Chapter 58 - Cut Open His Heart and Let Her See It

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The third young master had always treated his hair as his treasure. How could he go and get a haircut when he would go and dye his hair every few days?

Back when Mr. Ji was still around, he did not like third young master’s hair. In order to get him to cut his hair, he cut the third young master’s living expenses for a month. However, the third young master insisted on it and refused to give in. Even if he did not have money, he would not cut his hair.

“Tt seems like I have to find a time to go to the hospital to have my ears checked,” the butler muttered. He actually heard that the third young master was going to have his hair cut. This was too scary. What if he heard something wrong and offended the masters the next time?

Ji Zhou glanced at the butler with an unknown gaze and sat back down on the sofa. His large hands with distinct joints covered his eyes and also blocked his obscure expression.

Their father was a playboy, and his mother was not inferior to him either. After realizing that it was impossible for her to marry into the Ji family, she took the money that his father gave her and lived a carefree life abroad. It was said that she had recently gotten herself an eighteen-year-old boyfriend.

Eighteen years old. That was even younger than Ji Zhou.

With such parents, he was used to the chaotic life of the wealthy circle. He had long been used to such a muddy life. Everyone was like that anyway, right? This world was so f*cking boring!

Ji Zhou was passionate about racing in all kinds of dangerous places. When he was racing, he had thought countless times that it would be good to die like this. But now, his chest was filled with indescribable frustration and emptiness. For the first time, he felt that his mud-like life was incompatible with

the Ji family.

He smashed the sofa hard. The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and he fell into a long silence. A storm was brewing downstairs, but it was peaceful upstairs.

After instructing Ji Ning on the violin, everyone went to Ji Zhou’s art studio. Ji Zhou’s private space was very important to him. Other than himself and the servants who cleaned the place, his studio was practically forbidden to anyone else.2

It was the first time that so many people had come to this small studio. The empty room instantly became much more populated. Unlike the others, Ji Zhou’s studio was not filled with his work. The walls of the studio were clean. Even the drawing board was placed to one side. His back was facing the door

as if he did not want anyone to see his work.

This cold and clean way of furnishing the studio fully expressed the owner’s rejection of the outside world.

Shen Hanxing stood at the door and looked around. She did not take the initiative to open the drawing board to look at Ji Mo’s painting. Instead, she stood where she was and said, “Xiao Mo, you can show your work now.”

She was so polite and considerate. This made Ji Mo, who was originally feeling very uncomfortable because his space had been invaded by outsiders, secretly let out a sigh of relief in his heart. On the surface, he still looked obedient and gentle. “Okay, Sister-in-law. Please wait a moment. I’ll go and look

for it now.”

Ji Mo went to look through his completed works. After his finger landed on one of the paintings, he paused slightly. He wore a rather conflicted expression on his face. With his back facing the crowd, dark emotions seethed in his eyes. He was about to break the thin layer of calmness and restraint on the

surface.

After much hesitation, he finally picked up another painting.

“Are you done?” Han Yin urged impatiently. “Why does it take so long to pick up a painting?”

“I found it,” Ji Mo curled his lips and smiled. “Don’t be anxious.”

Before turning around, his eyes flashed for a moment. Suddenly, he seemed to have made up his mind and grabbed the painting that he had been hesitating about. Ji Mo’s hair had natural curls. The youth stood by the window and smiled. His body was covered with the afterglow of the setting sun. He

looked like a little prince who had walked out of a fairy tale, clean and beautiful.

Ji Mo passed the painting over with his fair hands. There was a probing look in his eyes as if he was examining the person in front of him. However, his voice was very gentle. “Sister-in-law, here.”

‘TIl show you just what kind of monster I am that I’m able to make my own mother loathe me. Yet, she’s unwilling to abandon me for the sake of money.’

Shen Hanxing seemed to be unaware of his strange behavior. Her expression remained the same as she took the painting and opened it.

When Han Yin and Ji Ning saw the contents of the painting, they could not help but exclaim in surprise. Ji Ning even took a step back in fear. Ji Mo looked at their reactions expressionlessly, but his eyes were flashing with an evil and joyful light. It was as if their reactions pleased him.

However, under the teasing gaze, there seemed to be an even stronger emotion covered in a layer of ice. It was as though he was suppressing sorrow and sadness, which were surging intensely.

Ji Mo no longer looked at their reactions. His gaze shifted to Shen Hanxing’s face.

Ji Mo’s painting had a very thick dark style. The background color of this painting was thick black. Large patches of black painted a depressing atmosphere on the canvas. It was as if dark clouds were stifling the city..