Rong Jingyang arrived at Fifth Avenue, at a shop filled with handmade ceramic toys.
The shop was not large, only about seventy to eighty square meters, but it was said to be an ancient handicraft workshop passed down through generations.
Passing through the front hall displaying exquisite small ornaments, the backyard was unfathomably deep, as if it held a world of its own.
At a glance, it was all uncolored, custom-made models.
Rong Jingyang scanned the area, his gaze landing on a woman wearing an apron.
"Boss, I'd like to order a set of ceramic dolls."
The female owner had already communicated with Mu Li's people before Rong Jingyang arrived. She smiled and asked, "Do you have an idea yourself?"
Rong Jingyang nodded, picked up paper and pen, and began to draw.
When he finished the last stroke, the female owner stared at the sketch with envy and couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Rong, you must love your wife very much."
On the sketch, the man was in a suit, and the woman was in a white wedding dress. The dimples on her face when she smiled were so beautiful and captivating.
The man's kiss gently landed on the woman's cheek, and he tenderly treated her as the rarest treasure in the world.
The man held a heart in his hand and placed it in the woman's palm.
It was as if he was announcing to the whole world that he—his joys and sorrows, his emotions in this life—were entrusted to her—completely controlled by her.
Behind the woman, the elder sister held the mommy's wedding dress hem in one hand and a younger brother in the other. The younger brother then held another brother, all looking towards their daddy and mommy.
The happy and fulfilling scene of a family of five was presented before everyone's eyes.
Especially as women, the female owner and Grace were most moved.
But Grace just watched the entire time, without saying a word.
"Love?"
For a moment, Rong Jingyang was stunned by the word, but he didn't refute it. He just frowned slightly and asked, "Can you finish the models in ten minutes? I'll color them myself."
The female owner replied, "No problem."
Knowing he was in a hurry, the owner personally took charge.
"Alright, old Yang, I didn't expect you to be so good at flirting," Qin Yunxi tutted. "Hahaha, if Ruo Xin saw this, she'd definitely come home with you immediately."
What woman could resist such romance?
Let alone women, even he, as a man, was conquered.
How could Du Ruoxin not be moved?
Absolutely perfect!
Qin Yunxi poked his hands and looked at Grace beside him, "Baby, what do you like? I'll make one for you myself too?"
Grace scoffed and moved far away from him in disdain.
Qin Yunxi trotted after her, "Don't be shy. It's only natural for a husband to give gifts to his wife."
Grace's mouth twitched: ... Which eye of his saw her being shy?
If he talked nonsense again, would she beat him up?
"Hmm~~~" Qin Yunxi pondered, "How about I give you a soccer team?"
His mother wanted the Qin family to prosper and have many descendants, so giving Grace a soccer team of children was just right.
Grace: ... Thank you! Thank you, your great-grandfather!
Rolling her eyes speechlessly, she knew Qin Yunxi would pester her until she spoke.
Rather than passively responding, it was better to take the initiative.
Grace pointed at the largest ceramic piece in the entire venue—two meters high and three meters wide, and said, "If you can finish coloring it within ten minutes, I'll accept it."
Qin Yunxi stared at the giant stone in shock, pouted, "Baby, you're kidding me."
Grace said indifferently, "How strange, you actually figured it out."
Qin Yunxi: "—"
The handsome, thick eyebrows of the great Mr. Qin furrowed into a dark line, his eye twitching slightly. "Let's change it to something smaller."
Grace's lips curved slightly, her eyes narrowed into slits, sharp as knives, exuding a cold ferocity that killed without drawing blood, "Then give me a lapdog."
"Give me a lapdog."