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

"Okay, come on over." Chen Hao smiled and waved.

Sisi ran over, her legs a little numb from sitting for so long, so she limped as she ran.

She stood in front of the easel, and when she saw herself on the canvas, she was stunned.

She opened her little mouth, her eyes wide open, and stared for a long time before finally letting out a cry: "Wow—!"

The little girl on the canvas really looks exactly like her.

She wore pink loungewear, a little bear on her chest, and had two small ponytails. Her little face showed a curious and expectant expression.

The most amazing thing is its eyes; they are so lifelike, as if it will blink and speak at any moment.

"Dad, is this really Sisi?" The little guy couldn't believe it. He turned to look at Chen Hao, then turned back to look at the painting.

"Yes." Chen Hao patted her head. "Dad drew you."

"It looks so much like it! It looks so much like it!" Sisi jumped up and down excitedly, clapping her little hands nonstop.

"It's like...like a photograph! But even better than a photo!"

She turned her head, grabbed Lin Caiwei's hand, and shook it vigorously:

"Mom, look! Dad drew Sisi so well! Look at the eyes, the nose, the mouth..."

Lin Caiwei was completely stunned.

Looking at the painting, she was overwhelmed with indescribable shock.

This is no longer a matter of "drawing well," this is... this is the level of a professional painter.

No, he might be even better than the average professional painter.

She could see the brushstrokes Chen Hao used, some thick and some thin; she could see the layers of color, the dark areas were not just a mass of black, but contained hidden colors.

You can see the handling of light and shadow, where the light comes from, and what effect it has on the face.

All of these elements combined create a living, breathing Sisi—not a cold reproduction like a photograph, but a portrait imbued with warmth and emotion.

You can sense that the person who painted this little girl was painting with love in their heart.

"Chen Hao..." Lin Caiwei began, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Your oil paintings... are they really this good?"

She originally thought Chen Hao was only good at traditional Chinese painting, after all, his previous landscape painting was already amazing enough.

But now, seeing this oil portrait, she realized that Chen Hao's skill in painting might far exceed her imagination.

Traditional Chinese painting and oil painting are completely different systems, and there are very few people who can master both and reach such a high level in both.

Chen Hao smiled modestly, and said while tidying up his palette, "I practiced a bit before, but I haven't painted in a long time, so I'm a bit rusty."

"This is hardly 'some practice'..." Lin Caiwei shook her head, unsure of what to say.

If this level of skill is described as "having practiced a bit," then art students would be ashamed to death.

Just then, Sisi suddenly had another idea.

The little guy's eyes darted around, looking at his own portrait, then at Lin Caiwei, and then at Chen Hao with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, "You drew a picture for Sisi, can you draw one for Mommy too?"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became awkward.

Lin Caiwei's face flushed red instantly, from her cheeks all the way to her ears.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then didn't.

My heart skipped a beat for no reason, and my palms started to sweat.

Chen Hao was also taken aback.

He looked at Lin Caiwei and found that she was looking down, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, and her ears were bright red.

"This..." Chen Hao hesitated for a moment, "It depends on whether Mom is willing."

"Mom will definitely agree!" Sisi immediately ran to Lin Caiwei's side, grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Mommy, let Daddy draw a picture for you too! Daddy is so good at drawing! Look how beautiful Sisi's drawing is! Mommy, draw one too, and hang it next to Sisi's, okay?"

Lin Caiwei felt a little dizzy from being shaken by her daughter.

She looked up at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao was also looking at her, his eyes gentle and questioning, as if he was really waiting for her to make a decision.

She struggled with the decision for a few seconds.

Having Chen Hao draw my portrait... it feels so intimate.

Watching him paint Sisi just now, she felt that the process was very private—there was a special connection between the painter and the model.

The painter must carefully observe every detail of the model and capture the model's most essential expression.

The model must completely trust the painter and entrust herself to him for presentation.

But if she were the model herself...

Lin Caiwei's face turned even redder.

She could even feel her face burning.

But looking at her daughter's expectant eyes, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Sisi was so excited and wanted her father to draw one for her mother too, so she couldn't bear to spoil her daughter's fun.

Moreover...deep down, she also had a faint sense of anticipation.

She wanted to see what she would look like under Chen Hao's paintbrush.

I wanted to see how he saw me.

"Okay... alright." She finally nodded, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, and then lowered her head again.

Sisi immediately cheered and spun around in the living room: "Yay! Daddy's going to draw Mommy! Daddy's going to draw Mommy!"

Chen Hao's heart also stirred.

He had actually wanted to paint Lin Caiwei for a long time—not as Sisi's mother, but as a beautiful woman.

Lin Caiwei has outstanding looks and temperament. She has a kind of beauty that is very charming. She is not the kind that is stunning, but the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes.

Her features are exquisite, her skin is beautiful, and her body proportions are excellent, making her a great subject for painting.

"Then sit here." Chen Hao pointed to the sofa, "Sit where Sisi was just sitting."

Lin Caiwei walked over, her steps a little unsteady.

She sat down on the sofa, her body a little stiff, unsure of where to put her hands.

"Relax a little," Chen Hao said, his voice gentler than usual. "Don't be too tense, just be in a natural posture."

Sit however you are comfortable.

He went over and helped Lin Caiwei adjust her posture.

Have her sit sideways with one leg straight and the other slightly bent, and one hand resting naturally on her knee.

Tilt your head slightly to one side, look diagonally forward with a soft gaze, and don't stare directly at one spot.

This pose is very elegant, showcasing the curves of the body without appearing artificial.

The sidelight streaming in through the window cast soft shadows on her face, highlighting the beautiful lines of her nose.

"Keep it like this." Chen Hao took two steps back and looked around. "If you're tired, just say so, and we can take a break."

Lin Caiwei nodded.

She could feel Chen Hao's gaze lingering on her, and the feeling of being carefully observed made her both nervous and... a little fluttery.

His gaze was focused and earnest, as if he were looking at a precious work of art.

She could hear her own heartbeat, thumping loudly in the quiet living room.