Chapter 830: The Disabled Young Master 43

He Jiantong immediately said, “Wait.”

“Does Seventh Brother need something else?” He Chong asked.

He Jiantong didn't answer. He simply looked at the steward.

“Go get Sixth Brother five hundred taels of silver.”

At this, He Chong hurriedly waved his hands.

“Seventh Brother, you've misunderstood. I'm really not here to ask you for money!”

Of course, if you insisted on giving it to him, he would gladly accept it!

……

Hearing this, He Jiantong nodded slightly.

“I know Sixth Brother didn't come here to ask for money. These five hundred taels are to thank you for making a special trip to warn me.”

The moment He Chong heard this, his eyes immediately lit up.

“Then I'll… take it?”

Five hundred taels of silver!

He could finally repay the five hundred taels he'd borrowed from someone else last time!

Sure enough, it was absolutely the right choice to maintain a good relationship with Seventh Brother!

His mother was the one who was always thinking up all sorts of unnecessary schemes!

……

After He Chong left happily with the silver, He Jiantong wheeled himself back to his room.

At this moment, Tang Wan was practicing painting.

Naturally, the person she was painting was He Jiantong.

Seeing He Jiantong wheel himself over, she hurriedly put down her brush and went over to push him closer.

“Tongtong, you're here? Come see how my painting turned out!”

As she spoke, she looked at He Jiantong with a slightly proud and expectant expression and lifted up the painting.

When He Jiantong saw himself in the painting, his gaze froze for quite a while.

The person in the painting had none of the gloomy, unpleasant expression he usually wore. Instead, he had a faint smile on his face and was gazing ahead, giving off the refined bearing of a gentle young master.

The person in the painting looked gentle and happy.

……

“Wanwan's painting is excellent. I didn't know you were so skilled at painting,” He Jiantong said.

The person in the painting was nothing like the sort of ink-wash portrait some painters produced. Instead, it looked exceptionally realistic and delicate, capturing his expression with remarkable accuracy.

But… she had indeed been born into an ordinary farming family and had never been exposed to painting. Yet after coming to his side, she had displayed unusual talent not only in painting, but also in tea ceremony, calligraphy, and various other fields.

She definitely wasn't the Tang Wan described in the information.

At the very least, her temperament and mannerisms were absolutely different.

But he could also tell that she had never intended to hide this from him. Whenever she wanted to do something, she never concealed it from him.

Of course, he also knew better than to question her about it.

Because he was afraid. He was afraid that if he asked, she would disappear the next day like the Snail Girl from the old tales.

……

He didn't ask Tang Wan how she had acquired such skill in painting. Instead, He Jiantong simply held the painting and continued admiring it.

After hearing his praise, Tang Wan smiled brightly.

“Do you like it?”

“I do. But Wanwan's painting is exceptionally lifelike, almost as though you carved my likeness directly from a mold. How did you manage to do it?” He Jiantong asked with interest.

“It's simple. I just used some charcoal,” Tang Wan replied.

“Charcoal? Wanwan really is clever, to think of such a method!” He Jiantong said with a smile, nodding.

As for what He Chong had said earlier, he didn't mention it to her.

Because he trusted that Wanwan wasn't the sort of person who would be fickle or unable to endure loneliness.

Not to mention, at night, she was always attentive to his body and dignity, and had even become bold enough to try letting him take the initiative.

But what He Chong had said wasn't entirely without reason.

He trusted Wanwan, but that didn't mean other people wouldn't set their sights on her.