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

The next morning, my wife Shen Xiaolan finally returned.


Seeing there was no sumptuous breakfast on the table and no dress I'd prepared in advance on the coat rack, she frowned slightly:


I nodded, "I talked to the lawyer about something."


I pulled out a document from my bag, "Two copies, just sign one."


She didn't even look and signed directly on the last page.


After all, since she debuted ten years ago and married seven years ago, her business and logistics have been handled entirely by me.


I breathed a sigh of relief, put the agreement in the bag, and prepared to leave.


Yet, she stood at the door, grabbed my arm with a dark face.


"Don't overthink, after dinner yesterday, Shuyan got hives, I just took him to the hospital, we didn't do anything."


This was the first time Shen Xiaolan explained to me after getting married.


Back then, when I was covered in a red rash and begged her to take me to the hospital, she said:


"Don't you have legs? If you infect me, how am I going to paint?"


Shen Xiaolan saw my indifferent expression and wanted to say something else when He Shuyan called.


"Sister Shen, when I got to the studio today, so many people laughed at me, I feel like I can't stay..."


"How can you be so silly! Didn't I tell you yesterday, if you're sick, just rest well!"


He Shuyan feigned difficulty saying, "But not going to the studio will delay the progress of the new exhibition. If I hold up Sister's career, I'll die of shame..."


"Silly boy, how can it be your fault to be sick?"


Saying that, Shen Xiaolan turned back and looked at me with disgust: "It's all because some people are greedy, making money without caring about others' lives." 


"Be good, wait for me in my office, I'll take you home."


Shen Xiaolan slammed the door and left, from start to finish, ignoring the swelling on my face.


I lowered my gaze, took out my phone, and contacted the newly emerging painter from Paris who had invited me for a long time.


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