After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy Chapter 300: Fourth Brother Is Lacking Inspiration

Chapter 300: Fourth Brother Is Lacking Inspiration

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The leisurely and happy weekend pa.s.sed in a flash.

Murong Qiao chose a day when there were fewer cla.s.ses and booked a plane ticket home after cla.s.s.

With Jiang Chi around, there was no need to worry about the company for the time being. Huo Yichen had also returned to the Huo family.

The flight didn’t take long. Murong Qiao fell asleep and when she woke up, she’d reached.

The person who came to pick her up was Uncle Yang. He was driving a black car.

“Young Miss.” Uncle Yang opened the car door for her.

Murong Qiao got into the backseat. “Is there no one at home?”

She had a reason for asking this. After all, the chauffeur would usually be the one picking Murong Qiao up when she came home. Now that it was suddenly Uncle Yang, Murong Qiao guessed that there might not be anyone at home.

Uncle Yang sat in the driver’s seat and slowly stepped on the accelerator to move the car.

“Not exactly, Young Miss.” He diverted his attention to answer Murong Qiao’s question. “Fourth Young Master is at home now.”

Fourth Brother? Murong Qiao thought of Yan Xiu’s face and his style of hiding in his room 24 hours a day.

It felt like no one was around.

She cursed silently. The trophy that Yan Xiu had obtained last time was still with her. Unfortunately, Murong Qiao had never found a suitable opportunity to return it to the other party.

Moreover, according to the time, Fourth Brother had already been at home for a few months. Didn’t he say that he was working overseas previously?

“I heard from Fourth Young Master that he has been extremely lacking in inspiration recently. He’s probably designing a new series of clothes,” Uncle Yang said.

Only then did Murong Qiao realize that she had subconsciously asked the question in her heart just now.

She blinked in confusion, looking a little puzzled.

“I think he’s been looking for inspiration for quite a long time?” Murong Qiao was a little worried.

Inspiration was undoubtedly a very fleeting and ephemeral thing. Sometimes, when she wrote novels, she would also experience writers’ block. Thus, she could empathize with Yan Xiu’s current situation a little.

Uncle Yang did not find it strange. He was probably already used to it.

He turned the steering wheel. “You don’t have to worry too much about Fourth Young Master.”

“He always looks like this every time he designs new clothes,” Uncle Yang mentioned simply. “If 1 remember correctly, the longest time he’d gone without coming with a new design was more than half a year.”

To a fas.h.i.+on designer, this was considered quite a lengthy break. But Yan Xiu’s designs never disappointed anyone. In fact, because he had not produced a new design for a long time, the price would soar. His new works could be said to be priceless.

However, this also showed how unparalleled Yan Xiu’s talent was.

Murong Qiao nodded as she listened. She took Uncle Yang’s words to heart and felt that her Fourth Brother was amazing.

As the two of them chatted, the car slowly drove into the Murong Residence. Seeing the familiar flowers and plants outside the car window, Murong Qiao felt a sense of belonging.

The dark night turned into a curtain that covered the sky that was dyed in twilight, leaving only sporadic light hanging on it. The lights at the door appeared gentle and warm.

“Young Miss, watch your step.” Uncle Yang opened the car door and helped Murong Qiao out.

Murong Qiao stepped out of the car. When she came out, she was facing the door of the Murong Residence.

She straightened her back and stood up. Her gaze subconsciously swept past the second floor of the Murong Residence, only to see a window lit up, revealing a thin figure standing inside.

Murong Qiao remembered the location of the room. Moreover, this window was at the very edge, leaning against her rose field. It was obvious that it was Fourth Brother’s studio.

“Ding!” The phone in her bag suddenly rang.

Murong Qiao took it out. It was a call from Huo Yichen.

She coughed lightly. “Uncle Yang, can you help me bring my bag up? I’ll take this call.”

Although Big Brother was not at home now, Murong Qiao felt inexplicably guilty.

