Chapter 4211 I was wrong...
Luo Fengtang did not speak, but put down his chopsticks and stood up and walked towards the kitchen door.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, looking at his back a little panicked.
Is he angry?
If he kept mentioning Zhou Xia or Luo Bingqing's women who once liked him in front of her, she would definitely be angry.
What's more, she not only mentioned Mu Zichuan, but also often went to Lao Mu's house to take care of his food and daily life.
If he had gone to take care of Zhou Xia and the others every now and then, her lungs would probably explode, right?
So many thoughts went through her mind in just a flash. In fact, she quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up, ready to catch up and explain and comfort her.
However, he did not slam the door and leave. Instead, he leaned forward and looked outside the house to make sure there was no one and then closed the kitchen door.
When he turned around, he saw her standing a few steps behind him with a confused look on her face and some anxiety.
He was startled for a moment, then smiled, strode to her and raised his hand to gently stroke the top of her hair.
"What about this expression? It reminds me of my daughter. She always looks like this when she does something wrong, hahaha..."
Faced with his joking, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh.
"Tangyazi, I was wrong..." she said softly.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She glanced at the closed door and thought that no one was coming here right now, which was a good time to admit her mistake and give her a guarantee.
So, she raised her head and said the words she had planned in her heart with a serious look.
After saying that, she reached out and hugged his arm, "Don't be angry. I promise that I will pay more attention in the future. I will avoid suspicion when I should avoid it. I will never let rumors hurt you..."
After listening patiently to Yang Ruoqing's words, Luo Fengtang's lips curled up.
“I didn’t expect that me getting up and closing the door would remind you of so many things. Why are you so stupid!”
He rubbed her head with fondness in his eyes.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned and looked at him a little confused.
"What? Aren't you so angry that you turned around and left without even wanting to eat because you were annoyed that I kept talking about Mu Zichuan?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang couldn't laugh or cry, "How is this possible? Could it be that the man you have eyes for, I, will be the kind of narrow-minded person?"
Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, that's right, Tangya. Zi is open-minded, and as long as she doesn't do anything that betrays their relationship and marriage, he will be very tolerant of her in other situations.
Because preserving his relationship and marriage is his bottom line and what he cares about most.
Of course, this is what Yang Ruoqing cares about the most.
"Qing'er, don't worry, let me show you something." Luo Fengtang said again.
"Yeah." Yang Ruoqing nodded and let go.
As if by magic, he took out a roll of something from his body and handed it to her.
"This is...?" She was surprised. Why did this roll of paper look so like the pile of drawing paper she had seen in Mu Zichuan's closet?
“Open it and take a look!” Luo Fengtang said again.
“I don’t want to see it!” Yang Ruoqing said.
She could almost guess that these were the portraits of her painted by Mu Zichuan.
"Come, let's look at it together." He said, taking the drawing paper in her hand and pulling her back to sit at the table.
He sat, holding her and letting her sit on his lap, and the drawing paper slowly spread out on the table...
His slender fingers turned over the drawing paper in front of him one by one. "I have to say that Zichuan's painting skills are really great. Look, this painting of my daughter-in-law is so lifelike, as if she is standing in front of her."
"However, a painting will always be a painting, fixed in one place, far less lively and charming than a real person."
Luo Fengtang commented while watching.
Yang Ruoqing was even more confused.
She remembered seeing this drawing paper accidentally when she was looking for a change of clothes for Mu Zichuan, and then quickly stuffed it back into place.
How did it end up in Tang Yazi’s hands?
Did he already see it when he came behind her?
Thinking of this, she felt guilty again, feeling ashamed of her smart little move.
If I had known earlier, I might as well have told him openly, hiding things like this, and my original openness made people think that something was wrong!
Niang Xipi, I am such an idiot, I have discredited myself, what should I do now? How to explain?
“Stop looking, I don’t want to look!”
She suddenly raised her hand, turned over the thick stack of drawing papers in front of her, and placed it upside down on the table.
"Tangyazi, tell me honestly, have you seen these drawing papers before?" Yang Ruoqing turned to ask him.
"Why did you bring the drawing paper back? What are you thinking? You don't say anything like this, which makes me feel anxious." She added.
Luo Fengtang raised his hand and put his arm around her waist and said, "Actually, I had already seen these drawing papers when you were looking for clothes for Zichuan."
Sure enough!
Yang Ruoqing's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him a little nervously.
"Of course I know the situation between you and Zichuan. You are my wife. This matter was all about Zichuan's unrequited love from the beginning."
"I have believed in you from the beginning to the end, otherwise, I would not have let you take care of Zichuan with confidence," he said.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes were a little red, "Thank you for your trust, I thought too much."
She whispered, "However, although the drawings on these drawings are of me, I have never been a model for him..."
"Model?" Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, "What is that?"
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and found that another one had appeared. Modern words.
So he quickly translated it in the language of this era, and Luo Fengtang understood it instantly.
He smiled and said: "Of course I know that my wife did not serve as a model for Zichuan. These portraits were drawn by Zichuan alone based on the memories in his mind and have nothing to do with you!"< br>
Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly.
"I'm really annoyed. I have been overtly and covertly trying to persuade him with kind words and soft words not to live in the past and not to struggle with the past," she continued, hugging Luo Fengtang's neck.
“He also expressed his stance, saying that he would re-plan the future and live a good life, and he also tried to accept Liu Doukou...”
"Why are there still these paintings here? Didn't he put them down? Why is this happening? If he hadn't been like this, I would have been willing to go over and take care of him. But the more he acted like this, the less I wanted to go and I just wanted to hide away from him. Hold him!" she said.
However, both children like to go to Muzichuan, which is something she, a mother, is really helpless about!
Hearing her complaints, Luo Fengtang smiled again.
"Zichuan should have come out by now." He said.
“Seriously?” Yang Ruoqing asked.
Luo Fengtang pointed to the drawing paper: "You can tell by looking at the signature dates under these portraits."
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing turned the drawing paper over again and checked the signatures underneath one by one.
There are poems written by Mu Zichuan, with names and times.
When she finished reading it, her eyes lit up and she suddenly understood something.
(End of this chapter)