "Mr. Chen, have you decided on a subject for this last painting?"

Chen Fan pondered for a moment, "I still don’t know what to paint."

With a charming smile, Tang Qingwu twirled on the spot, lifting her skirt, "Why not include me in your painting, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Fan watched her; her enchanting aura was indeed eye-catching.

So he said with a smile, "Alright, this final painting will be of you."

With that, he picked up his brush and started to paint, using Tang Qingwu as his model.

After a while, Chen Fan set down his brush, satisfied as he looked over the painting on the table and nodded approvingly.

Tang Qingwu rushed over to see and was stunned by the content of the painting.

The painting depicted her, graceful and lively, shining with anticipation, dancing amidst a sea of flowers.

She never imagined that she could appear so captivating in someone else’s painting.

"Could this be Mr. Chen’s impression of me? This... it’s too beautiful."

Her fingers gently touched her likeness in the painting; she had never considered herself vain, but at that moment, she was certain she had fallen for the version of herself in the painting.

Chen Fan spoke lightly, "This painting was inspired by your name. Please forgive me if it is presumptuous."

Tang Qingwu smiled, "Qingwu really likes it."

Chen Fan said with a smile, "Then it’s yours."

Tang Qingwu looked at Chen Fan, thinking that for such a divine work, Mr. Chen was offering it to her willingly, could it be... did he have feelings for me?

But then she heard Chen Fan say, "I will be indebted to Miss Tang for managing the seventy percent of my assets."

Tang Qingwu’s expression faltered, disappointment flooding her eyes.

Still, she replied with a smile, "Mr. Chen, rest assured, Qingwu will manage it with all her heart."

Chen Fan clasped his hands in thanks, "Then I am most grateful."

At that moment, Tang Wenxuan arrived, knocking on the door, "Mr. Chen, Zhou Buwen has sent a message, he’s holding a banquet at Shanshui Manor in the suburbs to apologize to you, will you be attending, Mr. Chen?"

On hearing this, Chen Fan was somewhat suspicious, "Considering Zhou Buwen’s character, would he really host an apology banquet for me out of goodwill?"