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Chapter 132 - 132 132 Weibo (6)_1
Chapter 132 - 132 132 Weibo (6)_1
?Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Weibo (6)_1 Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Weibo (6)_1 The villa appears to have three floors, but in reality only two are used. The third floor consists solely of two large, empty rooms; one serves as storage, while the other is a grand piano room.
The second floor, however, has been divided into seven rooms: three guest rooms, a master bedroom, a study, and two vacant rooms.
Out of boredom, Jing Haohao had once ventured into the two empty rooms. Inside, beautifully decorated walls and hanging crystal chandeliers were paired with valuable murals. Yet, with no furniture in sight, the rooms felt stark and barren.
The room that was undergoing renovation this afternoon was one of these vacant rooms.
The door was half-open when Liang Chen arrived. With his hands in his pockets, he raised his chin towards the door and said, “Push the door open and have a look.”
Jing Haohao stepped forward and pushed the door open, immediately stopping in her tracks, dumbstruck.
The empty room that she had visited just a few days ago had, in one afternoon, transformed into a refined art studio.
Next to the slightly over a meter tall easel was a matching table filled with paintbrushes, watercolors, and various types of drawing paper.
Placed on the table in front of the easel were many sculptures, alongside a pair of wicker chairs with a small round wicker table between them. On top of it was a set of tea utensils.
Famous paintings, both traditional and oil, adorned the walls, while lush green plants hung from the balcony above, giving off a fresh and vibrant aura.
Liang Chen glanced at the stunned Jing Haohao and walked over, taking her by the hand to lead her into the room. “What do you think? Do you like it?” he asked.
Slightly bewildered, Jing Haohao looked up at Liang Chen.
Did he mean this art studio was prepared for her?
From a young age, Jing Haohao had a deep love for painting. Before the age of ten when her biological parents were still alive, she spent her free time in town painting.
But after her parents died in the flood, her days of painting also came to an end.
She adored painting, yet something Shen Liangnian was completely unaware of. So how could Liang Chen, who had only recently met her, possibly know?
Knowing her love for painting wasn’t hard, as she would always watch the central painting and calligraphy channel on TV when he came home each evening.
Aside from him, Jing Haohao was the only other person who touched the television in the bedroom, so it didn’t take much to deduce her interest in painting.
Perceiving the confusion in Jing Haohao’s heart, Liang Chen didn’t feel obliged to clear up her doubts. Instead, he picked up a pencil from the table, twirling it between his fingers as he casually said, “Nanny Lin told me your health has improved a lot recently and that you’re often bored at home. So, starting tomorrow, I’ll call a teacher to come over and teach you how to paint.”
He paused, glanced at Jing Haohao, and said, “Dinner should be ready. Let’s go downstairs and eat.”
With that, Liang Chen turned and headed out of the art studio.
Jing Haohao stood in the studio for a long while before she snapped out of her daze and followed him out.