After that thought surfaced, Luo Zheng picked up the painting, tore it into pieces, and threw it onto the ground.
She then raised her arm to lift up the other canvases. Indeed… they were all Xi Mubai’s paintings!
Luo Zheng was beyond furious.
Hence, she grabbed them and tore them into pieces again before stomping on them furiously.
That was not all. There were a total of more than ten paintings in the studio. Every time she lifted the canvas, she would see… Li Ge’s paintings without exception!
Luo Zheng tore them apart one by one, but she did feel the pinch.
As a godly existence in the art scene… Ever since he stopped painting, every piece of his artwork became a classic that was almost priceless.
Undeniably, his paintings were shocking and relatable!
Staring at the last one left, Luo Zheng felt a little breathless.
All of a sudden the door of the studio was pushed open, and Bo Hancheng stared at everything in front of him.
There were torn pieces of paper strewn all over the ground and Luo Zheng seemed to be trying to make things worse as she stomped her feet onto them forcefully.
“Is the poison in your body acting up?”
Bo Hancheng asked calmly as he stood in front of the door.
Luo Zheng got a great shock after hearing his words and she subconsciously hid the last painting behind her back.
She then took a glance at the mess that she had created and somehow felt a little guilty.
Bo Hancheng’s eyes turned gloomy and he entered slowly before gibing, “Seems like you’re not suffering from a relapse. In that case, you just purely hate my paintings?”
He paused and leaned over to pick up the paper shreds before sighing gently. “Do you really hate me that much?”
There seemed to be an unfathomable loneliness in his tone.
The paintings were mainly meant for being a form of emotional sustenance. Although he never hoped for her to admire the paintings… he still felt uneasy about her ruining his efforts.
He would be lying if he said that he didn’t mind.
Luo Zheng’s eyes glistened and she insisted, “Yes, I hate it, I hate it so much!”
At the thought of the numerous paintings of Xi Mubai that Bo Hancheng collected, Luo Zheng felt repulsed!
She watched as he picked up the painting and placed it on a table beside him.
Finally, Bo Hancheng walked towards her and placed a hand under her eyes. “Hand me the painting.”
Luo Zheng held onto it tightly and looked down. “No!”
“Sister Zheng, you ruined all of my paintings and this is the only one left. Are you still reluctant to give it to me?”
Bo Hancheng was tall and hence, he was towering over her like an elder disciplining a disobedient child.
However, Luo Zheng found it to be rather irksome and she glanced at the paintings again. When he picked them up, she felt a little sympathetic.
She suddenly felt an urge to throw a tantrum. “No, no, I refuse! Bo Hancheng, do you know who painted these paintings? Do you know how much I hate that person… ”
She paused and felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. She then took out the last painting and tore it again in front of him.
At last, she flicked the torn pieces at him and said provocatively, “Look, it’s gone. The last one is gone too, I can’t return it to you!”
They held each other’s gazes while standing a few inches apart.
For a long time, Bo Hancheng looked rather cold and sullen. All of a sudden, he raised her chin with his hand and said in a clear and crisp voice, “Luo Zheng, I know you hate me, but… if you’re smart enough, stop saying that you hate me! Otherwise, I really can’t guarantee that I won’t kill you the next time you do!”
After that thought surfaced, Luo Zheng picked up the painting, tore it into pieces, and threw it onto the ground.
She then raised her arm to lift up the other canvases. Indeed… they were all Xi Mubai’s paintings!
Luo Zheng was beyond furious.
Hence, she grabbed them and tore them into pieces again before stomping on them furiously.
That was not all. There were a total of more than ten paintings in the studio. Every time she lifted the canvas, she would see… Li Ge’s paintings without exception!
Luo Zheng tore them apart one by one, but she did feel the pinch.
As a godly existence in the art scene… Ever since he stopped painting, every piece of his artwork became a classic that was almost priceless.
Undeniably, his paintings were shocking and relatable!
Staring at the last one left, Luo Zheng felt a little breathless.
All of a sudden the door of the studio was pushed open, and Bo Hancheng stared at everything in front of him.
There were torn pieces of paper strewn all over the ground and Luo Zheng seemed to be trying to make things worse as she stomped her feet onto them forcefully.
“Is the poison in your body acting up?”
Bo Hancheng asked calmly as he stood in front of the door.
Luo Zheng got a great shock after hearing his words and she subconsciously hid the last painting behind her back.
She then took a glance at the mess that she had created and somehow felt a little guilty.
Bo Hancheng’s eyes turned gloomy and he entered slowly before gibing, “Seems like you’re not suffering from a relapse. In that case, you just purely hate my paintings?”
He paused and leaned over to pick up the paper shreds before sighing gently. “Do you really hate me that much?”
There seemed to be an unfathomable loneliness in his tone.
The paintings were mainly meant for being a form of emotional sustenance. Although he never hoped for her to admire the paintings… he still felt uneasy about her ruining his efforts.
He would be lying if he said that he didn’t mind.
Luo Zheng’s eyes glistened and she insisted, “Yes, I hate it, I hate it so much!”
At the thought of the numerous paintings of Xi Mubai that Bo Hancheng collected, Luo Zheng felt repulsed!
She watched as he picked up the painting and placed it on a table beside him.
Finally, Bo Hancheng walked towards her and placed a hand under her eyes. “Hand me the painting.”
Luo Zheng held onto it tightly and looked down. “No!”
“Sister Zheng, you ruined all of my paintings and this is the only one left. Are you still reluctant to give it to me?”
Bo Hancheng was tall and hence, he was towering over her like an elder disciplining a disobedient child.
However, Luo Zheng found it to be rather irksome and she glanced at the paintings again. When he picked them up, she felt a little sympathetic.
She suddenly felt an urge to throw a tantrum. “No, no, I refuse! Bo Hancheng, do you know who painted these paintings? Do you know how much I hate that person… ”
She paused and felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. She then took out the last painting and tore it again in front of him.
At last, she flicked the torn pieces at him and said provocatively, “Look, it’s gone. The last one is gone too, I can’t return it to you!”
They held each other’s gazes while standing a few inches apart.
For a long time, Bo Hancheng looked rather cold and sullen. All of a sudden, he raised her chin with his hand and said in a clear and crisp voice, “Luo Zheng, I know you hate me, but… if you’re smart enough, stop saying that you hate me! Otherwise, I really can’t guarantee that I won’t kill you the next time you do!”
