Master's Untamed Wife

Chapter 844 Blood Is Boiling

　　"Even though Raelle thinks differently than most people, you really don't have to think so much about it," said Song Xin'ai. "Her strongest point is, that she is eager to learn. That point alone is enough to keep her will to live alive. She likes to explore things. People who like exploring don't get bored of living."

　　"Even if I know that, I can't stop myself from worrying," replied Mu Chenyan. 

　　Song Xin'ai stared at her before saying, "Oh what a surprise! The might Mu Chenyan has fallen. She actually has a weakness now. Never thought this day would come." Just from this conversation, Song Xin'ai already deduced how much importance Raelle had in Mu Chenyan's life. 

　　"You're right," agreed Mu Chenyan with her words. "When I didn't have her around, I wasn't scared of anything. Even death couldn't trouble me because everything was just pointless. But now... I get scared very easily when it concerns her."

　　"You found a good husband for her," said Song Xin'ai. "Although he seems to be completely different from her, that's actually good."

　　"Right?" Mu Chenyan looked proud when she spoke. "I picked him not just because he was a good person. It was also because he was so much different than Elle. He has what she doesn't. Since they both can offer what the other person needs, they complete each other perfectly."

　　"Did no one know about her pregnancy?" asked Song Xin'ai.

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　　Mu Chenyan's mood fell when he heard that question. "Of course, not. Will I even let her step out of her room if I knew she was pregnant? It's my fault for taking this into consideration and just believing in her. How could I trust her with her health? Even if she had a common cold, I'd keep her in bed for days. Would I have let her roam around at a banquet if I knew she was pregnant? I almost became a grandaunt!" Her hands clenched as her eyes raged once again, "Argh! Why did I send that bitch to the police so soon? My blood is boiling again!"

　　Song Xin'ai lifted her hand and patted her shoulder, "Stop being so harsh on yourself."

　　"I can't help it either," said Mu Chenyan.

　　She took deep breaths to calm down while Song Xin'ai raised her brows at Mu Chenyan. In the past, Mu Chenyan's temper won't go down unless she vented it. Now, she even learned to control her emotions. What progress! And seeing it, Song Xin'ai actually felt very happy in her heart.

　　"Song Jie, how are you?" asked Mu Chenyan all of a sudden stunning Song Xin'ai.

　　"I'm fine," answered Song Xin'ai.

　　Mu Chenyan tsked at that response. "You're still very used to saying you're fine, eh?" Song Xin'ai smiled but didn't say anything else. 

　　"About that secret admirer of yours..." started Song Xin'ai as she took out her phone and placed it before Mu Chenyan. "It's about this if I'm not wrong."

　　Mu Chenyan looked at the photo of the same painting once again. Her ex-sister-in-law and future sister-in-law both showed her the same thing. She wasn't sure how to feel about this.

　　But she still nodded honestly. "Yeah. It's about this."

　　Song Xin'ai rummaged out tickets from her bag and gave them to her, "Since you want to know who is behind it, isn't it better to go and attend the exhibition yourself?"

　　Mu Chenyan stared at the exhibition passes but didn't take them just yet. She looked up at Song Xin'ai, "Jie, why do you have this? You aren't exactly someone who can resonate with art. You've never even liked these things. That's why you mostly had nothing to talk about with your mother-in-law."

　　  "A person like me still can't understand the beauty of these art pieces," replied Song Xin'ai. "However, someone sent me that photo asking if the person in the painting is you. I said no. So, that person sent me the tickets and asked me to go myself to check it in person."

　　"Who asked if it's me? How can they tell it's me? You can only see half of my face," said Mu Chenyan.

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　　"Chenyan, people who knew you back then can't mistake that's you," said Song Xin'ai. "By the way, earlier I was joking. This painting is definitely by a man."

　　"You don't know the artist?" asked Mu Chenyan.

　　"He doesn't appear before the public," replied Song Xin'ai.

　　"Coward! He dares to only hide behind anonymity to save himself." She humped to herself and added, "You don't have to give me these passes. I can get my own."

　　"Tomorrow is the last day of the exhibition," said Song Xin'ai. "And I certainly am not fond of such activities. It's practically a waste of time if I go. I can't even appreciate the artist's hard work. So, it's better if someone who really knows about art goes there."

　　"That just reminded me, my godmother used to say I should have a mild temper. The hands that paint should be steady and the heart of the person calm. She said a violent person like me doesn't deserve to pick up the paintbrush ever again."

　　"And that's when you stopped learning painting from her," added Song Xin'ai. 

　　"Well, she wasn't wrong," said Mu Chenyan. "Besides, my interest in painting only lasted for that long anyway. After that, I did pick up my paintbrush. Twice actually. One time was to teach my Elle how to paint. That didn't go so well since Elle turned out to be someone who only liked looking at a painting but had no interest in learning it." She smiled to herself at the memory of that. "And the other time was to teach..." she didn't continue but her brows knitted together. She took the phone from Song Xin'ai again and looked at the painting once more.

　　"It seems you don't even have to go over to know who is the secret admirer," said Song Xin'ai with a knowing smile.

　　She took the exhibition tickets from Song Xin'ai and said, "I have to go to be certain."