Chapter 295: Chapter 295

Zhao Gang saw Cai Ming sitting in the pool with a look of utter despair on his face, and knew it must be because Gong Ruini had mistreated him.

Previously, Gong Ruini had thoroughly outclassed Zhao Guangran, and Zhao Gang thought this girl was really amazing, but he didn’t expect she could overpower Cai Ming too, which is quite perplexing.

Gong Tao couldn’t help feeling relieved that he didn’t have to do this tough job, otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do.

Gong Tao had secretly flipped through the exam papers himself; many questions seemed like they were written in an ancient script to him, leaving him so intimidated that he never dared look again, truly discouraging.

Luckily, since Cai Ming arrived, his daughter has turned her attention to Cai Ming, her little uncle, allowing Gong Tao to breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, if he really had to be a role model, it would be downright humiliating.

Gong Tao considered his little brother-in-law really was having a hard time, "Cai Ming, what should we buy you for the New Year?"

His daughter had tormented the poor guy so much; as a father, he couldn’t ignore it.

"No need." Cai Ming was too embarrassed to accept anything from his brother-in-law. Since coming to the Northeast, his brother-in-law and their family had given him so much stuff, especially now that he’s earning money himself, he’s even more reluctant to take money from them.

Last time, he heard his sister say that if Gong Dajiang got sick, they couldn’t possibly do nothing, and money would have to be offered, which was all upsetting.

If it weren’t for his brother-in-law’s side earnings, they wouldn’t know how to live.

"Don’t worry, your brother-in-law has money." Even if he had to give some money to the Gong family, so what? It was based on this year’s dividend. Zhao Gang had decided to give only half at most.

If he gave a lot, the Gong family would only complain it’s too little, and people in the village, knowing he wired so much money, would surely gossip, so it’s best to keep a low profile.

These are totally different matters. In short, Cai Ming insisted on not taking anything from Gong Tao while they were in the bathhouse, pushing and yielding to each other.

Gong Ruini, though puzzled why those boys were taking so long to bathe today, found joy in playing with a pair of twins.

Ever since discovering these two kids were medical geniuses, Gong Ruini spent time playing with them every day. If she had a camera, she’d happily take tons of photos.

When they reunite in the future, this will be the best evidence. Unfortunately, she did not have the money to buy a camera and no way to get one.

She didn’t know if such items needed to be bought from duty-free shops. But even then, it required a Foreign Exchange Certificate, which she didn’t have.

If no foreigners sent them money, there would be no Foreign Exchange Certificate, and as for buying on the black market, the price was ridiculously high. Sigh.

Forget it, why think so much? Without a camera, she could draw with a pen instead, which was more meaningful than photos, wasn’t it?

What if one day she became a master artist and these two became famous figures? Their childhood drawings would undoubtedly be valuable. Then, she could hold an exhibition with these drawings displayed together, with ticket sales presumably being significant.

Thinking of this, Gong Ruini couldn’t sit still and rushed to her room.

Zhan Jing looked at Gong Ruini with confusion, wondering what was going on and why she wasn’t playing with those two boys.

Previously, every time Gong Ruini played with them for quite a while, tickling them into fits of giggles. Zhan Jing was always worried her two sons might giggle so much they’d wet the bed even more at night.

Gong Ruini picked up the drawing board her father had specially made for her and returned to Zhan Jing’s room, starting to draw the two kids.

Was she planning to draw for them? Zhan Jing watched Gong Ruini, puzzled, but noticed she had picked up a pencil.

Gong Ruini had indeed picked up a pencil, deciding to do sketches instead of ink drawings, which felt too formal. Besides, she planned to draw these kids daily, and inking them daily seemed too time-consuming. Sketches were more practical.

Cai Meina stood behind Gong Ruini, watching her draw, "Not using ink?"

"Hmm, I plan to draw my little brothers daily, so pencil is better." Gong Ruini said softly while continuing her work.

Though Zhan Jing often commented on Hua Miaozhu’s average drawing, Gong Ruini had genuinely improved, knowing Hua Miaozhu’s remarks were intended to curb any arrogance she might develop.

Gong Ruini sincerely thought Hua Miaozhu was overthinking. Whether she had talent or not, she didn’t feel she had reason for arrogance. But considering Hua Miaozhu’s concerns, Gong Ruini couldn’t ignore them, opting to show through her actions she wasn’t prideful.

Every day drawing these two kids? Could she really manage that? Zhan Jing knew her mom occasionally helped with the twins, saying she could burn the drawings later for their grandfather to view from the afterlife, blessing Zhan family’s children and carrying on their legacy.

Unexpectedly, Gong Ruini had similar thoughts, planning to draw the kids daily, venturing into a vast project.

"Ni Zi, you..." Zhan Jing was quite curious why Gong Ruini would do this.

What could Gong Ruini say, except to tell Aunt Zhan, "I’m just sucking up to these future big shots?"

This notion would then scare them! "I like my little brothers and thought it would be nice for them to see how they looked when they grew up." These could sell for money!

Imagining them turning into bills flying towards her, Gong Ruini felt delighted, a smile spreading across her face.

Showing them their childhood images? Zhan Jing was inspired by Gong Ruini’s words, stirred by various thoughts. Indeed, while gazing at the kids daily makes it hard to notice their changes, a month or a year later, the changes are significant.

Overtime, they’d forget the kids’ previous appearance, unable to consistently snap photos at the local studio, which would be too lavish.

Photography indeed offered clearer imagery, but drawing had its perks, namely being able to draw anytime. As long as they didn’t let news of this spread, there’d be no resentment from others. Googlᴇ search novel⁂fire.net

But this would trouble Gong Ruini greatly, "Actually, Guang Ran could draw."

Despite learning to draw from his grandmother, her youngest son wasn’t one to shape up at all. Zhan Jing hardly knew how to describe him, clearly having talent yet not dedicating effort, purely studying for the sake of tasks, neither here nor there.

"Not a bother, not a bother." Engaging with future experts, how could Gong Ruini think it bothersome.

In pursuit of agentship for Shiyu Hall’s black ointment, her little gestures meant little. Gong Ruini had decided that even living as a spoiled wealthy second generation, one ought to pursue a career starting with this agentship.