Volume 1 Chapter 15: Wen Suhe Diligently Learns Photography to Take Photos of Qiaoqiao
Qiao Yin’s legs were weak as she descended the stairs.
After just over a month together, Wen Suhe had already started unlocking some strange new preferences.
She couldn’t imagine what would happen to her slender waist this summer vacation.
Since she couldn’t attend summer camp, she couldn’t get away from Wen Suhe for even a few days.
During dinner, Wen Suhe served her food, saying, “Since you like calligraphy, I’ll take you to visit a calligrapher tomorrow to learn from him.”
“Okay.”
Going out was better than staying home.
At home, she might be pinned beneath Wen Suhe at any moment for intimate activities.
The man was strange – even when she did nothing, Wen Suhe would confidently claim she was seducing him.
She definitely wasn’t!
The next morning, Qiao Yin followed Wen Suhe to the suburbs.
The car stopped before a wall covered in pink and white roses.
Attracted by the beautiful flowers, Qiao Yin immediately got out and started taking photos with her phone.
Wen Suhe looked at her fondly, “Let me take photos of you.”
Photography was a required skill for husbands, something Wen Suhe had scoffed at before meeting Qiao Yin.
After being with Qiao Yin, he had devoted himself to practicing photography techniques, even consulting professionals.
All just to photograph Qiao Yin.
He often secretly took photos of her too – his phone gallery was filled entirely with Qiao Yin’s pictures.
The 1TB storage was completely insufficient.
He didn’t yet know that in the future, he would have to rely on these phone photos and videos to ease his longing.
Today Qiao Yin wore a nude pink off-shoulder French-style maxi dress with matching high heels. Though just for daily outings, she wore haute couture, looking every bit the wealthy young lady.
Just standing before the flower wall, one phrase came to Wen Suhe’s mind:
The beauty outshines the flowers.
His Good Baby was more beautiful and radiant than nature’s masterfully crafted blossoms.
Wen Suhe took hundreds of photos. Many showed Qiao Yin in identical poses and expressions, yet he couldn’t bear to delete any.
He loved every single photo of Qiao Yin.
Wen Suhe never used to post on social media, but after marrying Qiao Yin, he wanted to document their life.
Since Qiao Yin hadn’t appeared in previous posts, friends had assumed Wen Suhe’s marriage was fake.
Now that they’d met and his parents had met her too, Wen Suhe had no more reservations.
He posted photos of his precious wife to show off, captioning it: My good girl.
Then he took Qiao Yin’s hand and led her inside.
A young, beautiful woman guided them to the backyard where a white-haired elder was writing in a pavilion.
His demeanor immediately identified him as an ethereal, master calligrapher.
Qiao Yin wasn’t actually interested in calligraphy – she had just been whimsical yesterday, casually practicing.
“Professor Gu.”
Professor Gu turned, his sharp gaze visible beneath his reading glasses scanning them from head to toe before settling on Qiao Yin’s face.
“Young Wen got married!”
“Yes, this is Qiao Yin. You must attend when we hold the wedding ceremony.” Wen Suhe pulled Qiao Yin forward. “My wife is interested in calligraphy, so we came specifically to consult Professor Gu. Could you teach her?”
Professor Gu handed his brush to Qiao Yin, asking her to write some characters.
Qiao Yin wrote.
Professor Gu examined her brushwork, “Quite elegant. What style would you like to practice, Qiaoqiao?”
Qiao Yin humbly asked, “What does Professor Gu think would suit me?”
Anything was fine, as long as it wasn’t the slender gold style that Wen Suhe knew.
Otherwise he’d definitely want to teach her himself.
While missing summer camp was disappointing, being able to occasionally practice calligraphy here wouldn’t be a bad alternative.
After all, it was Wen Suhe himself who brought her here!
Professor Gu: “Clerical script.”
Qiao Yin readily accepted: “Alright, clerical script it is.”
