Seeing his wife so engrossed in her creative work, Lin Chengyu felt both worried and appreciative.
He quietly walked to Song Ziqing's side, worried about Song Ziqing's health, while unconsciously admiring the passionate painting.
"It's beautifully painted, Ziqing," Lin Chengyu exclaimed sincerely. "I feel that your oil painting of a rock night is truly captivating."
Song Ziqing slowly raised his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a satisfied expression.
Her bright eyes sparkled with excitement and gratitude as she whispered, "Thank you, my dear husband. This soul-stirring performance has given me endless inspiration and made me unable to suppress my inner impulse to express these emotions through painting."
Lin Chengyu gently stroked his wife's shoulders, his eyes full of love and encouragement, and said earnestly, "Keep going, Ziqing. Art is like a vast and boundless sky, without boundaries or constraints. You must steadfastly pursue your own dreams and forge ahead bravely."
Feeling her husband's sincere support, Song Ziqing felt a surge of motivation within her.
She secretly resolved to overcome all difficulties and obstacles, to continue on the long and winding road of art, and to strive to create more outstanding works.
The next morning, sunlight filled the room, and Song Ziqing carefully hung the completed oil painting in a prominent position in the living room.
Upon hearing the news, the Song family members gathered around and admired the artwork with great interest.
They were full of praise for Song Ziqing's work and gave it high marks without reservation.
At this moment, Feng Yinghan was also attracted by the discussion and walked over curiously.
He stood quietly in front of the painting, his gaze fixed on the canvas, as if he had instantly traveled through time and space, returning to the passionate concert he had attended the previous night.
After a long while, he came to his senses and said to Song Ziqing with admiration, "Cousin, you are really amazing! This painting is simply divine, and it made me feel the fervent atmosphere of yesterday again."
Seeing your oil painting immediately gives me a sense of being there; this painting is truly magical!
With a smile, Song Ziqing humbly replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Yinghan. I hope that each of us can shine brightly in our respective fields and show our unique brilliance."
After speaking, she gently turned around and joined everyone in gazing at the lifelike oil painting on the wall.
After a night's rest, when she looked at the oil painting of a rock night in front of her again, she felt as if she hadn't painted it herself.
Or perhaps the person who painted last night wasn't her, but rather someone who completed the work while she wasn't fully conscious.
Over the next few months, Song Ziqing immersed herself in the world of painting, creating a series of works themed around rock nights.
After seeing these works, both Song Zhihan and the three Song sisters felt that Song Ziqing's works were perfectly suited for a solo exhibition in the United States.
After seeing Song Ziqing's oil painting photos in Hong Kong, Jones also expressed his support for her to hold an art exhibition in the United States over the phone. He also decided that he would personally come to support Song Ziqing and use his influence to invite some painters in the industry to participate in her exhibition.
"Jones, thank you so much! You've done me a lot of favors this time!"
Song Ziqing was quite moved on the phone, saying that if Jones were standing in front of her, she would want to hug Jones to express her gratitude.
However, an image involuntarily appeared in her mind: her jealous and petty husband, Lin Chengyu. If he knew that she wanted to hug someone else, especially a man like Jones, he would probably tie her to the bed and keep her from getting out of bed for three days and three nights.
The thought of such a scene sent a chill down Song Ziqing's spine.
It was the reply from the other end of the phone that stopped her from her turbulent thoughts: "Song, you are both each other's teachers. There's not much I can teach you about oil painting, since you already have a certain foundation. I can only broaden your horizons at most."
However, I am a complete novice when it comes to traditional Chinese painting. You have taught me from knowing absolutely nothing to now being able to paint some decent traditional Chinese paintings.
Even my calligraphy is now quite proper; I feel you've been completely open in your teaching, unlike many Easterners who are overly protective of their talents.
Jones had been in Hong Kong for about a year and was very familiar with the local customs and ways of life. It was because of this understanding that he realized how sincere Song Ziqing's teaching to him truly was.
He was so sincere that he felt that this friend, who was both a student and a teacher, taught him with absolutely no fluff, and every lesson was full of valuable content.
Therefore, when Song Ziqing's first art exhibition was to be held in the United States, he wholeheartedly supported it.
However, when he returned home, Bai Mei heard that he was going to America, but she couldn't accompany him because of her pregnancy. She immediately became anxious: "Song Ziqing, Song Ziqing, all you do is show up late every day. Am I your wife, or is Song Ziqing your wife?!"
"I'm pregnant, and you're not even here with me. You're going to America to help her. You...you don't actually have feelings for her, do you?!"
Jones stared at Bai Mei in disbelief, suddenly realizing he didn't recognize the woman at all. "What nonsense are you talking about? Song is my Chinese painting teacher! We're like teacher and friend, and there's such a big age difference between us. How could I possibly like a girl who's about the same age as my son?!"
Bai Mei, I am very disappointed in you. I feel that there is no point in continuing our marriage. We argue about trivial things all day long, which is not the life I want!
Your presence is disrupting my daily life and my pursuit of art. I will leave home now, and as for other matters, I will have my lawyer speak with you!
As soon as Jones finished speaking, he rushed out of the villa and ran towards the Song family's villa in Central. It just so happened that many of his paintings and personal belongings were kept there, not at his own home.
At this point, because he hadn't had sex with Bai Mei for several months, his infatuation with her had completely disappeared.
He felt as if his poison had suddenly been neutralized, and he felt completely liberated.
He is now very grateful that he and Bai Mei had a prenuptial agreement when they got married. Apart from the paintings he gave her and the villa in Hong Kong, all other family assets have nothing to do with her.
As for the child in her belly, he didn't care. He only needed to have his lawyer pay some living expenses each month, and he didn't plan to care about anything else.
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