After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy Chapter 155: Third Brother's Hobby

Chapter 155: Third Brother’s Hobby

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Seeing Murong Qiao and Murong Chuan return, the butler, Uncle Yang, was also very happy. He hurriedly asked the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The siblings sat together at the dining table. The atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

“How has Qiaoqiao been recently? Is life in school still suitable for you?” Murong Chen looked at his sister, whom he had not seen in a long time, and many things surged in his heart.

As he spoke, he did not forget to pick up food for her, piling up her rice bowl into a small mountain.

“Eat more. You’ve lost weight.” Murong Chen’s worried voice fell into Murong Qiao’s ears, and his hands did not stop moving.

Murong Qiao was caught between laughter and tears as she looked at the food in her bowl. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

Should she say that she had even gained 2kg lately because the food in school was too delicious?

Murong Qiao looked at the bowl that was about to fill up and then at hiers Big Brother, who did not think that he was saying anything wrong at all. She could only accept Murong Chen’s overflowing concern.

“Thank you, Big Brother.” Murong Qiao finally said and focused on the food.

Murong Chuan looked at Murong Qiao eating with her head lowered, then at Murong Chen, who was pa.s.sionately watching her eat. He raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised by Murong Chen’s change.

The brothers had grown up together and understood each other the best. Therefore, after seeing Murong Chen’s att.i.tude towards Murong Qiao with his own eyes, Murong Chuan was a little puzzled.

He didn’t understand why Murong Chen was so good to Murong Qiao, as if the two of them were real siblings.

After the meal, Murong Chen didn’t go off to deal with the company’s matters. Instead, he stayed in the living room and chatted with Murong Qiao.

“I’ve met a few new roommates. They’re all not bad, and Hui University’s cla.s.ses are very good.” Murong Qiao didn’t feel annoyed by Murong Chen’s concern. She told him about her experiences in school.

Murong Qiao picked out some harmless matters and interesting things in life to tell Murong Chen. At the same time, her words also fell into Murong Chuan’s ears.

Murong Chen watched his Little Sister speak with a focused and serious expression. Even when Murong Qiao taked about the kitten she’d met on campus, he listened with great interest.

Hearing what Murong Qiao said, Murong Chuan turned to look at her, as if he was a little surprised that she didn’t say anything bad.

Unlike Murong Chen, who managed the company every day, Murong Chuan, as a university professor, noticed his Little Sister in cla.s.s at Hui University and paid attention to her every move. Therefore, he only found out later that Murong Qiao had been slandered by Jiang Weiwei.

Murong Chuan had to admit that even he felt that the comments on those forums were hurtful and vicious, let alone Murong Qiao herself.

However, when he saw the rea.s.suring smile on Murong Qiao’s face and how she didn’t mention the bad things that had happened in school at all, his heart seemed to have been suddenly poked by something.

He looked at Murong Qiao and then s.h.i.+fted his gaze elsewhere. He suddenly realized that it was late and it was time to sleep.

“That teacher of ours has a curly beard and it bounces when he lectures.” Murong Qiao couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke. She sat there hugging a cute cat pillow. Her hair was casually let down, and she looked obedient.

Murong Chen also laughed along with Murong Qiao. He sat on the sofa on the other side and smiled casually. At this moment, the dignity of the President could no longer be seen.

“It’s getting late,” Murong Chuan reminded them and placed the drinks he had just brought in front of the two of them.

A cup of hot milk and a cup of strong coffee.

Only after Murong Chuan reminded them did the two of them notice the time.

“Alright, looks like I can only listen to Qiaoqiao’s story to this part today.” When Murong Chen heard Murong Chuan’s reminder, he pretended to be regretful.

It was not that he didn’t notice the time, but seeing how happy Murong Qiao was when she spoke, he couldn’t say anything.

The Murong Family’s schedule had always been very healthy. This point became even more rigorous after Murong Chuan returned. Even the reminder he had just given to the two of them was given five minutes early.

“Goodnight, Big Brother. Goodnight, Third Brother.” Murong Qiao drank the hot milk in one gulp and went to her room to sleep after saying goodnight to the two of them.

Murong Qiao lay on her bed, her entire body sinking into a large area of softness. Before she could think further, she felt her eyelids suddenly become heavier, and she fell asleep after a while.

When she woke up the next day, Murong Qiao realized that she had slept until half past ten.

After asking the butler, Uncle Yang, she found out that her Big Brother had already gone to work. Murong Qiao did not see her Third Brother around.

“Third Young Master?” Uncle Yang pointed at the corridor on the second floor. “If nothing goes wrong, he should be in his studio now.”

Only then did Murong Qiao realize that Murong Chuan didn’t like being an economics professor.

Murong Chuan had a hobby of painting. He once thought that he would develop into a painter in the future or work in the art industry, but later on, he chose the economic field.

“This is the Third Young Master’s dream. Although it has become a hobby now, every time he comes home, he will draw a painting at home every day.” When Uncle Yang said this to Murong Qiao, he felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

After asking for the direction of the studio, Murong Qiao found the place Uncle Yang mentioned and indeed saw Murong Chuan sitting there.

The door of the studio was half-closed and not closed. Murong Qiao pushed it open and saw Murong Chuan sitting quietly on a chair with a brush in his hand.

He drew very quickly, as if he did not need to think about it. With a few strokes, he outlined the painting. It could be seen that his drawing skills were not bad.

However, the movement of the brush tip touching the palette a few more times attracted Murong Qiao’s attention.

Her gaze landed on the neatly arranged pigments beside Murong Chuan. A few tubes had already been depleted, and some were also showing signs of drying up after too long.

When Murong Qiao saw this scene and saw that Murong Chuan clearly didn’t notice it due to an outburst of inspiration, she silently closed the door and left.

She went downstairs and asked someone to buy an identical set of paint. She hung it gently at the door of Murong Chuan’s studio.

Murong Chuan did not notice that Murong Qiao had come. He was completely focused on painting. Only when he realized that one of the paints was empty did he have no choice but to stop painting.

He stood up and planned to go out and get someone to buy a portion back, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw a bag of paint fall to the ground.

Murong Chuan was stunned for a moment. Then, he picked it up and realized that this paint was from the same brand as his.

He looked at the paint that was carefully delivered to the door and Murong Chen appeared in his mind. Then, he pushed the image away immediately. That guy was a workaholic who was usually busy with the company’s matters. How could he have the time to notice this?

Then, he thought of the butler, Uncle Yang. He had always taken care of them when they were young and was especially meticulous. He must have replenished the paint when he saw that he had returned home.

After confirming that it was sent over by the butler, Murong Chuan accepted the paint with a clear conscience. He turned around and returned to his studio to continue his work.

As for Murong Qiao, after she returned to her room, she recalled what had happened at the Nan family.

In the past, there was also someone like her who sent snacks and medicine to hang at the door of her room..