From today onward, she has developed an interest in calligraphy!
While Professor Gu taught Qiao Yin clerical script, Wen Suhe watched from the side, occasionally taking photos as mementos.
After practicing for half an hour, Professor Gu and Wen Suhe sat down to chat.
During this time, the woman who had brought them in earlier served fruits and tea, and it seemed another client had arrived.
As soon as Professor Gu left, Wen Suhe stood by Qiao Yin’s side.
Qiao Yin put down her brush, “So tired~”
Wen Suhe held her wrist and massaged it, “If you’re tired, don’t write anymore. I had you learn calligraphy to cultivate your mind, not to exhaust you.”
It was just her wrist that felt a bit tired.
It was fine.
And whose fault was it that her wrist was tired? It was all Wen Suhe’s fault!
“Is Professor Gu’s calligraphy very expensive?” Qiao Yin was especially curious.
“Art is priceless.”
Oh~
Art is priceless!
Thank you, Wen Suhe!
You’re truly a genius.
Qiao Yin was enlightened by Wen Suhe.
She finally figured out how to legitimately turn Wen Suhe’s Black Card and the card he gave her into her own little private fund.
Art is priceless~
Those capitalists buy artworks to avoid taxes.
Feeling happy, Qiao Yin picked up her teacup and took a sip.
Ugh~
So bitter.
She couldn’t appreciate this kind of refined taste.
Wen Suhe handed her a mung bean pastry, “Professor Gu’s mung bean pastries are delicious.”
As she ate the pastry, Qiao Yin asked, “Did you learn here before?”
“I studied for a while.”
Qiao Yin glanced at him twice, “Just studying for a while and you can write that well? You’re being modest!”
Fortunately, she hadn’t known Wen Suhe since childhood. Otherwise, with Wen Suhe as the “neighbor’s kid” everyone compares to, her student life would have been miserable.
After Professor Gu returned, he continued guiding Qiao Yin in her practice.
They had lunch at Professor Gu’s home before leaving.
In the car, Wen Suhe held her wrist, “How do you feel?”
“Professor Gu is kind, his calligraphy is excellent, Qingfeng Abode has a lovely environment, and the lunch was delicious. I really like it and want to continue learning from Professor Gu.” Qiao Yin put on an obedient expression, “Since it’s summer vacation now, and you won’t let me practice driving, let me practice calligraphy instead.”
Wen Suhe’s gaze darkened, “Is everything about other people’s places so much better?”
Why was he angry again?
He was the one who asked!
“Good Baby, if there’s anything about our home that you’re dissatisfied with, we can change it.” Wen Suhe rubbed her wrist with his thumb, “Everything else can be easily replicated, but we can’t hire the chef—that’s Professor Gu’s second daughter taking care of him.”
Who knew Wen Suhe had a bit of humanity in him?
“That’s not what I meant. Don’t go causing trouble; there’s no need to take anything.” Qiao Yin leaned closer to him and slowly removed his glasses.
Steeling herself, she gave him a light kiss on the lips, “Husband, thank you for introducing me to Professor Gu. I want to learn calligraphy from him.”
Qiao Yin rarely called him “husband” during the daytime while fully awake. Her soft, coquettish voice and the fleeting kiss stirred Wen Suhe’s heart.
Would forgiving Qiao Yin just because she called him “husband” make him seem too indulgent?
But of course, he should pamper his own wife!
Wen Suhe lifted her onto his lap, “I agree. I’ll coordinate with Professor Gu about your calligraphy lessons at Qingfeng Abode. When I’m unavailable, Deng Xuan will take you.”
Qiao Yin: “Okay.”
So obedient.
Qiao Yin went home and took a nap. When she woke up, the servant excitedly told her that two rows of climbing roses had been planted in the yard.
Qiao Yin walked over and noticed even the colors were identical to those at Professor Gu’s house.
Did Wen Suhe dig up the flowers from Professor Gu’s yard and bring them back?