Chapter 92: Bro, did you draw that picture?
“Is it good-looking?”
Face to face with Bai Yu Mo’s eager eyes, Bai Feng felt like his heart was about to race out of his chest.
“Very nice. It suits you perfectly.”
He subtly looked away, patting his chest in relief—close call! Nearly turned family love into family dread.
Bai Yu Mo smiled happily and reached out, grabbing Bai Feng’s arm: “Let’s go inside the house first.”
“Hmm…”
Bai Feng was dragged into the room. After a brief moment of confusion, he realized a pressing question: “Yu Mo, why are you here at Master Sister Yu Yao’s place?”
“Of course it’s because Master Sister Yu Yao asked me to help make clothes,” Bai Yu Mo said with a sweet smile. “I also helped make this outfit. Pretty good, right?”
When she found out that the picture in the drawing was a wedding dress, an irresistible idea popped into her head. So, instead of fussing over the Spring and Autumn matter, she teamed up with Master Sister Yu Yao and spent the whole night sewing the wedding dress.
“Yeah, it’s really beautiful.”
Bai Feng nodded in admiration, but privately muttered—does Master Sister Yu Yao know about their secret deal over the Spring and Autumn? Hmm… probably not. After all, he used only a single sheet of paper this time, not the Spring and Autumn book itself.
And…
He glanced at Bai Yu Mo, observing her heartfelt smile, which only reassured his guess further.
If Bai Yu Mo knew, she definitely wouldn’t be as calm as she was now.
“Oh, Junior Brother, you’re here!”
Yu Yao looked up at Bai Feng, then quickly lowered her head to fiddle with her fabric.
“You really did pull an all-nighter, huh!”
Bai Feng peeked at the cut-up fabric on the ground, feeling quite impressed. Sewing a wedding dress in one night? Master Sister Yu Yao really has some skills.
But… does her tone seem a bit fake? Did she stay up all night and is now sleep-deprived?
At this moment, Yu Yao looked down, unable to meet Bai Feng’s gaze. Even her hands shaking while holding the needle betrayed her nerves—Sorry, Junior Brother. Blabbing about the Spring and Autumn was totally not my fault. If you come to buy materials at my place again, I’ll give you a discount, an extra special one.
“Senior Sister Gu is here too?”
Bai Feng saw that on the other side of the room, Gu Yue Qing was busy cutting fabrics.
“Good morning, Bai Feng.” She turned around and simply greeted with a smile, then resumed her fabric cutting.
But after turning away, a flicker of fear flashed across her face.
She really didn’t mean to say that—so regretful she didn’t think twice before opening her mouth.
Is Bai Feng going to get mad and hurt me?
“Bro, you can sit down and rest. I’ll go get you some tea.”
Bai Yu Mo kept her smile, calmly pouring Bai Feng a cup.
But her eyes kept flickering towards him, subtle but deliberate.
Yesterday, while thinking about the talented painters of the Bai family, a childhood memory suddenly surfaced.
She remembered clearly: one winter year when she was a kid, Bai Feng suddenly had a whim. He pulled her outside into the yard, holding a piece of charcoal to draw on the ground.
Bai Feng’s drawings were unlike anyone else’s. People or small animals had huge eyes, even the tiny animals stood upright like humans, and most strikingly, his shading was incredibly realistic—something she’d never seen before.
Just like that wedding dress, or the illustrations in Master Sister Yu Yao’s Spring and Autumn book.
So she was quite convinced—the artist who drew that wedding dress was Bai Feng.
“Bro, I heard from Master Sister Yu Yao that the picture of the wedding dress was from you?”
As soon as Bai Yu Mo finished speaking, Bai Feng, Master Sister Yu Yao, and Gu Yue Qing all pricked up their ears. The two working on the clothes even stopped their work.
“Oh… well…”
Bai Feng’s heart twitched. He was a bit nervous, but then he thought: since Bai Yu Mo asked so casually, it probably means Master Sister Yu Yao managed to brush this off easily. Bai Yu Mo doesn’t know about the Spring and Autumn deal, so he relaxed and nodded confidently, responding, “Yep, I brought it. Looks good, right?”
