Chapter 80 You're such a country bumpkin, haven't you ever heard of abstract art?
"You don't understand, she's been very good to me."
Wen Yao was speechless; she didn't understand.
Lu Yile didn't lay a finger on her! How is giving Zhao Guang a punch considered being nice to him?
Zhao Guang's eyes were filled with obvious excitement. "When I was first beaten, I was actually very resentful."
“If it weren’t for the fact that gentlemen never hit women, I would definitely have fought back.”
"That's normal emotion," Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought Lu Yile's future husband was a real pervert.
She was already thinking about how to persuade Lu Yile to give up the arranged marriage.
Given Lu Yile's personality, she will definitely have children. If her partner is a mentally challenged person with a mental disability, it would be a real worry about the quality of the next generation.
Wen Yao: "Then why did you change your attitude?"
Zhao Guang: "After I was beaten, I complained to my good friend, and he told me about Lele's past deeds."
Zhao Guang had studied abroad for many years and only recently returned, so he naturally didn't know much about Lu Yile's family affairs.
“When her illegitimate son, Lu Ji, came to her door to provoke her, she punched him and knocked out three of his teeth.”
"Chairman Lu brought his mistress to seek justice for Lu Ji. She directly picked up a baseball bat and broke her father's leg, and gave Chairman Lu's mistress a concussion."
"Chairman Lu brought his illegitimate son to the board meeting, hoping to take the opportunity to reveal the illegitimate son's identity and parachute him into a position."
"Lele actually kicked over Chairman Lu's chair in public and locked her own father and Lu Ji out of the door."
Zhao Guang laughed again as he spoke, pointing to the redness and swelling on his face. "Compared to her, she was too lenient with me. Lele is really an interesting girl."
Upon hearing this, the memory pack in Wen Yao's mind suddenly decompressed.
Her memories flashed back to Lu Yile's past: learning martial arts at age three, Taekwondo at age eight, Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) at age twelve, and later Muay Thai...
Before becoming President Lu, she had an even more prestigious title:
S City Boxing Champion
No one whose boxing skills are better than hers dares to fight; and no one who dares to fight is as skilled as her.
After all, he's someone who shows no mercy even to his own father, and will strike hard at the slightest provocation.
After Wen Yao transmigrated into the book, Lu Yile had already inherited the family business and become mature and stable.
8848 determined that this was redundant data and did not decompress it until it was triggered by Zhao Guang's words.
Wen Yao: "..."
That's good too. Learning literature is for calmly reasoning with others, while learning martial arts is for others to calmly reason with her.
No matter what, Lu Yile won't suffer a loss.
"You're Lele's best friend, tell me what she likes?" Zhao Guang asked expectantly.
“She only likes money and an unshakeable position,” Wen Yao replied immediately.
"Hehehe, I can give it all to her!" Zhao Guang laughed a little foolishly, full of confidence in his love life.
"That's wonderful." Wen Yao smiled as well.
Thinking of Lu Yile's classic saying, "It's only a crime if you get caught; if you don't get caught, it's just an accident," she silently lit a candle for Zhao Guang.
Sorry, Young Master Zhao, but I still love Sister Lele more. You'll just be manipulated by her!
Back home, Wen Yao resumed her monthly routine—
A portrait of Fu Lizhi.
Wen Yao sighed, "8848, this is really outrageous. Even the original Wen Yao might not be able to paint Fu Lizhi now, but I have to paint one every month."
8848: [What are you sighing about? For the past few months since I transmigrated into this book, wasn't it all drawn by me?]
You didn't even lift a finger!
"Hehe, you've worked hard."
While complaining about how hard it was, she asked 8848 to play movies in her head.
Before long, 8848's attention was also drawn to it, and only his hands were still mechanically drawing, while his mind was completely absorbed by the movie.
So Fu Jinzhi came to find Wen Yao and called her name several times outside the art studio, but no one responded.
The only way to enter was to push the door open.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Wen Yao painting.
He stepped forward and gently patted Wen Yao's shoulder. "Weren't you in the art studio? Why didn't you answer?"
Wen Yao and 8848's attention was finally drawn back. Looking at the painting that was mostly finished on the canvas, they were so startled that they dropped their pens on the spot.
Fu Jinzhi had already seen Fu Lizhi in the painting. He stood calmly with his hands hanging down, his expression serene, but his dark eyes seemed to hold a storm.
"You're so engrossed in drawing your older brother?"
They didn't even hear his calls.
Wen Yao forced a smile, her throat a little dry. "You know, I'm a serious person."
Mr. Red Oil, you've been wronged!
She was just engrossed in watching the movie, not absorbed in painting!
After giving herself a few positive self-talks to calm herself down, Wen Yao regained her confidence:
“I’ve recently become very interested in portraiture and I’m practicing with people around me.”
"Really? Then Yaoyao should draw me. We've been together for so long, you could draw me even with your eyes closed, right?" Fu Jinzhi said, as if he were joking.
Wen Yao froze. With 8848 around, she could indeed draw it with her eyes closed.
But the problem is, how can her printing-like technique be seen in public?
Before she could think of a solution, Fu Jinzhi had already unfolded a canvas for her. "Come on, paint a portrait of me."
"Host, shall I do it?" 8848 asked cautiously.
Wen Yao gritted her teeth, her eyes resolute, "Fine, I'll do it."
She put in her best effort and used her simple drawing skills to start drawing in front of Fu Jinzhi.
Fu Jinzhi stood right next to him, his expression shifting from a smile to confusion and then to shock.
No, is this him that Wen Yao painted?
Let alone whether he looks like Fu Jinzhi, it's a stretch to even say that he's a person.
Half an hour later, Wen Yao stiffened her neck and stubbornly looked at Fu Jinzhi:
"I've finished drawing."
"Yaoyao," Fu Jinzhi's voice was somewhat hoarse, "what did you draw?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yao immediately became furious and embarrassed.
She jumped up and pointed her paintbrush at Fu Jinzhi's nose, "Of course it's you!"
"You're such a country bumpkin, haven't you ever heard of abstract art?"
"Art, do you even understand art?!"
Fu Jin came from a good family. In order to cultivate his taste, his grandfather took him to visit art exhibitions and listen to classical music concerts from a young age.
He had seen many abstract works, but he had never seen anything as purely abstract as Wen Yao's paintings.
Fu Jinzhi has always been a somewhat sarcastic and sharp-tongued person, often leaving even his family speechless with his remarks.
But when facing Wen Yao, he was like a young man experiencing the first stirrings of love, only wanting to show his best side.
But at this moment, he couldn't hold back any longer. Meeting Wen Yao's furious eyes, he fearlessly commented:
"Art can evoke feelings of joy and sorrow, but it cannot allow people to witness the impermanence of life."
Wen Yao's eyes sharpened instantly, and she sneered, "Art can't let you see the Black and White Impermanence, but I can."
"Would you like to see me transform into a beautiful young widow in three seconds?"
Fu Jinzhi immediately dropped his mocking expression and smiled gently, "I mean you have a lot of room for improvement. Keep practicing and everything will get better."
From ugly to really ugly.
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