Chapter 337 - Getting married is only a trifling matter 2 (1/2)

Chapter 337 - Getting married is only a trifling matter (2)

Ji Man was really becoming more and more curious about this ”him” that Miss Zhu kept mentioning, but she didn't feel comfortable asking, so she could only suppress her curiosity and continue fixing the mandarin duck.

Grabbing Ji Man's hand, Zhu Yurun somewhat proudly said, ”Oh, right. I do have a skill. I can paint. It can be considered my one talent. Dad said that if I don't have even one talent, my future husband would look down on me.”

With her head lowered and her attention focused on embroidering, Ji Man absent-mindedly responded, ”En. What can you paint?”

Zhu Yurun happily took out a scroll and opened it. ”Look, I know how to paint him!”

Ji Man froze in shock for a moment. The man in the painting was wearing a robe that was embroidered with green bamboo. His somewhat long and narrow eyes, which had been paired with a smiling expression, looked somewhat dissolute.

He looked pretty ordinary. It seemed like this painting had captured some of the person's personality. Actually, this person looked somewhat familiar to her.

”Your painting is pretty good. Who is he?”

With a red face, Miss Zhu stamped her feet and said, ”It's him! The one I told you about. The one that's really, really good-looking!”

What?

Ji Man stared at the painting for several seconds. Her eyelids twitched as she asked, ”So you're saying... this is your baby's father?”

Zhu Yurun's eyes were glimmering with stars as she nodded. Her fingers carefully stroked the face on her painting, and she quietly said, ”I've never seen anyone that's better looking than him. Even when he's furrowing his brow, he still looks mesmerizing.”

Ji Man shivered and almost poked herself with the embroidery needle.

Sure enough, a woman in love really couldn't be reasoned with. Although the man in the painting looked decent enough, it really wasn't to the level of really, really good-looking. That face shouldn't have been enough to turn someone into a love-struck idiot, right?

Or, perhaps, Miss Zhu's painting skills weren't good enough, so she hadn't fully captured this man's magnificent beauty?

Ji Man narrowed her eyes and moved closer to the painting. Even if she mentally Photoshopped this image into something more attractive, she didn't have any strong feelings, except one. Familiar.

Where had she seen this person before?

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Even after she returned to the marquis's estate, Ji Man was still contemplating this question. However, when she entered the western courtyard, she found out that Marquis Moyu still had a guest over, but they weren't inside anymore. Instead, they were playing chess under a covered corridor.

Ning Yuxuan was holding onto Haohao with one hand, and his other hand was holding a white chess piece. He was leaning against the red pillar behind himself and smiling as if he had a well-thought out strategy.

In contrast, the person across from him had a slightly furrowed brow and was silently holding a black chess piece.