In her past life, the woman in the painting was not Qin Xue, but the original owner of the body.
After Chu Huainan and Qin Xue broke up, it was the original owner of the body who stayed by his side and accompanied him through his most disheartened and dejected years.
Chu Huainan gradually realized that Fu Yu seemed easier to control than the lively and flamboyant Qin Xue.
She would go through fire and water for him if he gave her even the slightest bit of sweetness.
Chu Huainan stopped fixating on Qin Xue and turned his attention to the original owner of this body.
He discovered that the original owner had a pair of very beautiful eyes, innocent yet timid, like a lost fawn that had escaped from a primeval forest.
In addition, her figure, which possesses a distinctly oriental charm, would be perfect for painting a nude portrait of her…
However, the original owner of this body was shy, and persuading her to take off her clothes and become Chu Huainan's nude model was harder than climbing to heaven.
More importantly, Chu Huainan had no money. Even if Fu Yu agreed, he couldn't afford the hourly rate for human models on the market.
Models cost money, but wives are free.
Chu Huainan immediately proposed to the original owner of this body, and after becoming her husband in a grand manner, he drugged her.
While she was unconscious, he took off her clothes and painted on her.
Chu Huainan's inspiration flowed like a spring. In his eyes, the original body was nothing more than a commodity, a consumable, and a stepping stone for him to ascend to the hall of art.
As expected, once the oil painting was exhibited, his value soared, but the original owner of the body collapsed and fell into depression.
At this time, Chu Huainan was still manipulating her.
To say that the original owner sacrificed himself for art is a noble form of performance art.
He wasn't even satisfied with simply copying the original body while it was in a deep sleep.
While the original owner is awake, tie her up and draw her most desperate, painful, and broken state on paper.
When the original owner of this body suffered a bipolar disorder and went on a rampage of self-harm, Chu Huainan not only did not stop her, but also accurately recorded the woman's anxious and self-destructive behavior.
He painted while drinking heavily.
When he was drawing the last stroke, he suffered a myocarditis attack.
The paintbrush fell to the ground.
He never opened his eyes again.
...
Qin Xue's vision blurred, as if the world had lost its color.
This is the man she chose after leaving Cosimo...
Tears, whether from regret or pain, flowed freely.
How could you do this to me?
Qin Xue frantically punched Chu Huainan beside her, and through the curtain, she seemed to see the disdainful gazes of those powerful and influential people.
They mocked her cheapness and despicableness.
"Ah Xue, listen to me."
Chu Huainan reassured Qin Xue, "This is art, do you understand? Don't look at this painting with the vulgar eyes of ordinary people. It is the fruit of our love, just like... our child."
"I poured my deep love for you into this painting, Xue, didn't you feel it?"
"Your beauty is unique and unparalleled; it would be a great pity if it were not recorded."
"You are my muse. Every painting you create reveals a unique beauty. Believe me, these works will be remembered in art history, and you will become a legend in the art world..."
*Smack*
Qin Xue couldn't stand it anymore and slapped Chu Huainan across the face.
"Every single one? Besides this painting, what else did you paint?"
Qin Xue covered her head, she was absolutely certain that she had never been Chu Huainan's nude model.
She looked at the girl sleeping on the sofa in the painting and suddenly realized something.
"You, you drugged me."
Chu Huainan rubbed his nose guiltily. Qin Xue was his wife, in other words, his property.
He didn't think he had done anything wrong.
"It's just a regular sleeping pill, don't make a big deal out of it."
Making a mountain out of a molehill?
Qin Xue hated herself for being blind to entrust her next life to such a beast.
"Chu Huainan, I really misjudged you."
Without thinking, Qin Xue rushed to the stage, grabbed the safety hammer she had pulled off backstage, and smashed it hard against the oil painting.
She wanted to destroy that disgusting painting.
Art and aesthetic value are all lies!
The auctioneer quickly signaled for security guards to come up and grab Qin Xue.
Qin Xue struggled desperately, but she could not break free from the security guards' hold.
She could only kick the oil painting hard, trying to destroy it as much as possible.
The woman's skin in the oil painting became mottled and uneven, and the solidified paint flakeed off.
One of the security guards pinned Qin Xue to the ground.
Qin Xue looked up unwillingly, only to see Cosimo's gaze fall upon her.
No.
He couldn't bear to see her in such a disgusting state!
But deep down, she wished Cosimo could be like he was in his previous life.
Protect her, and punish all the bad people who try to harm her or stalk her.
But when she looked over with trembling, desperate eyes, she saw Cosimo carefully blocking Fu Yu's eyes.
I draped a trench coat over her shoulders and led her away.
It was as if Qin Xue's current disheveled state had tainted Fu Yu's eyes.
Cosimo.
Qin Xue stared at the man's retreating figure, her voice trembling and weak.
She staggered past the security guard, but after taking only a few steps, she was surrounded by reporters.
"Are you Qin Xue, the wife of the emerging artist Chu Huainan?"
What do you think of your husband's series of oil paintings featuring you?
"In the painting, you are always asleep and completely naked. What is the artistic significance of this?"
Qin Xue wanted to tell the truth and expose Chu Huainan's hypocritical mask in front of the media.
Unexpectedly, Chu Huainan ran over from backstage, grabbed Qin Xue by the back of the neck, and secretly took out a tranquilizer.
The needle pierced Qin Xue's skin.
Qin Xue's consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Chu Huainan, unable to contain his excitement, said, "Modern people are always bound by morality and social rules. My paintings represent the urgent need in human nature to find an outlet. My wife smashing the oil painting was also part of my plan. Isn't this broken beauty more sharp and impactful?"
The camera followed Chu Huainan's face and moved to the huge oil painting.
Due to Qin Xue's damage, the woman's eyes in the painting have become blurred.
The paint that had fallen off stuck to the area around my eye.
Like tears welling up, it was an overwhelming sadness.
Fu Yu stopped and looked at Chu Huainan, who was full of energy on the stage.
An idiot is always an idiot.
In his past life, he took advantage of the original owner's timidity; in this life, he took advantage of Qin Xue's naivety and stubbornness.
Cosimo followed Fu Yu's gaze and looked over. He wouldn't be jealous of such a beast who treated his wife like a commodity.
He could tell that Fu Yu really disliked this man.
"Ayu, I'll take you home."
Cosimo considerately helped Fu Yu down the stairs, and after putting her in the car, he said to his assistant.
“That painter just now offended Ayu’s eyes. I’ll teach him a lesson. I don’t want to see him again.”
The special assistant observes the nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose.
Cheap goods like Chu Huainan can be eliminated in no time.
Inside the car, Fu Yu activated the system.
"System, activate developer privileges for the Career-Oriented Repairer."
The system gasped.
This is a feature that only SSS-level repairers can enable.
"Relevant modules are loading... Loading complete... Please issue commands, host."
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