The Painting is Heart-breaking, and the Plain Paper is Stained with Blood Hatred
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My wife Qin Ya gently begged me to borrow the painting for the exhibition, but she secretly erased it and replaced it with her name to take the honor. She began to disparage me in public as an amateur, called me a three-legged cat, and forbade me from mentioning my paintings in front of outsiders. She became worse and worse, burning all my paintbrushes, pouring ink on my head, slapping me and forcing me to kneel down and wipe it clean. "You, a bastard like you, can only be used as a stepping stone for me!" Qin Ya was wearing a Chanel dress worth 100,000 yuan, with vicious mockery in her eyes: "What kind of bad painting can a man draw?" "You should thank me. Without me, you would never win an award in this life!" I clenched my hands into fists and stared at her with trembling eyes.
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