Dream Reading

At the dinner party, the genius painter husband used his multimillion-insured hands to crack open crabs for the little assistant. Just to coax her to eat something when she had no appetite.
And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to secure investments for him, I asked him to get me some stomach medicine. He simply refused: "My hands are for painting, don’t you have hands yourself?"
For ten years, he hasn't bothered to change his rejection tactics.
That day, I sobered up in the cold wind and asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.
Gu Shaoxuan, in this rushed and complicated world, you and I are no longer on the same path.
At the dinner party, the genius painter husband used his multimillion-insured hands to crack open crabs for the little assistant. Just to coax her to eat something when she had no appetite.
And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to secure investments for him, I asked him to get me some stomach medicine. He simply refused: "My hands are for painting, don’t you have hands yourself?"
For ten years, he hasn't bothered to change his rejection tactics.
That day, I sobered up in the cold wind and asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.
Gu Shaoxuan, in this rushed and complicated world, you and I are no longer on the same path.
At the dinner party, the genius painter husband used his multimillion-insured hands to crack open crabs for the little assistant. Just to coax her to eat something when she had no appetite.
And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to secure investments for him, I asked him to get me some stomach medicine. He simply refused: "My hands are for painting, don’t you have hands yourself?"
For ten years, he hasn't bothered to change his rejection tactics.
That day, I sobered up in the cold wind and asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.
Gu Shaoxuan, in this rushed and complicated world, you and I are no longer on the same path.

After Divorce, Loving Gu Shaoxuan’s White Moonlight Husband Regrets It

Gu Shaoxuan was right, his studio will have nothing to do with me from now on.


I've never been his official agent, only managing his career as his wife.


The next day, I went to the office to pack my things.


I happened to overhear the studio manager persuading Gu Shaoxuan.


"Mr. Gu, you were too impulsive yesterday. All these years, the studio has been managed by the lady. If she really gets upset and doesn't come to the studio, the upcoming exhibition could fall apart."


Gu Shaoxuan snorted through his nose, "She's just riding on my coattails. The success of the exhibition depends entirely on my talent."


"If she doesn't come, just let Nini handle her work. It's just trivial tasks, anyone can do them!"


Gu Shaoxuan thought of something and immediately added:


"Nini is not like her. The little one doesn't like flattery, so don't let her attend those social gatherings."


I initially intended to go in and hand over my work to the manager, but it seemed unnecessary now.


Just then, a WeChat notification popped up.


They said in Paris that my visa had been arranged, and I could leave anytime.


I went straight home and started packing my luggage.


Halfway through packing, Gu Shaoxuan unexpectedly returned, even bringing a portion of pigeon soup for me.


I looked at the already torn food safety seal and the soup, almost at the bottom.


I threw the leftovers directly into the trash can.


Gu Shaoxuan wanted to get angry, but when his eyes caught sight of the little remaining soup, he felt guilty and kept silent.


He apparently forgot that I'm allergic to pigeon soup.


Years ago, when Gu Shaoxuan was young and impulsive, provoking his rivals, they intended to cripple his hands. I took a blow for him.


To help my wound heal faster, he bought pigeon soup for me.


But it was also this soup that almost cost me my life.


For as long as I was in the emergency room, Gu Shaoxuan knelt outside, swearing to the heavens that he would never let me touch pigeon again.


But even such a deeply ingrained experience gets washed away by time, leaving no trace.


Perhaps my excessive silence made Gu Shaoxuan uneasy.


He paced a bit behind me, eventually taking the initiative to concede:


"I acted impulsively today, embarrassing you in public. But I am still the owner of the studio. I need to be fair and just to convince people rationally."


"I didn't mean to stop you from interfering with the studio. If you could quietly apologize to Nini..."


I directly ignored his words and went into the bathroom to pack some cosmetics.


Gu Shaoxuan's unfinished words stuck in his throat, and an unfamiliar sense of powerlessness welled up within him.


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