นักเขียน: Joe Mai เครื่องแปลภาษา
After eating, she returned to her room upstairs and took out a painting of the Iron Tower of Paris that Dongfang Jun had brought back for her to copy. The painting was the work of the Master of Fine Arts, Zhang Jiachuan, and it had won an award for its beauty.
2An ordinary person would not want to work on something as complicated as that. It was not an easy artwork to copy. However, she still felt grateful for the effort Dongfang Jun went through to get it for her.
2Mu Ru had been too engrossed in her painting that night. She was completely engrossed in the painting and was busy waving her brush on the canvas when she heard someone push the door open. Someone in a wheelchair barged into the room.
2"Is this a place for drawing?" Dongfang Mo said in an old and hoarse. Mu Ru was so frightened that the brush that she had just dipped in oil flew out of her hand.
2She stared blankly as the brush flew towards the wheelchair and hit Dongfang Mo's face. Dongfang Mo's cheek was covered in streaks of green paint. It instantly made Dongfang Mo's face look like an old tree bark.
2Before she could react, Dongfang Mo yelled, "Xi Muru, are you asking for death?"
2Dongfang Mo flung back the paintbrush, and it flew straight towards her like a sword. It hit her forehead and slid down her nose, covering her nose and lips in streaks of green.
2As she took two steps back, the brush landed on her feet. Then, as if the brush that had hit her was something big and heavy, she winced in pain. She felt wounded and defeated.
2She carefully squatted down and picked up the paintbrush. Before she could say anything, Dongfang Mo had already picked up the canvas. It was not even halfway done, and Dongfang Mo flung it to the ground.
2She watched as Dongfang Mo moved his wheelchair and squashed the canvass. She had been painting for more than three hours. She heard cracking sounds. It was the sound of the easel breaking underneath the heavy wheels of Dongfang Mo's wheelchair.
2She could also clearly hear the sound of her heart breaking. Dongfang Mo was frantically squashing her tubs of paint and oil, and Mu Ru felt like it was her own blood, sweat, and tears spilling on the ground.
2"Xi Muru, I'm asking you a question," Dongfang Mo said as he glared at her. He was frowning and looked very angry. He looked very ugly, with the streaks of green paint trickling down his nose and all over the side of his face.
2"I...If I can't paint here, where am I going to do it?" Mu Ru asked as she lowered her head, not daring to look at Dongfang Mo's face. Then, in a soft voice, she muttered, "I don't have a study room, I—"
2Dongfang Mo cut her short yet again. "Did I allow you to paint?" He sounded furious. It was not his usual voice, but he still sounded very angry.
2Mu Ru's voice trembled. "But...I'm a student." She lowered her head and said in a pleading voice, "If you don't let me go to school, I—"
2"You're not a student anymore," Dongfang Mo quickly said to her. He continued, "Stop studying and reading about things in school textbooks. They are part of history and have long disappeared. Instead, you need to learn how to be the first lady of the Dongfang family, how to share the burden of the Dongfang family for your husband, how—"
2Without letting Dongfang Mo finish, Mu Ru said, "I can't learn." She realized that it might make Dongfang Mo angrier, so she tried to say something else. "Well, l learn slowly, but I really like drawing. Can you see if you can—"
2นักเขียน: Joe Mai เครื่องแปลภาษา
"Do you really like to paint?" Dongfang Mo asked her.
2Dongfang Mo stared at Mu Ru's face.
2In a softer tone, he said, "Xi Muru, I gave you a chance to go to school. It doesn't really matter anymore that you weren't able to accomplish the task, but you already brought me so much trouble. How can you have the audacity to talk to me again about going to school?"
2Mu Ru immediately lowered her head. She really didn't have the right to say anything at all.
2She didn't think that Nangong Xun was the Qin Xun she had met from five years ago. She also didn't think that Qin Xun would be so obsessed with that marriage contract that he would pursue her even though she was already technically married to Dongfang Mo.
2"You didn't, did you?"
2Dongfang Mo was staring at Mu Ru mockingly. Mu Ru stayed silent and lowered her head.
2"Xi Muru, since you're so bored at home, then go to the office and help in organizing the bills. Recently, I found out that there's a sum of money that has gone missing, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find someone to look into the accounts. You can do that if you have nothing to do," Dongfang Mo said.
2Dongfang Mo turned the wheelchair to leave, not caring about Mu Ru's feelings at all.
2Mu Ru stood there, looking at the broken Paris Iron Tower painting on the ground. Her color palette was crushed, and the oil spilled everywhere. She stared at the paintbrush near her foot.
2She squatted down and covered her face with her hands. She started to whimper like a child.
2She had been so humble. She had already done her best to treat him well. She treated him as her husband and was determined to accompany him for the rest of his life.
2But why was Dongfang Mo's heart so hard? He cut off her wings and even broke her heart.
2Mother Wang had always said to her, "Little Mu Ru, human hearts are made of flesh. If you treat him well, he will be moved. He will, in turn, treat you well."
2She had always kept Mother Wang's words in mind, so she did her best to always treat Dongfang Mo well. Although he was unattractive and often scared her, she tried her best to restrain her fear.
2However, why couldn't he treat her a little better?
2The next day, Dongfang Mo brought back a pile of bills. He told Mu Ru that they were from the previous year. He asked her to carefully check them and to prepare an organized and detailed report for him. He told her to mark questionable areas with either red or yellow.
2In order to prevent Mu Ru from slacking off, Dongfang Mo locked her in the isolation room again. To prevent her from being distracted, Dongfang Mo confiscated her phone. He told her that he would let her out once she finished the task.
2Xi Muru realized how malevolent Dongfang Mo was. He not only looked bad, he also had a bad personality and character.
2The isolation room was brightly lit. She sat there alone and turned on the computer. She laid out the form that Dongfang Mo had left for her. She checked the dates and opened the first account's transaction record.
2At first, she thought it was a simple task. After going through a few documents, she realized it was a complicated task.
2It wasn't a technical job, however. She could just use the computer to mechanically check the numbers.
2After a while, the numbers and the details became more complicated. The different companies had overlapping situations. For example, Company A is the main supplier of the Eastern Group. The Eastern Group should have paid Company A for the goods delivered. However, the Eastern Group sold the goods to Company B. As a consequence, the Eastern Group asked Company B to pay a portion of the payment to Company A. In fact, the whole account should have been settled by the Eastern Group.
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