Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 459 - 472: Profound Artwork

The silly little bear of a child, unaware, was pestering him, "Please, little uncle, little uncle..."

Su Jinnian, with a stern face, reprimanded him, "Look at how beautiful everyone else’s drawings are, and you? You only know how to ask for gifts!"

"Just because big brother Jue’s drawings are beautiful, gifts should be given to him," Han insisted stubbornly, continuing to pester Su Jinnian, "I’m asking for gifts for big brother Jue."

Su Jinnian was about to go crazy. He gruffly told Han, "You want gifts? Fine, only if you can draw a picture that satisfies me, then I’ll give Jue a gift!"

Originally, he was just saying it to dismiss the child, who unexpectedly looked at him with sparkling eyes and said, "Little uncle should keep his promise," while happily going to the flowers where he picked up a stick and squatted beside Jue, mimicking his actions as he drew a line.

Crooked, almost unbearable to look at directly.

Su Jinnian was about to mock him when he saw Han sighing in distress, mumbling to himself, "Somehow it always ends up crooked no matter how I draw."

As soon as he spoke, Jue, beside him, reached out his little hand to grab the stick from him, seemingly finding him bothersome, and used his slender body to nudge him aside. Han obediently made way, blinking his big watery eyes as he earnestly watched Jue draw. Jue added a few strokes to where Han’s line was crooked, seemingly without a second thought, seamlessly merging Han’s crooked line with his own orderly and mysteriously dreamlike large drawing.

A few adults standing nearby watched, and before long realized that if they didn’t distinguish closely, they couldn’t even tell that Han had added a stroke.

Han stood up, looked up happily at Su Jinnian, "Little uncle, little uncle, Han also drew!"

Su Jinnian’s expression grew colder, practically wanting to kill the little wretch, "Are you proud to have someone help you draw?"

"Jinnian!" Su Xingyu couldn’t bear to see him so harsh on the child; what’s wrong if Han can’t draw? It doesn’t matter, okay?

But Han didn’t show any unhappiness, even under Su Jinnian’s murderous gaze, still smiling innocently, "Big brother Jue is very nice and loves to help me. Every time I draw, big brother Jue helps me; he’s amazing." After saying this, he squatted down again, picked up the stick, and drew a few more crooked lines on the ground.

Sure enough, Jue didn’t even lift his eyelid, quickly using his technique to integrate those lines into his grand and overwhelming large drawing, as if naturally seamless.

Su Jinnian was too amazed by Jue’s artwork to bother lecturing Han.

He was stunned by Jue’s ability to create such an aesthetically abstract design single-handedly, which is quite rare, but even rarer was how he skillfully handled some scribble lines added by a mere fool, adapting them effortlessly, showcasing impressive talent beyond expression.

Unconsciously, he also bent down to pick up a small branch and carelessly drew a line on the ground.

He thought Jue would connect his line into his own large drawing, just like how he treated Han, but Jue didn’t even lift his head, directly bypassing the line, continuing to create his complex figure.

Su Jinnian paused, unwilling to give up, and drew two more lines in the direction Jue’s drawing was heading.

This time, Jue still didn’t look up; when drawing, he precisely avoided those two lines Su Jinnian drew, entirely ignoring him.

Anger surged within Su Jinnian. He wanted to retract what he’d said earlier. Humph, so what if he’s a genius? With such arrogance at a young age, there would probably be no real accomplishments in the future! As a financial genius on Wall Street, admired by many growing up, how could he be looked down upon, oh no, ignored by a mere three-year-old?

This was simply worse than being looked down upon!

He stood there, cold-faced and angry, while Lu Shifeng, witnessing all this, felt quite pleased: "Su Jinnian, what do you think Jue is? He’s very selective and only a child like Han can catch his eye, as for others? Making him notice them is harder than reaching heaven, why do you think he’d pay attention to you?"

Just a moment ago, Su Jinnian only gave gifts to Han and not Jue, Lu Shifeng, as Jue’s father, was of course displeased.

Seeing Su Jinnian getting the cold shoulder from Jue now, he naturally felt immensely pleased.

Su Jinnian cast him a cold glare.

Su Xingyu, observing the undercurrent between these two, said nothing—everyone’s being ridiculous! A trifling matter can spark a quarrel.

She stepped back a few steps, fetched her favorite snacks from the wooden table in the garden, munching silently while watching the drama unfold.

Over there, Su Jinnian was still discontented, how could he believe he was truly inferior to Han? Jue wouldn’t ignore Han but ignored him?!

He picked up the stick for the third time, this time not hastily scribbling but carefully observing the texture of Jue’s lines, the trajectory of the entire mystical figure, before seriously drawing a line. His gesture was light and elegant, his thin, pale wrist sweeping a graceful arc through the air before dropping like a fleeting glimpse of beauty, precisely connecting with Jue’s artwork.

This time, Jue didn’t ignore him.

The child’s almost uninterrupted drawing speed suddenly stopped, staring at the lines Su Jinnian had drawn for a while before looking up at him. The child’s gaze was indifferent, as if he saw the young man in white in front of him or perhaps he didn’t, glancing once before lowering his head to focus on drawing, adding more complex strokes to Su Jinnian’s lines.

Su Jinnian was slightly surprised.

He had already noticed this child’s extraordinary nature, the faint hint of a labyrinth of three-dimensional geometric lines underlying the garden’s soil and sand, so he had incorporated geometric aesthetics and deep mathematical knowledge in his strokes. He hadn’t expected the child to pick them up, coordinating perfectly, showcasing the beauty of mathematics brilliantly.

To confirm his hypothesis, Su Jinnian added more strokes.

Jue connected seamlessly again.

Su Jinnian drew more, Jue connected again...

The two remained silently drawing, their branch-waving speeds were fast, without any pause, as if competing with each other.

Su Xingyu, watching on the side, was almost too absorbed to even eat, this...

She turned her head, glancing at Lu Shifeng next to her, "What are they doing?"

Lu Shifeng’s expression was much more serious than before, gazing at the painting on the ground, telling her, "Jue’s drawings have never been just random drawings, they encompass stars, particles, and various other physics trajectories inside. Su Jinnian’s strokes are not random either, derived from complex mathematical models. It’s rare they’re able to connect with each other so well; few in this world could accomplish this."