Chapter 333 - 333: Fate’s Best Plan

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Sang Qianqian stood outside the studio, not in a hurry to enter.

Separated by a layer of transparent glass, she could see that the studio was not too big, and it was filled with all kinds of paintings.

There was no one in the studio at the moment. By the window, a man was sitting in front of an easel with a tray of paint, attentively drawing a portrait.

The early spring sun shone through the window and onto the portrait. Although the portrait only had a rough outline, Sang Qianqian could tell at a glance that the face in the portrait was very similar to Ruan Xiaoshuang’s, especially her eyes.

When Sang Qianqian was a student, she had also learned how to draw. She knew that without a model, it was quite difficult to draw an image based on memory.

It seemed that this painter was very good at painting and really liked Ruan Xiaoshuang. Otherwise, how could he draw so vividly with just a few strokes from his memory?

She pushed the door open and walked in. The man turned around and frowned when he saw Sang Qianqian, “You again? I told you, Shuangshuang can’t be your friend. What are you doing here?”

“Mr. Song, I’m here to collect the paintings I ordered.” Sang Qianqian smiled. “I called you this morning and ordered three ink wash paintings.”

Song Yu was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.

He had always wondered why someone would call to order three paintings in one go when his studio’s business had always been slow.

Even though Song Yu did not welcome Sang Qianqian, she was still a customer.

He put down his brush, stood up, and brought her to the back where the paintings were stored. “The ready-made ink paintings are all here. If you have any requests for the content, you can also ask, but that will have to wait. It will take at least a month to create the three paintings.”

“No need, I think these are pretty good.”

Sang Qianqian randomly picked a few paintings. “These three then. How do I pay for them?”

Song Yu was a little surprised, “Miss Sang, aren’t you going to ask how much these paintings cost?”

“I trust you, so there’s no need to ask.”

Sang Qianqian looked at the paintings with a look of admiration in her eyes. “Putting aside the artistic skill put into this, I can tell that these paintings are the result of the artist’s hard work and life experience. The price may not be able to fully express the true value of these paintings.”

There was no hint of flattery in her tone. Instead, it was extremely sincere. When her gaze lingered on the painting, it was admiration from the bottom of her heart.

Song Yu couldn’t help but look at her.

An artist always wanted to be recognized. Seeing others understand the meaning of his work and appreciate it from the bottom of their hearts, there was no doubt that he would be happy.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Song Yu was no exception.

When he spoke again, the cold and wary look in Song Yu’s eyes eased up a lot, “I only sell paintings here, I’m not responsible for the framing. However, Miss Sang, you’re buying three paintings at once. I’ll help you mount the frames and send them over by express delivery.”

Sang Qianqian thanked him with a smile.

Song Yu led her out, and on the table filled with paper and paint outside, there was a QR code for collection.

Sang Qianqian scanned the QR code to make the payment, and her eyes swept over the unfinished portrait by the window. “Mr. Song, is this a painting of Mrs. Song? Mr. Song’s drawing skills are really amazing. Your wife isn’t even here, but Mr. Song can still draw so well.”

“You flatter me, Miss Sang,” Song Yu said humbly.

“Mr. Song and Mrs. Song’s relationship must be very good, for you both to be able to remember and draw each other’s appearance so accurately and so easily. May I ask, how did Mr. Song and Mrs. Song meet?”

Sang Qianqian turned around to look at Song Yu with a serious expression, as if she was really only interested in their love story. “It must have been a very romantic encounter, right?”

“It wasn’t that romantic,”

Song Yu laughed, “Back then, I-”

“Ah Yu.”

A gentle voice called out. Yuan Shuang was standing at the door. She was holding a handmade cloth bag in one hand and a cane in the other.

Last night, Sang Qianqian had seen Yuan Shuang at night and was a little suspicious, afraid that she didn’t see her clearly.

However, now that she had met Yuan Shuang again, she was 100% sure that she was Ruan Xiaoshuang. There was no way she could be wrong.

Song Yu had already walked over and took the bag and the cane from Yuan Shuang. “Why did you come out? Didn’t I say that I would be home for dinner later? The road is full of cars. The next time you go out, you have to give me a call.”

“You didn’t come back for a long time. I was afraid you might be hungry, so I brought you lunch.”

Yuan Shuang said gently, “It’s just a street away, and I’ve walked this path many times. It’s fine.”

The two of them acted so naturally and intimately that Sang Qianqian felt a mix of emotions.

“I still have a guest here. Wait for me, I’ll be done soon.”

Song Yu helped Yuan Shuang sit down and turned to get a pen and paper. “Miss Sang, please give me your address. I’ll send the painting to you by express delivery after I’ve settled the framing.”

After writing down the address, Sang Qianqian returned the pen and paper to Song Yu, along with her name card. “I work at this hospital. Today, I specifically went to ask our hospital’s ophthalmologist regarding Mrs. Song’s blindness. They claimed that if she gets treatment, she might be able to see again.”

Song Yu’s eyes lit up. “Are you sure?”

Sang Qianqian nodded. “Nowadays, medical technology and methods are becoming more and more advanced. It’s normal for many incurable diseases to be cured.”

As she spoke, she looked at Yuan Shuang, who was sitting quietly at the side. “Mr. Song, when it’s convenient, you can bring Mrs. Song to the hospital for a full eye examination. I will contact the best expert for Mrs. Song.”

“There’s no need to trouble yourself,”

Yuan Shuang, who had been quiet all this while, suddenly said softly, “My eyes can’t be cured, but I still thank Miss Sang for her kind intentions.” “Shuangshuang, just go and try. Maybe there’s hope?” Song Yu couldn’t help but advise.

“I know my own situation,” Yuan Shuang said firmly.

“There’s no rush. Mr. Song and Mrs. Song can discuss this slowly.”

Sang Qianqian looked deeply at Yuan Shuang. “Mrs. Song is very much like a friend of mine who has passed away. Although you aren’t her, it can be considered fate that we met. I am very happy to help Mrs. Song with what little help I can.”

Yuan Shuang was startled.

It was as if she was wondering why Sang Qianqian’s attitude had changed so suddenly when she had clearly insisted she was her friend last night.

“Thank you very much, Miss Sang.”

Song Yu quickly took the name card and was a little excited, “I’ll give Miss Sang an answer whether we’ll go or not.”

“Then I’ll wait for your news.”

Sang Qianqian had gone to the art studio during her lunch break. She had to go back to work in the afternoon and could not stay for long, so she did not say anything more.

Before she came, she had planned to tell Song Yu and Yuan Shuang about Ruan Xiaoshuang’s background. Maybe Yuan Shuang would’ve been able to remember something from there.

However, when she saw the warm scene between the two, she changed her mind.

If Ruan Xiaoshuang had really forgotten the past, then that might be the best for her.

If she recalled her tragic past, her peaceful happiness might no longer exist.

Everything that was happening now was perhaps fate’s best plan.