Meng Yue

At a dinner party, the genius artist's wife used her hands insured for millions to crack open crabs for her male assistant. It was just to coax her without an appetite to eat something. And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to get her investments, I asked her to fetch me some stomach medicine. She outright refused: 'My hands are for painting, don't you have your own hands?' For ten years, she couldn’t even be bothered to change her rejection phrasing. That day, sobered by the cold wind, I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Shen Xiaolan, in this rushed and chaotic world, we are no longer on the same path.
At a dinner party, the genius artist's wife used her hands insured for millions to crack open crabs for her male assistant. It was just to coax her without an appetite to eat something. And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to get her investments, I asked her to fetch me some stomach medicine. She outright refused: 'My hands are for painting, don't you have your own hands?' For ten years, she couldn’t even be bothered to change her rejection phrasing. That day, sobered by the cold wind, I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Shen Xiaolan, in this rushed and chaotic world, we are no longer on the same path.
At a dinner party, the genius artist's wife used her hands insured for millions to crack open crabs for her male assistant. It was just to coax her without an appetite to eat something. And when I was drinking to the point of vomiting blood to get her investments, I asked her to fetch me some stomach medicine. She outright refused: 'My hands are for painting, don't you have your own hands?' For ten years, she couldn’t even be bothered to change her rejection phrasing. That day, sobered by the cold wind, I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Shen Xiaolan, in this rushed and chaotic world, we are no longer on the same path.

After Divorcing and Going Abroad, Artist Wife Regretted

I was looking at the agency contract sent by the other party on my phone.


Then I received a WeChat voice message from He Shuyan.


He said in a sarcastic tone, "I'm so sorry, Brother Song Xiao, Sister Shen insisted on coming to my place to take care of me. It's my fault that I delayed Sister Shen's art exhibition progress, don't blame her."


I was exhausted in dealing with it, but my gaze fell on He Shuyan's new WeChat avatar.


After enlarging it, it was a pair of small hands with faint traces of paint, tenderly holding his red rash-covered face from the hives.


Those hands were very familiar to me, they were Shen Xiaolan's.


I closed the image, and silently changed my wedding photo avatar to a free-flying bird.


On the last day of the city art exhibition, because of some closing logistics work, I stayed backstage the whole time.


When I went to the front for the group photo, I saw that Shen Xiaolan was already holding He Shuyan's arm, standing in the center position.


The reporters praised one after another:


"Miss Shen and Mr. Shen have such a great relationship, I heard they've been married for seven years and are still so close."


"Mr. Shen is truly young and handsome, I heard Miss Shen's studio is managed by Mr. Shen, and the art exhibition was also planned by him, what a modern good man!"


The two naturally heard these praises, but no one spoke up to clarify.


Until He Shuyan saw me and suddenly looked terrified, falling to his knees with a thud.


"Brother Song Xiao, I didn't mean to, I just haven't had the chance to explain! Sister Shen's success today is all thanks to you, I don't dare to take credit for your achievements."


The sudden act made the atmosphere delicate, surrounded by nothing but the sound of camera shutters.


Shen Xiaolan, without hesitation, shielded He Shuyan in front of him, "Song Xiao, is it necessary to be so aggressive?"


"For this art exhibition, He Shuyan has no small part to play, I brought him to show his face, just as a normal act of promoting a newcomer."


She lowered her voice, "This is a public occasion, don't make a scene."


I didn't make a scene, and I won't make a scene again in the future.


I put on an appropriate smile, helped up He Shuyan who was kneeling, and introduced him to the media.


The farce finally passed under a facade of peace.


After the interview, I took out my phone to book a flight, but Shen Xiaolan suddenly grabbed my phone away.


"Are you booking a flight? An international flight? Why didn't I know?"


She fired off three questions in a row, her brows furrowed, her tone surprised.


"When did I have an art exhibition in Paris? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"


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