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

Shen Xiaolan was right; her studio will have nothing more to do with me in the future.


I was never her official agent, always managing her career as her husband.


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


Just in time to hear the studio manager persuading Shen Xiaolan.


"Miss Shen, you were too impulsive yesterday. Over the years, Mr. has been busy with the studio. If he really gets upset and stops coming to the studio, the upcoming exhibition will be a mess."


Shen Xiaolan snorted from her nose, "He's just riding on my coattails; the success of the exhibition depends entirely on my talent."


"If he doesn't come, let Shuyan handle his work. They're just odd jobs; anyone can do them!"


Shen Xiaolan thought of something and immediately instructed:


"Shuyan is not like him. He's proud and doesn't like flattery, so don't let him attend the parties."


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


At this moment, a WeChat notification pinged.


From Paris, they said the visa has been arranged for me, and I can set off anytime.


I went straight home and started packing my luggage.


Halfway through packing, Shen Xiaolan actually returned, even bringing me some pigeon soup.


I looked at the torn food safety seal and the soup that was already finished.


I directly tossed this leftovers into the trash.


Shen Xiaolan wanted to get angry but glanced at the scant amount of soup, ultimately feeling guilty and suppressing her anger.


She obviously forgot that I'm allergic to pigeon soup.


Back then, when Shen Xiaolan was young and defiant against rivals who wanted to ruin her hand, I took the blade for her.


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


I was in the emergency room for as long as Shen Xiaolan was kneeling outside the door, swearing to the heavens she would never let me near pigeons again in this life.


Yet, such deeply engraved experiences can be washed away by time, leaving not a trace.


Perhaps my excessive calmness made Shen Xiaolan a bit uneasy.


She paced behind me for a while and actually took the initiative to soften:


"I acted impulsively today and shamed you in public. But I'm the owner of the studio; I need to be fair and just to persuade people with reason."


"It's not that I really don't want you involved in the studio; if you quietly go and apologize to Shuyan..."


I directly ignored her words and walked into the bathroom to pack some toiletries.


Shen Xiaolan's unfinished words were stuck in her throat, and an unfamiliar sense of helplessness welled up in her heart.


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