Hearing Bai Yaning mention the portrait, Wang Hao was immediately astonished.
A portrait for the goddess, could it be a nude? Would he get so excited that he starts to bleed from his nose?
Of course, at this point, whether the drawing was good or not was no longer important. What mattered was the opportunity to cultivate feelings between them through the drawing process...
"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Wang Hao quickly fetched his easel and then began to search for the perfect angle and position for drawing in the living room.
He adjusted the lighting and picked up his pencil.
Under the soft light, his beloved girl lay lazily within arm’s reach, especially since the atmosphere in the room was so intimate, Wang Hao instinctively reacted, and his breathing became hurried...
"Stop, stop!" Wang Hao desperately told himself, "Can’t have any extraneous thoughts, must steady my mind..."
After all, he was a man with self-control. He took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his mind and the sudden pounding of his pulse, then leaned back slightly, adjusting the angle of his view. With a professional painter’s eye, he briefly looked over Bai Yaning and said, "Place your hand...yes, right there is good, lift that arm, hand on your cheek, yes, good, tilt your head down, right, a bit lower... Look at me with your eyes, don’t look elsewhere, gaze steadily, try not to move..."
Wang Hao gave detailed instructions, and Bai Yaning cooperated with remarkable precision.
Adjusting his breathing, he lifted the easel, squinted his eyes, and raised his paintbrush...
With deep affection, Bai Yaning gazed at Wang Hao, a gentle smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Frankly, Wang Hao wasn’t exactly a professional painter, yet he had indeed engaged in some painting back at the University. He wouldn’t dare say how good he was at oil paintings, but sketching was no problem at all.
Relying on experience, he started with the smaller details. With just a few strokes, Wang Hao had outlined the contours of Bai Yaning’s head and the position of her brows and eyes. The clear lines and decisive strokes showed that Wang Hao had quite some experience with figure sketching.
Especially the confidence shining through his half-squinted eyes was utterly captivating.
"I’ve just realized you’re actually quite handsome," Bai Yaning said, lying still and smiling with pursed lips.
Even though she didn’t know what Wang Hao’s drawing would turn out to be, seeing him now with the poise that could rival a professional painter, she couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Wang Hao merely returned a smile, his gaze unwavering, his body completely still. He needed to maintain a steady line of sight to ensure the accuracy of the portrait contours...
While the two of them were drawing in the room, at this exact moment, over the Victoria Cruise just as it had left the mouth of the Yangtze River, the sound of helicopter rotors suddenly filled the air!
"Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble—"
The members of the sea and sky banquet happening on top of the cruise ship looked up, and in just one glance, they were utterly dumbfounded!
Those were two large white AC313 helicopters, with a maximum cruising speed of 255 kilometers per hour; a maximum takeoff weight: 13.8 tons; a maximum flight altitude of 6000 meters; a cargo capacity: up to 4 tons inside the cabin for cargo transport, or external loads of 5 tons. For transporting passengers, it could carry up to 27 people or transport 15 stretchers and one medical personnel seat plus a workstation.
"Look! What’s happening?!"
"Who is coming with such a grand display!?"
"My god, to have such strength, could it be..."
"Find somewhere to hide, the downdraft is too strong! This isn’t a joke!"
The people on the deck shouted and scattered, and soon, two helicopters touched down.
Only then could they see that on the side of the helicopter’s cabin was a large "Fang" character written in black paint.
"The Fangs? Could it be the Fang family?" Everyone was utterly stunned!
Being able to put the character for Fang on a helicopter, there could be no one other than the Fang family in that league...
Quickly, the doors of the helicopters opened, and a line of bodyguards dressed in black stepped out. A full twenty bodyguards, and after they had all emerged, Fang Wenbin was supporting an extremely elderly man who came out from the cabin.
The old man looked very old, at least over a hundred years old, but his pace and spirited condition made it hard to associate him with someone nearing the end of their life.
The Fang family, an old man over a hundred years old; just these two pieces of information were enough to make people think of that legendary figure.
"Could this person be..." Whispered the onlookers from afar, arriving at a conclusion they could hardly believe, "The Great Elder from the Fang family?!"
As they came to this realization, the bodyguards shouted loudly, "Fang Huai De, the Great Elder of the Fang family, has arrived!"
Indeed it was the Great Elder of the Fang family!
Thinking that the person before them was the most senior and influential member of the Fang family, everyone around fell silent as if chilled by a sudden frost.
After all, although they might be considered heavyweights in the entertainment industry, they were nothing compared to the founder of the Fang family!
Remember, the Fang family was one of the four major clans, with total assets exceeding a trillion, a super giant household!
Fang Huai De stepped down from the helicopter, leaning on a cane, sweeping his gaze around, and then asked in a deep voice, "Wang Hao, he’s here, right?"
While there had been an earth-shattering commotion on the upper deck, Wang Hao was completely unaware of any issue.
At that moment, he was concentrating on painting Bai Yaning’s portrait.
Now that the outline was set, Wang Hao’s movements became quicker, his strokes more fluent. A few minutes later, Bai Yaning’s face, eyebrows, hair, and the hand by her cheek appeared on the canvas, and Wang Hao did not forget to include the "Heart of the Ocean" hanging at her chest.
He then added a few strokes below the chest as shadows from the light and smudged the black lines with his fingers, the gentle motion of those fingers as if gliding over real skin, stirring a trace of impulse in Wang Hao’s heart...
"So serious, my great artist, your face is red!" Bai Yaning, while not knowing what exactly Wang Hao had painted, teasingly sensed his emotional shift and joked, "Do you blush, too?"
"What do you think?" Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be serious, "Painting in such an atmosphere, with you smiling like a Fox Spirit, any normal man would blush... relax your face a bit."
"Okay," Bai Yaning found Wang Hao’s engrossed demeanor cute and chuckled, but Wang Hao immediately corrected her, "Don’t laugh..."
Bai Yaning had to rein in her smile.
It must be said, Wang Hao painted quickly. Roughly three hours later, he casually signed his name on the painting, then blew away the eraser shavings, and turned the canvas for Bai Yaning to see.
"Thank you!" Bai Yaning admired her portrait, then she slowly stood up, and wrapped her arms around Wang Hao, delivering a deep kiss with a smack.
Ah, such initiative, even I’m feeling shy!
Wang Hao’s face turned red again, just as he was about to respond enthusiastically, but at that moment, frantic knocking erupted, and Yang Haiyang’s voice boomed from outside the door, "Director Wang! Something’s happened! A big incident! Come and see!"