Uncle Yang naturally agreed.

Hence, while Uncle Yang was handling her bag, Murong Qiao turned around and walked towards the other side.

“h.e.l.lo?” Murong Qiao picked up the phone.

Her voice subconsciously softened a little, and the caution in her words made Huo Yichen want to laugh.

Huo Yichen was concerned about her. “You’re home safely?”

When she got off the plane, Murong Qiao had sent Huo Yichen a message. However, it was already late at night, so Huo Yichen called worriedly.

“I just got home and haven’t entered yet.”

As she spoke, her mind wandered. Most of her attention was focused on her conversation with Huo Yichen, and she unknowingly walked away.

The fragrance of flowers wafted to the tip of her nose. Murong Qiao sniffed and turned to the side. Only then did she realize that she had walked to the rose field.

Hence, she took a photo and sent it to Huo Yichen. She sat on the flower rack swing built with vines and swayed on it gently.

The large expanse of fiery red roses intertwined warmly and invitingly, but Huo Yichen thought of something else when he saw the photo.

Her lips were soft and warm. If he kissed them, they would likely taste sweeter than the sap of the roses and were even more gorgeous when they turned red.

Murong Qiao was so focused on talking to Huo Yichen that she did not notice that when she walked to the flower field, the window on the other side of the studio opened, revealing the person standing inside.

Yan Xiu stood in front of the window of the studio and watched as Murong Qiao held her cell phone and talked among the flower field .

The room was quite high up, and Murong Qiao’s voice was not loud. Yan Xiu couldn’t make out what she’s talking about, but he didn’t care about this.

What interested him even more was the scene in front of him.

Roses and a young girl, fiery red and white.

“Roses…” Yan Xiu muttered to himself.

He held a brush in his hand and stood in front of the drawing board. He wanted to draw something but hesitated.

Murong Qiao did not know that her appearance here had already been seen by Fourth Brother Yan Xiu. At this moment, she was still chatting happily with Huo Yichen.

Yan Xiu felt as if there was a seed in his mind that had the desire to break out of the ground. It was about to come out, making him have the urge to move his brush.

He simply opened the French window at the other end of the studio and brought the drawing board to the balcony to amplify his feelings. At the same time, he could hear Murong Qiao’s words clearly.

Inspiration suddenly flooded Yan Xiu’s mind like a spring.

He set his brush down and outlined a curve on the pure white paper.

Then, everything seemed to flow naturally. Inspiration took over in Yan Xiu’s mind and his arms moved, splas.h.i.+ng ink and bold strokes on the paper.

However, if he was not satisfied with the painting, he would tear it up and start over. Yan Xiu had to be extremely focused to prevent his inspiration from flowing away.

But on the other hand, Murong Qiao’s voice below made him pay attention, causing Yan Xiu to divert his attention from time to time to listen to what she was saying.

“Although you’ve recovered, you have to be careful. I keep feeling that there’s something wrong with Huo Xiuyuan.” Murong Qiao was still talking to Huo Yichen.

Yan Xiu lowered his eyes and drew, listening to Murong Qiao’s words.

Previously, when he went to the Han Family’s banquet, because of Cheng Jie’s obstruction, Murong Qiao had not been able to interact with Huo Xiuyuan. But later on, the investigation proved that Huo Xiuyuan was indeed not simple.

Murong Qiao was still a little worried about the car accident. This time, Huo Yichen had returned to the Huo family. Murong Qiao couldn’t see or touch him, so she couldn’t help but feel some worry.

Huo Yichen’s heart warmed. “Roger.”

His decisiveness in agreeing also made Murong Qiao feel relieved.

Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen’s conversation didn’t last long.

The night was cold and dew was heavy. Huo Yichen was worried that she would catch a cold, so he suggested hanging up first.

They could talk during the day. It would not be good if she caught a cold.

“Alright, goodnight.” Murong Qiao pursed her lips and smiled..