Mu Yan thought of the first time she met Jiang Jingheng; he knew everything about her.
She didn't expect him to investigate her so thoroughly, even those trivial matters were not overlooked.
She frowned and said, "Since you know I painted it, you should know it's not worth much."
Jiang Jingheng glanced at her, "Do you think I can tolerate my wife's work being collected by another man?"
Mu Yan suddenly didn't know what to say; this man's pettiness was truly like a needle's eye.
It's really no surprise that he would mind.
Jiang Jingheng caressed her cheek and said softly, "Wife, when will you paint a picture for me?"
Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, looked at him, somewhat troubled, "I... I can't paint."
"Hmm?"
She lowered her head, instinctively rubbing her right hand against her left wrist, and said softly, "My hand can't paint anymore."
Jiang Jingheng took her left hand, gently massaging her wrist, and asked, "Wasn't that tie clip design draft you drew last time?"
