Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 682 - 681: You Seem to Have Infringed on My Right of Portrait_1

Chapter 682: Chapter 681: You Seem to Have Infringed on My Right of Portrait_1

Mu Ziqing had just finished showering and blow-drying her hair when the familiar ringtone of her phone started to sound.

She slowly walked to the bedside and looked at the screen that was lighting up on the nightstand, her beautiful eyebrows inadvertently furrowing slightly.

Lately, he seemed really busy, and it had already been a week since their last conversation... hadn’t it?

Whether it was because she was in the Gumiao Tribe or because she wasn’t answering calls, in any case, after returning to C City, she hadn’t received a single message about him.

She still remembered that at first, when he began pursuing her, the phone calls and texts were nearly incessant. She would get annoyed by the constant calls and get angry at the deluge of texts. But now, getting a call or a message from him seemed to have become a luxury...

What did that imply?

And what did it portend?

The words Mu Zixuan said a few days ago sprung to mind. Yes, she and he had really dragged things on for too long...

It had dragged on so long that she had become completely exhausted--

At some point, the ringing had stopped. She took a deep breath and slowly sat on the bed, hugging the blanket with both hands as her thoughts started to drift.

She still remembered their first unforgettable encounter.

She had not been at England’s A University for long, and her first weekend on campus had truly been boring. So, she decided to take her painting supplies to the university park.

The weather was gradually turning autumnal, and the flowers and plants in the park had already taken on a hint of fall’s colors.

Painting was her greatest hobby, and in no time at all, she’d completed a backdrop suffused with the breath of early autumn.

She gazed steadily at the pattern on the paper, always feeling like something was missing...

After thinking hard for a long time, she still couldn’t figure out what it was.

She was getting frustrated. What should she add?

At that moment, a group of neatly dressed people suddenly came walking down the cobblestone path towards her, piquing her curiosity, and she couldn’t help but look up.

But just as she looked up, the man in the lead, who was in a suit and with an elegantly tall stature, stopped talking to the person beside him, and looked in her direction...

When she met those deep amber eyes, her heart gave a sudden leap!

Although she was used to seeing handsome men, she nervously looked down quickly, not daring to look again until the group had disappeared from sight. Only then did she slowly lift her gaze, her heart inexplicably speeding up...

After calming her slightly nervous emotions, she then shifted her gaze back to the canvas and after looking at it for a while, decisively pulled out the paper to start anew.

With every line and brushstroke, she was focused and intent.

As she conscientiously drew the last stroke, she suddenly let out a long breath.

Then, with a smile at the corner of her mouth, she looked at the drawing that now included an additional figure.

Although she didn’t know who that man was, his appearance had brought her a spark of inspiration and solved the problem of what had been missing in her painting.

She gently pulled out that sheet of paper and carefully held it up to her eyes, her gaze involuntarily falling upon the tall and grand silhouette in the drawing.

As she watched, thoughts of the way he had looked at her returned.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the paper in her twiddling fingers suddenly mischievously slipped from her grasp...

She snapped back to reality immediately, but when she looked up to find her drawing, her body instantly froze in place!

Not too far in front of her, the group that had left and returned was standing there firmly, and her drawing was now quietly lying at the feet of the man from the canvas.

Feeling on the verge of tears, why was she so unlucky?

Sketching someone secretly, only to be caught red-handed by the true subject, what now?

What if he accused her of infringing his right to his likeness?

As she considered how to respond, the man suddenly bent down, stretched out his long fingers, and picked up the drawing from in front of his feet.

Mu Ziqing wished she could just run for it, but right there among the group, she saw the university president, whom she had only met once during the opening ceremony...

She mentally sighed: It’s over, even the president is following this man around; he must be someone important...

While she was hesitating and unsure of what to do, the person suddenly started walking towards her with the painting in hand, his stride elegant.

Her heart skipped a beat--

As she watched him getting closer, her mind involuntarily tensed, this man’s aura was like that of her brother and father!

Finally, the man stood holding the painting about two steps away--

She offered an awkward, dry smile, unsure how to explain that she had included him in her own painting.

But the man just calmly looked at her and then, with a slight curve to his lips, said, "The painting isn’t bad..."

His voice was very magnetic and had a bewitching charm.

She became even more embarrassed and laughed dryly again.

"However... it seems you’ve infringed on my portrait rights..." he said, half joking, half serious.

Mu Ziqing’s heart leaped, fearing exactly this situation.

"Give it to me, and I won’t pursue the matter..." the man added.

Mu Ziqing’s lips twitched involuntarily--

What did he say?

Give it to him? Then he won’t pursue it?

Her brows furrowed slightly as she sized up the person before her. What did he want with this painting?

Because of what he said, the tension in her heart started to dissipate, and she spoke bluntly, "If you feel that I’ve infringed on your portrait rights, just tearing up this painting will do..."

The man laughed lightly upon hearing this: "You’ve already painted me into it; tearing it isn’t just about the painting, it’s about me..."

Mu Ziqing was speechless. What did he mean?

Before she could say anything, he elegantly folded the painting gently and then, looking at Mu Ziqing, said, "Thank you for the painting..."

"....."

Just as Mu Ziqing was frowning and watching his tall and graceful figure leave, he suddenly turned around--

Her heart skipped again and she couldn’t help but curse in her mind, calling him a lunatic!

"I’m Huo En... Remember that..." After dropping this remark, the man turned once more, quickly being enveloped by the crowd and leaving.

Mu Ziqing stood there, dumbfounded, watching the group of people disappear, slightly confused.

Does that man have a problem with his brain?

Huo En?

Who is Huo En?

Why had she never heard of him before?

Looking down at the painting with only the background left by her side, she picked it up.

Now, for some reason, she felt that the painting without what’s-his-name Huo En was more pleasing to the eye.

Feeling a bit vexed, she thought if she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have painted that what’s-his-name Huo En. Even without him, the painting wasn’t bad.

Suddenly, her phone rang again!

Mu Ziqing instantly snapped back to reality from her thoughts!

Looking at the caller ID on the screen, a touch of sentimentality crossed her heart. Why had everything changed now?

He had changed, she herself had changed, and it seemed their feelings for each other had changed as well...

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