He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Lin Ssu-nien stood before the painting, motionless, gazing at it quietly for a very long time, as if he were completely immersed in the artistic conception of the painting.

His gaze moved repeatedly across the painting, from the outline of the mountain peaks to the texture of the rocks, from the branches of the pine trees to the details of the pine needles, from the rendering of the sea of ​​clouds to the embellishment of the moss. He looked at every detail with exceptional care, as if he wanted to engrave the painting into his mind.

The studio was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window and each other's breathing.

Sisi quieted down, no longer chattering. She just tugged at Lin Sinian's clothes, tilted her little face up to look at him, then at her father's painting, her little face full of pride and anticipation, waiting for her great-grandfather to praise her father.

After a long while, Lin Sinian slowly came to his senses.

He looked at the painting, then at Chen Hao, his eyes filled with a complex mix of surprise, shock, relief, and a hint of barely perceptible guilt—he had previously doubted this young man so much, and underestimated his abilities so much.

He looked at the painting again, then at Chen Hao, and looked at it repeatedly, as if he still couldn't believe that this painting was actually created spontaneously by this young man in his early twenties in less than twenty minutes.

"Great-Grandpa, have you finished reading?" Sisi couldn't wait any longer and gently tugged at Lin Sinian's sleeve, her voice soft and sweet, filled with anticipation.

"Is Daddy's drawing good? Isn't it amazing?"

Lin Ssu-nien did not answer immediately. He slowly walked to the painting table, bent down and leaned closer to carefully examine the details of the painting.

He reached out and gently stroked the surface of the Xuan paper, feeling the traces of ink and brush. His fingertips traced the vigorous lines and delicate brushstrokes, his eyes filled with admiration.

The brushstrokes of pine needles are sharp yet delicate; the texture strokes of rocks are vigorous yet weighty; the rendering of the sea of ​​clouds is light and ethereal; and the embellishments of moss dots are lively and natural.

Every detail is handled perfectly, without the slightest flaw or perfunctory effort; this is truly a rare masterpiece.

He finally straightened up, let out a long breath, as if a huge burden had been lifted from his heart. The solemnity and doubt on his face disappeared without a trace, leaving only deep admiration and respect.

He looked at Chen Hao, his voice a little hoarse, but filled with utmost sincerity: "Good." One word, simple and clear, yet containing all his praise and approval, "Well drawn."

His eyes had completely changed.

It's no longer the scrutiny, the doubt, the inquiry, but rather a kind of...

It's a kind of respect for truly capable people, an admiration for geniuses, and a touch of appreciation and praise from an elder for a younger generation.

That look in his eyes was like seeing a hidden gem that had finally blossomed into a dazzling light, bringing both surprise and relief.

"You are 'Haolin'."

He said that this time, it was not a question or a test, but a confident statement, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable certainty.

He finally understood why the brushwork of "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys" was so similar to that of Chen Hao.

He finally understood why this young man could produce such a high-quality work; he finally understood that what he had spent 160 million to buy was actually his granddaughter's son-in-law's painting.

Chen Hao looked at him, nodded slightly, his tone still calm, with a faint smile:

"Yes."

There was no extra explanation, no deliberate boasting, just a calm admission, as if the name "Haolin" was just an ordinary code name without any special meaning.

Lin Sinian remained silent for a few seconds, his face expressionless, as if he were thinking about something.

A moment later, he suddenly smiled, a complex smile containing a hint of relief—

Finally, the doubts in my heart were resolved, and I finally learned the true identity of "Haolin"; I am filled with emotion—

Unexpectedly, the painter I had always admired turned out to be my granddaughter's husband; perhaps this is fate.

There was also an indescribable emotion, a mixture of guilt and relief, that made his smile seem exceptionally genuine and touching.

"I spent 160 million," he said, his tone tinged with a mixture of self-deprecation and satisfaction.

"I bought my grandson-in-law's painting."

He had lived to such an old age, amassed countless collections of calligraphy and paintings, and spent an immeasurable amount of money, yet he had never imagined that he would spend 160 million yuan to buy a painting by his granddaughter's husband.

Moreover, they still didn't know the other party's true identity. Thinking about it, it's actually a bit ridiculous, yet also somewhat lucky.

Fortunately, she did not miss out on such a talented painter. Even more fortunately, this painter is her grandson-in-law, someone who can take good care of Caiwei and Sisi.

Chen Hao was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Lin Sinian to say such a thing. He paused for a few seconds, then smiled. His smile was gentle and sincere, with a hint of relief and warmth.

The previous awkwardness and tension vanished at this moment, leaving only a sense of harmony and peace between elders and juniors.

Sisi looked at her great-grandfather, then at her father, her little face full of confusion, not understanding what the adults were laughing at.

She tilted her head, blinked her big, round eyes, and muttered softly:

"Why are Great-Grandpa and Dad both smiling?"

Although she didn't understand, she could sense that her great-grandfather's attitude had changed. He was no longer as serious as before, no longer as suspicious of her father, but instead showed some gentleness and love.

She felt that her great-grandfather seemed to finally like her father and finally believe that her father was very capable.

She ran over, took Lin Sinian's hand, tilted her head up, her big eyes sparkling with anticipation, and asked softly:

"Great-Grandpa, do you believe me now? Sisi's dad is really amazing! He's amazing at painting, amazing at healing, amazing at cooking, amazing at everything!"

Lin Sinian bent down and carefully picked her up, his movements gentle, as if afraid of hurting her.

He kissed her little cheek, his smile softening, his tone full of love and approval:

"I believe it, Great-Grandpa believes it." He looked at Sisi, then at Chen Hao, his eyes filled with relief.

"Sisi's father is really amazing."

The fragrance of ink still lingers in the air of the studio, fresh and elegant.

Sunlight streamed through the studio windows, falling on the rice paper, on Chen Hao's face, and on Lin Sinian and Sisi, warm and gentle.

At this moment, there was no doubt, no embarrassment, no stagnation, only harmony between elders and juniors, only the warmth of family affection, peaceful and beautiful.