This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Su Wan leaned over to take a look and thought it was alright:

"I think it looks great, Xiaorui, don't be too hard on yourself."

Tang Xiaorui shook her head, her tone serious:

"This wall is the face of the entire store; it's the first thing customers see when they walk in. If the image isn't captivating, it won't make people stop..."

Lin Feng stood aside, remained silent for a moment, then walked over and took the paintbrush from Tang Xiaorui's hand.

"I'll give it a try."

Tang Xiaorui was taken aback: "You?"

She had seen Lin Feng paint before; his skill level wasn't bad, but it was still far from "professional."

Lin Feng didn't explain. He simply walked to the wall, picked up his paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and began to paint.

When the first stroke was made, Tang Xiaorui didn't react much.

With the second and third strokes, her eyes began to widen slightly.

By the fifth stroke, her breathing had unconsciously slowed down.

Lin Feng's brushstrokes were so skillful they were almost uncanny.

The outline of Su Wan that he drew was almost structurally identical to the draft that Tang Xiaorui had drawn earlier.

The proportions, positions, and composition all follow Xiaorui's original design.

But strangely, those lines that originally appeared "flat" seemed to be infused with a kind of living breath after he wrote them.

Su Wan's eyes warmed, her lips curved into a smile, and even the faint blush on her cheeks seemed to truly bring out the color of life.

When the last stroke was made, Tang Xiaorui's expression completely changed.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time.

That is not a painting.

That was a living, breathing Su Wan from the two-dimensional world, who seemed ready to step off the wall at any moment.

The vines cascaded down, forming her fluffy, soft hair, with a few leaves playfully sticking up like bangs tousled by the wind.

Her eyes were curved, with a naive yet mischievous light, as if she were greeting everyone who passed by.

With a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, she exuded a lively and vibrant aura.

The whole wall came to life.

Su Wan stood there, stunned, and remained silent for a long while.

She looked at her reflection on the wall, at the liveliness and playfulness in her curved eyes, and at the way the vines twined around her hair.

She opened her mouth, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her nose.

The next second, she suddenly turned around, hugged Lin Feng tightly, buried her face in his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice:

"Thank you, honey... This is the best painting I've ever received in my life."

Lin Feng was knocked back half a step by her, paused for a moment, and then gently patted her back.

Tang Xiaorui stared blankly for a long time. After a while, she suddenly turned her head and stared at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief:

"Husband...you..."

She was even somewhat incoherent, her voice filled with an awe-inspiring admiration:

"When did you start drawing so well?"

"...This painting has a soul!"

"It's that kind of feeling... when you stand in front of it, you feel like it's watching you, it has its own feelings, it even... it even seems like it's about to talk to you!"

Seeing her face flushed with anxiety, Lin Feng smiled slightly, reached out his other hand to pull Tang Xiaorui into his arms, gently touched her forehead, and said with a smile:

"Silly girl, have you forgotten Xiao Yu Ning's talent?"

Tang Xiaorui was stunned for a moment, then slapped her forehead:

"I must have gone crazy from sitting in postpartum confinement... Oh right, isn't Ningning's talent 'The Realm of Painting'?"

Lin Feng nodded:

"That's right, my drawing skills are shared with Ningning."

Tang Xiaorui immediately pouted, looking aggrieved as she muttered:

"My daughter is so biased... She doesn't share her professional illustrator mom's work, but she shares it with you."

Su Wan couldn't help but chuckle and patted Tang Xiaorui's shoulder:

"Sharing it with your husband is so he can better challenge the Ghost Stories dungeon, you don't need to argue about that."

Tang Xiaorui was speechless for a moment, turned her head away, but secretly curled up the corners of her mouth.

At this moment, Aying, Aque, Xiaoren, Xiaolin and Lao Zhou, who came out to check after hearing the commotion, saw Lin Feng with Su Wan and Tang Xiaorui on either side of him as soon as they reached the door.

The group of people froze on the spot, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

After a long pause, A-Que managed to squeeze out, "W-w-w... Sister Wan is way too open-minded!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black SUV slowly pulled up on the side of the road in front of the coffee shop.

The car door opened, and Xia Ning, Leng Meng, Vivian, and Tang Xiaofu stepped out of the car one by one.

The four of them looked up and saw the scene before them, and a faint sense of jealousy crept into their hearts in an instant.

Xia Ning crossed her arms and spoke with a half-smile:

"We were thinking of coming over to see if there was anything we could help with."

"I didn't expect someone to be so busy with two women on either side. It seems our trip was unnecessary."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's survival instinct kicked in instantly, and he immediately opened his arms, smiling even more broadly:

"You've come at the perfect time! Come over and give us a hug—this place is going to be a popular spot for social media check-ins, let's all take a picture here as a family!"

Then he turned to Xiao Ren and called out, "Xiao Ren, take a picture for us!"

Xiao Ren was still in shock at the sight of his boss with women on both sides when he was woken up by the shout. He paused for a moment before hurriedly taking out his phone and running to the front to find the right angle.

Tang Xiaofu first reached out and tugged at Vivian's arm:

"Sisters, so many people are watching, let's give our husbands some face."

Vivian was pulled forward a couple of steps by her, but she did not resist.

Xia Ning turned to look at Leng Meng, who still had a stern face, and reached out to take her arm:

"Mengmeng, let's go back and give your husband a good talking-to."

Leng Meng snorted coldly and was half-pulled, half-draggled by Xia Ning.

Soon, four figures surrounded Lin Feng, encircling him in the middle.

Her soft body pressed against his, and a variety of sweet fragrances lingered around her.

Xiao Ren, holding his phone, was completely stunned and forgot to press the shutter button. He didn't even notice when a small insect flew into his wide-open mouth.

A-Que, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore, so she stepped forward and gently kicked Xiao Ren's shin:

"Take a picture! What are you standing there for?!"

Startled by the kick, Xiao Ren frantically raised his phone and snapped several photos, capturing the image of the family of seven huddled together forever.

After the photos were taken, the six women finally let go of Lin Feng.

Su Wan smoothed her disheveled hair, coughed lightly, and calmly explained to the stunned employees:

"The six of us are all Lin Feng's wives."

The air froze instantly.

The five men stared at Lin Feng and the six women in unison, their expressions as if they had been struck by lightning at the same time.

There was a full three seconds of silence.

Kobayashi was the first to speak, but her voice was distorted:

"Good heavens... six S-rank wives?!"

"Did Boss Lin save the galaxy in his past life?!"

As Ah Que recovered from her petrification, her gaze swept back and forth between Lin Feng and the six women several times, and she subconsciously murmured:

"But Boss Lin is indeed outstanding... To be honest, if he doesn't mind, I could actually do it too..."