Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The study of Shen Qinghe was filled with the faint scent of ink.

Several paintings of serene landscapes and elegant flowers and birds hang on the wall, revealing the grace and charm of women from Jiangnan.

At this moment, this talented and intelligent woman was pressed down into a chair in front of the painting table by Lin Mo, her pretty face full of reluctance.

"Husband... painting requires a calm mind. You can't rush it like this..."

Shen Qinghe protested in a low voice.

She twisted her body, trying to struggle a little more.

Just thinking about last night, the feeling of that cold paintbrush tracing across her back, that numb and itchy sensation that she couldn't escape... made her feel weak all over.

If I really teach this scoundrel, he'll definitely find new ways to torment me!

But when Shen Qinghe looked up, she met Lin Mo's bright, expectant eyes.

That look in his eyes was like that of a child waiting for candy.

Shen Qinghe's heart softened involuntarily.

Nothing more...

I'll teach you then.

It's just drawing on my body... It feels weird, but he's my husband after all...

Well... let's do as he says...

Shen Qinghe sighed softly, resigning herself to her fate.

"Then... my husband must study hard."

"Absolutely!"

Seeing that she had relented, Lin Mo immediately rolled up his sleeves with great interest.

"Come, come, my wife, today I'll show you how the legendary most talented woman in Jiangnan turns lead into gold!"

Seeing his impatient look, as if he couldn't wait to achieve instant success, Shen Qinghe couldn't help but chuckle, and the little bit of unease in her heart dissipated.

Well then, I'll just consider it... playing around with my husband.

Having made up her mind, Shen Qinghe's demeanor subtly changed.

She was no longer the little woman who would cling to Lin Mo in his arms, but a dignified and elegant lady who exuded a scholarly air.

Shen Qinghe picked up a wolf-hair brush, first moistened it in clear water, and the tip of the brush spread out like an ink-colored lotus flower.

"My lord, painting is not something that can be mastered overnight; it requires a gradual approach."

"First, you need to learn how to hold a pen."

She stood up, walked to Lin Mo's side, and handed him the pen.

Then, she stretched out her slender fingers, grasped Lin Mo's large hand that was ready to "slay all," and adjusted his posture little by little.

The woman's fragrance mingled with the scent of ink, subtly permeating Lin Mo's nostrils.

Her fingers were slightly cool and had a delicate feel; holding his hand felt like holding a piece of warm jade.

To give him a better view, Shen Qinghe leaned forward slightly, her hair falling down and gently brushing against Lin Mo's cheek, tickling him.

"Look, when you hold the pen with your five fingers, you need to be steady, the power comes from your wrist, and your fingertips should be relaxed..."

Shen Qinghe's voice was gentle and her focused expression added a captivating charm to her beautiful face.

She held Lin Mo's hand and personally demonstrated on the rice paper.

With a slight turn of the wrist, the brush tip falls onto the snow-white Xuan paper, sometimes lifting, sometimes pressing, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.

Lin Mo appeared to be listening intently, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, but his eyes were restless, darting back and forth in front of her slightly open collar.

Those ravines... were just... too conspicuous.

Unable to move...

Cough!

Serious business!

Business comes first!

He quickly reminded himself, silently repeating it in his mind.

[Glassy Eyes], activate!

A brilliant rainbow flashed across the depths of his pupils.

In an instant, the whole world changed.

In Lin Mo's view, Shen Qinghe's every movement was suddenly broken down into countless slow-motion frames.

The angle of wrist rotation, the pressure applied by the fingers...

Even her breathing rhythm was clearly recorded, analyzed, and stored, then deeply imprinted into Lin Mo's mind.

Time passed second by second.

The two gradually became focused.

at last.

After demonstrating a simple "Bamboo and Rock" painting, Shen Qinghe let out a long sigh and put down her brush.

"My husband, do you understand now?"

Lin Mo nodded emphatically, a confident smile on his face.

"Understood!"

"My wife has taught me so well! I feel like I've finally grasped the essence, like a sudden enlightenment!"

"Pfft..."

"That's called a sudden enlightenment!"

Shen Qinghe couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hmm, that makes sense now! That makes sense now!"

