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Chapter 416

Pei Yong sighed deeply and continued, "I don\'t know what you\'re thinking, but Shuangshuang isn\'t married yet. You\'re guarding such a big house alone, driving your son to desperation. You also let Shuangshuang live in the dorm. Aren\'t you worried that something might happen to your daughter?"

"What could happen? She\'s not the only one living in the dorm. Plus she didn\'t want to stay home herself. What can I do? Should I tie her up at home?" Hearing him blame her, Wang Yue became impatient again. "If you have something to say, just say it directly. I don\'t have time to chat here with you, Pei Yong. We might as well not waste time. The kids aren\'t only mine. If you don\'t like how I do it, then go take care of them yourself!"

She was just being stubborn.

Home alone facing the empty house, she also felt extremely lonely.

She had driven her son out at first just wanting him to soften a bit. If he had listened back then, how could things have gotten to this point!

He had desperately married someone and brought them home, but that didn\'t go well either. Now his wife had changed several times already. Wang Yue went from worried at first to used to it now.

Even if Pei JianGuo said he was getting divorced tomorrow, she wouldn\'t find it surprising.

As for Shuangshuang, she had moved out originally because of conflicts with Lu Keqin. Later, having tasted freedom\'s charm, she didn\'t want to be nagged at home either.

Just having stayed up all night because of that painting, Wang Yue now felt completely helpless hearing Pei Yong\'s attitude.

"Shuangshuang\'s nude painting appeared at an auction yesterday. As her mother, do you even know that if Zhixin hadn\'t happened to be there too to spend big money buying that painting, your daughter would have already become famous now? Our whole family would be famous!" Pei Yong yelled out these words. After yelling, even he himself started falling apart.

Wang Yue was also frightened dumb, staring blankly for a long time before speaking up. "That can\'t be. Pei Yong, this joke isn\'t funny at all. She\'s your kid. You can\'t wrong her like this. You\'ll ruin her..."

"The painting is in my living room."

After Pei Yong said that, Wang Yue didn\'t even close the door. She ran out in her slippers.

Pei JianGuo had just gotten to his job when he received his father\'s call to come back. They all gathered together in the living room at home.

In the dark rented apartment, Pei Shuangshuang listened to Mu Yang talking proudly about himself almost blankly.

His painting had been purchased for the high price of 10,000 RMB. He believed it wouldn\'t take long before he would become famous in this circle. His works would be sought after by everyone and he would become a real artist, making both fame and fortune.

Not like now where he could only squeeze together in this small rental unit, eating cheap meals. Even that depended on a woman\'s provisions.

He had painted it for her when she was aroused by passion for him. He said he loved her appearance in that moment and wanted to preserve it to slowly appreciate.

She had catered to his preferences letting him manipulate her, leaving that kind of painting behind.

She knew how lewd and sultry it was. In her 30s, she naturally also knew what kind of consequences would follow if the painting spread.

She wasn\'t shameless, just loved him too much and trusted him too deeply.

But now, looking at this man madly kissing her, full of passion, it made her heart turn cold.

"What\'s wrong baby?"

Feeling no response from her, Mu Yang stopped and asked her.

"How could you...take that painting to auction?" Pei Shuangshuang questioned him. "Mu Yang, do you really love me or not?"

"Of course I love you. It\'s precisely because I love you so much that I long even more strongly for success. I want to give you a better life!" Mu Yang said emotionally. "Baby, don\'t you want to be with me forever enjoying the joy of success? I always thought you were different from others. I chose to sell that painting because I felt it was my best work, also the most perfect and outstanding work. This isn\'t just my praise for it, but also the soul you gave it. Don\'t think of it as something obscene. It\'s art. Do you understand art?"

"Who bought the painting?" Pei Shuangshuang asked with a shattered face. "I don\'t want to talk to you about art right now. That\'s your art, something you like. I was willing to like it for your sake, but that doesn\'t mean I can shamelessly lose face for you. Mu Yang, you better pray that painting doesn\'t make too many waves. Otherwise I won\'t let you stay in Jincheng easily!"

After all, a substitute was still a substitute. No matter how alike, no matter how well it imitated temperament, it could never imitate character.

Pei Shuangshuang liked his appearance when he quietly painted without speaking. That was when he looked most similar to that person, and also most serious. She also liked when he went crazy for her. It comforted her physically and mentally.

But now, all the liking collapsed at this moment, shattering into fragments that could never be glued back together.

The scenes appearing in her mind were all of others pointing at her and scolding him for being so shameless behind their backs.

Just thinking that a nude painting of herself was now exposed to so many people\'s eyes made her feel like she might as well be dead.

Pei Shuangshuang\'s words also made Mu Yang realize her anger. He stammered, "I can\'t get it back. The bid went through already. I also don\'t know who bought it."

But deep down, he still felt ecstatic. He still felt it wasn\'t wrong to take this painting out. A full 10,000 RMB price. Hearing about it made him feel both amazed and regretful.

Amazed that he would definitely become hugely famous. Regretful that he wouldn\'t get a cent of that money.

Facing such an honest Mu Yang, Pei Shuangshuang held back the urge to take a knife and hack him. "Mu Yang, you\'d better pray that painting doesn\'t make too big of waves. Otherwise, just you wait!"

A few years of romance shattered in this moment.