At this moment, Yu Yao lowered her head, clasping her hands over her chest: Is the judgment finally coming? I’m so happy to have sewn such a nice dress. I hope in the next life, I can still find a copy of the Spring and Autumn book from Master, and keep making beautiful clothes.
But Bai Yu Mo wasn’t quite as she expected. Instead of questioning about the Spring and Autumn, she simply stepped beside Bai Feng.
She leaned slightly forward, almost whispering into Bai Feng’s ear: “Bro, I remember you drew some really nice pictures when we were kids. Was that one from you too? Tell me, I won’t tell anyone else.”
“You remember?” Bai Feng turned his head to look at Bai Yu Mo, who was almost nose to nose with him, then silently leaned back a little, nodding: “Yeah, just like you’re thinking.”
He didn’t deny it. First, because the Bai family didn’t have a proper painter, even denying now would just make it obvious when Bai Yu Mo went home and asked. Besides, he didn’t believe his old man’s strict lips—he doubted they’d keep words.
Second, because he was almost certain Yu Yao wouldn’t betray him. Bai Yu Mo didn’t know about the Spring and Autumn, and given her personality, she wouldn’t go reading that kind of book either. So even if he admitted it, it wouldn’t matter.
“Wow, I thought I felt that familiarity before!”
Bai Yu Mo smiled brightly—secretly, she had uncovered a little secret of Bai Feng.
When she got back home, she planned to look through the few Spring and Autumn books Yu Yao had given her. Might as well get to know Bai Feng’s preferences better.
Bai Feng always sensed a different meaning behind her smile, but in the next second, she stepped in front of him, reaching out to pinch the sides of her skirt, lifting it slightly—just like in the drawing. “Bro, how about this? Does it look pretty much like the picture?”
He instinctively looked down—yep, white silk, gorgeous!
Wait—
He cleared his throat and nodded approvingly after sizing her up: “Hmm, you look just like a fairy out of the illustration!”
“Hehe…” Bai Yu Mo chuckled a little sheepishly, then suddenly seemed to remember something and curiously asked Bai Feng, “By the way, Bro, I heard this dress is for a wedding. Do they have clothes for men too? What do men wear?”
“Yeah.” Bai Feng nodded, glancing at the two still sewing beside him. “But I don’t have that picture with me now. I’ll ask ‘someone’ when I get back.”
“Hmm.”
Bai Yu Mo eagerly nodded, her face faintly hopeful.
A little thought floated through her mind—could she get Bai Feng to try it on after she makes it? Then…
Ugh, that’s too embarrassing!
“Yu Mo, why are your cheeks red?”
“N-No, it’s nothing.”
Bai Yu Mo quickly shook her head, avoiding Bai Feng’s gaze at all costs.
Meanwhile, the nearby seamstress Yu Yao saw the flames of conflict not ignite and let out a small breath of relief.
She didn’t know why Bai Yu Mo hadn’t asked Bai Feng about the Spring and Autumn, but as long as it was over, that was good enough.
And as for the future—who knew? Future’s future!
Drink today’s wine today, forget tomorrow’s worries!
“Alright, alright!” Yu Yao finally raised her head, nearly biting her tongue in her effort to sound calm. “I remember today is the auction opening day. Let’s go out and browse. Maybe we’ll find something interesting!”
Bai Feng looked at Yu Yao, almost forgetting their original purpose.
As the Young Lady of Yu Ling Long, she couldn’t pass up the auction house, and he had no good excuse to stop her.
So the plan was simple: keep Yu Yao ‘by his side.’
He chuckled and casually said, “Sure, Sister Yu Yao, you have to treat us well. And not just as a common maid—no, you gotta personally entertain us. If you do a good job, I’ll give you a mysterious gift!”
Yu Yao instantly perked up: “Oh? Since Junior Brother’s so generous, Sister Yu Yao I guess I’ll get serious today!”