Lin Mo agreed verbally and began to imitate Shen Qinghe, picking up the brush and dipping it in the inkstone.

Shen Qinghe felt a little proud as she watched his standard pen-holding movements.

My husband is so smart, he understands it after just one look...

However, drawing isn't something you can just do by looking at pictures; it takes at least eight to ten years of hard work to truly master it...

Shen Qinghe silently drew a conclusion in her heart.

But before she could finish her thought, she saw Lin Mo start writing.

[The Hand of God], activate!

Lin Mo silently recited in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, a strange sensation came over him, and his wrist became incredibly flexible.

At the same time, the massive amount of data that had just been stored in his mind was instantly and precisely transmitted to his fingertips through his nerves.

"call……"

Lin Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become calm and composed.

Shen Qinghe was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor.

Lin Mo was completely focused; with a flick of his wrist, his brush moved like a dragon and a snake.

He didn't draw the bamboo he had just been taught, nor did he draw any rocks.

Instead, it was a... black lotus!

Dipping the brush in thick ink, with a flick of the wrist, a plump lotus leaf, seemingly still bearing the morning dew, leaps onto the paper!

With a turn of the brush and a light stroke of ink, a lotus bud, about to bloom, quietly stands tall beneath the leaves!

The outline of the petals, the shy posture, are exactly as she captures the essence of her paintings!

In just a short while, a painting of lotus flowers with profound artistic conception and vivid ink was completed!

Shen Qinghe's eyes widened little by little.

Her rosy little mouth slowly opened, forgetting to close it.

"Done!"

Lin Mo casually tossed down his brush, looking at his masterpiece with immense satisfaction.

Perfect quality!

This is absolutely perfect quality!

The "Heavenly Sound" talent is a sure thing!

He couldn't wait to activate the Glass Eyes again to check his "Ink Lotus Painting" which he had completed in one stroke.

It must be of perfect quality!

A ray of light flashed in his eyes, and soon, the evaluation popped up.

[Artwork Assessment: Excellent technique, masterful level!]

Become!

Lin Mo's lips curled up in a wild smile.

However, the next line of text immediately chilled him to the bone.

[Warning: While the technique is masterful, the painting lacks spirit; the brushstrokes are devoid of emotion, making it merely an empty shell without a soul. It falls far short of "perfect quality."]

[Final conclusion: A drawing assignment devoid of emotion.]

The smile on Lin Mo's face disappeared inch by inch, until it finally froze completely.

Drawing...assignment?

A million questions raced through his mind.

What the hell?!

He has perfectly replicated every movement, every technique, and every detail of Shen Qinghe's movements, 300%!

Is this still not enough?

Shen Yun? Emotion?

What is that thing?

I'm a 21st-century gamer who's a total shut-in. You're talking to him about art, about Shen Yun?

That's ridiculous!

Lin Mo almost choked on his breath and suffered internal injuries.

He stared at the painting that had been described as "homework," his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.

However, Shen Qinghe, who was beside him, presented a completely different picture.

She was completely petrified. Her beautiful eyes were filled with nothing but shock, which eventually turned into utter worship.

[Is this... really my husband's first time drawing?!]

[The brushwork... the ink... the composition...]

I spent three whole months in my study practicing drawing a single lotus leaf!

He actually... could draw this well after watching me draw it once?

Oh my god... my husband is an absolute monster!

Shen Qinghe's gaze towards Lin Mo had completely changed.

If before it was a young woman's infatuation and love for the man she loved.

Now, this intense emotion has been enhanced by an almost religious devotion!

But when she looked up, she saw Lin Mo looking at her "masterpiece" with a displeased expression, and she was immediately stunned.

He's still not satisfied with a drawing like this?

"My husband..."

Shen Qinghe spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of admiration.

"For your first attempt at drawing, to reach this level is... incredibly impressive!"

In her opinion, this painting was simply a work of genius!

In terms of technique alone, it's even better than her own painting!

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo became even more annoyed and muttered something in an annoyed tone.

"What's the use of being powerful? The system doesn't recognize it!"

"system?"

Shen Qinghe blinked in confusion.

What is that?