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I brought my mother's ashes back to the countryside for burial. Lu Jingtian came along as well. He looked guilty and wanted to apologize. I directly picked up a broom and chased him out. "Leave! My mother doesn't want to see you!" Lu Jingtian said, "Li Ying, I'm here to help. Please calm down." "Help?" I laughed coldly. "When my mother was alive, you refused to see her for the last time. Now you're pretending to be a filial son?" "Get out! I don't want to see you!" Lu Jingtian refused to leave. He feigned concern and said, "Li Ying, I know you're upset, but we can't let Auntie leave in peace." "Don't worry, I won't disturb you. Once the funeral is over, I'll leave on my own." I was disgusted by his insincerity. "Do whatever you want." I turned and walked away.
The funeral was very low-key; there were no extravagant arrangements, just a few neighbors from the village. After everything was taken care of, I calmly said to him, "Let's go back to the city tomorrow and finalize the divorce paperwork. You can leave with nothing." Lu Jingtian nodded, "Okay." Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at it and walked outside to take the call with an unnatural expression. I closed the door behind him. He didn't come back in.
That night, I had a long dream. It took me back four years ago when I had just married Lu Jingtian. At that time, we were very poor, living in a village in the city. To save on rent, we squeezed into the cheapest studio apartment.
Lu Jingtian went to a bar to drink and heard someone playing and singing "Childhood." He got completely drunk and cried bitterly while holding me. He said, "Li Ying, I can't bear to part with you. I can't bear to see you suffer with me." "Li Ying, I can't give you anything. I can only offer you an empty promise." "Li Ying, I will treat you well for the rest of my life." In his drunken state, he proposed to me. There were no flowers, no rings, just his hoarse voice and burning gaze. I married him and became his most beautiful bride.
In the second year of our marriage, he spent all the money he earned on painting. Our finances were tight, and we struggled to make ends meet. To support our living, I had to work hard, but I never complained. Because I knew he loved me. His love was passionate and sincere. At night when we slept, he always held me tightly as if afraid someone would take me away.
He would buy me little gifts on the street, help massage me when I was tired, and stay up all night watching over me when I was sick. He said, "Li Ying, you are the most precious person in my life. I will make you happy." I believed him. I gave myself to him without reservation. I thought we would continue to be this happy.
But unexpectedly... When I woke up from a dream, I had a high fever and my mind was hazy. I lay alone at home for two days. Lu Jingtian still hadn't come back. Struggling to get up, I poured myself a glass of water, took some medicine to reduce the fever, and then continued to lie down. In a daze, I fell asleep again.
By the time I fully woke up, it was already noon on the third day. The fever had subsided, and I felt much better. I opened my phone and saw that my business partner had sent me many messages, saying there was a problem with the red wine supply and urging me to come over quickly. I hurriedly packed my things, treated myself, and took medicine until I recovered. I let out a long sigh of relief. I had grown up. But why did my heart ache so much?
Lu Jingtian held a solo art exhibition in Paris, gaining widespread fame. The art world master Qiu Wen attended the exhibition and praised Lu Jingtian's works highly. My best friend from university, Xu Yalan, called me: "Li Ying, your husband is now a big shot!"
"I heard that the piece he exhibited sold for thirty million; oh my, you must be getting rich!"
I gave a bitter smile and said, "Is that so?"
"Of course! But..." Xu Yalan hesitated and said, "There's something I find quite strange."
"What is it?"
"Didn't your husband paint a piece called 'Muse'? I heard it was about his first love."
"Yes."
"The strange thing is, your husband placed this painting in the most prominent position at the exhibition but refused to sell it."
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