Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

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Long Xuan’s gaze lingered on them for a moment.
Then, he made his way to the soft bed and sat down.

Lin Qingyuan glanced at him uneasily.
Seeing as she could not make him leave, she gave up on the idea and went off to take a bath.

After pouring Long Xuan a cup of tea, Bai He exited the room.

When Lin Qingyuan had not yet come out after Long Xuan had finished his cup of tea, he got up and walked around the room.

He stopped next to the desk and let his slender fingers graze the edge.
He paused when his gaze landed on the vase nearby.
Eventually, he gave in to his curiosity and took the paintings out.

He wondered what kind of paintings a rowdy person like Lin Qingyuan could produce when she decided to sit down quietly and paint.

His slender fingers skimmed the paintings in the vase and then pulled one out.

However, when he unraveled the scroll and saw the person depicted in the painting and the poem written on it, his face fell.

When Lin Qingyuan emerged from the bathroom, she saw him standing by the desk and flipping through her paintings.

She did not mind it at first, but a thought struck her, and her face paled.
At once, she rushed over to him and scolded him, “How could you go through my stuff without my permission?”

Long Xuan whirled around abruptly, and she could not catch herself in time from tumbling into his arms.

However, she did not have time to be mad about that as she frantically tried to snatch the painting from his hands.

To her frustration, Long Xuan lifted the painting high the moment she reached for it, and she ended up grasping at thin air.

“Give it back to me!” she demanded furiously, fervently wishing that she had destroyed that painting earlier.

“Why are you so anxious? Is it because there’s something in this painting that you don’t want me to see?” Long Xuan’s expression was grim, and there was a frightening gloom in his eyes.

“That’s none of your business!” Lin Qingyuan retorted.

All of a sudden, Long Xuan grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around, and pinned her against the desk as he regarded her threateningly through narrowed eyes.
“Who am I to you?”

Meeting his intimidating gaze, Lin Qingyuan gulped.
“Y-you’re my husband.”

“Then is your business any of my business?” Long Xuan pressed her for an answer.