Outsider: The Fifth Young Master of the Kang Family

"Why do men like to dress like this nowadays?"

At noon that day, a man wearing a see-through top and rainbow-colored jeans walked into the Kang family. Zhu Wanling asked him to sit down and quietly pulled Kang Qirui over to ask this. Kang Qirui looked at A-Zu's friend and could only say helplessly, "Maybe this is an artist."

After a while, the wild model also came to Kang's house and asked, "Is the artist here?" After listening to A Zu's words, she dressed up well today, put on delicate facial makeup, wore a tube top on her upper body to reveal her shoulders and waist, and wore tight jeans on her lower body.

"Artist?" Zhu Wanling glanced at the man sitting on the sofa and said, "That's it. By the way, A-Zu has something to do on the set today so he can't come. I'll let you two chat on your own."

The wild model took a look at the artist and said, "Very good, very cool. Much more reliable than the wild boar scientist yesterday." Then she sat next to the artist and greeted him, "I'm Rumeng, who are you?"

"Ruhua." The artist said. Zhu Wanling and Kang Qirui were speechless watching from behind, and could only say: "You guys sit here for a while, we won't disturb you guys chatting, we'll go in first." They chose to turn a blind eye.

"Ms. Rumeng, you are really different."

As they chatted, they ended up talking to each other, then said hello to Zhu Wanling and left Kang's house together, saying they were going out shopping.

It was already around eight or nine in the evening when Ye Mo returned to Kang's house. She was carrying a newly bought bag and took out a stack of money and handed it to Zhu Wanling, "Sister Wanling, this is the rent for the first two months. We are now settled. I will pay you the rent for next month."

Zhu Wanling accepted the money with a puzzled look on her face, while her second sister-in-law said with emotion: "I heard that you two had a very good chat today. Did you confirm your relationship so quickly? It's different if you have a boyfriend. Why did you spend the money so quickly?"

"So how can women live without men?" the second brother joked.

"Did the artist really give it to you?" Zhu Wanling asked.

“Stop, stop, stop.” The wild model waved her hands and said unhappily, “I’m not asking for money for nothing. That’s my labor remuneration.”

The second brother was surprised when he heard this and asked, "What are you working on?"

The wild model glared at the second brother and said, "I have been a model for him for a whole day. What are you thinking?"

The second brother clapped his hands and said regretfully, "You, you, you silly girl, do you understand the market? A day's human figure sketch costs at least two thousand yuan. How much is this here? You are at a disadvantage."

"What nude model? Look at his paintings." Ye Mo took out a painting from her new bag, an abstract painting. "Although I don't understand this painting, he said he drew it based on me. There's even a human figure in it."

Everyone looked at the painting for a long time, but they couldn't figure out what it had to do with the wild model. A-Zu said, "I tell you, they don't understand, but I do. This is an abstract art painting. You know Picasso, right? He's a master of abstract art. One of his paintings is worth millions of dollars. It's in this style."

"You said this is an abstract painting?" Ye Mo asked, and A Zu nodded. Ye Mo then asked, "How much is this painting worth?" A Zu was stunned. How could he know this? He glanced at Kang Qirui who was quietly reading a newspaper next to him, and said, "You have to ask A Rui about this. He knows about this. He is a disciple of a famous Chinese painting family (see Chapter 88). Chinese painting is also painting. He knows this thing best."

Ye Mo and everyone else looked at Kang Qirui. Kang Qirui put down the newspaper and took Ye Mo's abstract painting. After looking at it carefully for a while, he commented, "This painting is quite ordinary. It is just a relatively elementary work of abstract art. A large part of it is figurative. Abstract art works come from the artist's subjective impression of the real world and are not bound by objective images. They emphasize the reflection of the artist's emotions and feelings. And this work has a large part that is figurative, which means it is still bound by objective images. So it is quite ordinary and elementary." Ye Mo was immediately disappointed when he heard this. Kang Qirui comforted him, "Painters all grow up from the general and elementary levels. As long as you two get along well, there is no need to be too constrained by his painting level." Ye Mo thought about the income from being a model for Ruhua for a day, and nodded, thinking it made sense. After all, that man was at least rich.

"Rumeng, it's time to eat." At noon the next day, the writer came to the wild model's room, knocked on the door and said.

"No more eating." The wild model was just trying to choose clothes for the date, so she had no time to eat. But the writer thought the wild model was unhappy, so he said, "Don't lock yourself in the house all the time. What's wrong with you? If anyone bullies you, tell me."

The wild model became more and more annoyed as she listened, so she simply opened the door and said, "You are the one who is irritated, stay away from me."

"I noticed that you were in a bad mood after you came back yesterday. I thought you cried." The writer said with pretended concern. "I cried? I can't even laugh yet." The wild model laughed.

"What are you so happy about?" the writer asked. Seeing that the wild model just looked at him without answering, he asked again: "Did you find a wallet? Did someone introduce you to a business?"

The wild model sighed helplessly and said, "What kind of business are you talking about? If you really want to know, I'll tell you. Someone introduced me to a boyfriend. I met him and I think he's okay. He's pretty good."

"I knew it, you must be pregnant." The writer was a little slow to react, and then he said angrily: "What? Who? Which bastard is so wicked to introduce you to a boyfriend?"

"Don't worry about it." The wild model certainly wouldn't betray A-Zu, and said sweetly, "Anyway, you should take it easy in the future, I'm already taken."

"Tell me who that little jerk is, and I'll tell you I'm going to duel with him today." The writer was furious, "How dare he steal my girlfriend."

Ye Mo glanced at him, covered his mouth and laughed: "You are really ambitious. If you really dare to duel with others, I will consider you."

"You tell me the time and place." The writer was completely provoked.

"He will be here soon. If you want to duel, just wait." Ye Mo shrugged and said indifferently. The writer left after hearing this. He went out to have a good meal and drank two bottles of wine. He thought that a full meal would give him strength to fight, and drinking was to give himself courage.

When he returned to Zhu's house after eating and drinking, he heard Yemo and Ruhua chatting and laughing in the room. He slammed the door, "Come out, come out now." It really looked like a duel.

Yemo opened the door, and Ruhua came out of the room and greeted him, "Brother." The writer clenched his fist and raised it in the air, staring at Ruhua with fiery eyes. Ruhua smiled. He was taller than Yemo and even taller than the writer by a whole head. He was not panicked at all, but teased, "Is there something wrong with your hand? Is it cramped?"

"No." The writer was a little scared when he saw Ruhua's height. It turns out that being drunk does not necessarily make a person brave.

"He wants to practice boxing with you." Yemo said to Ruhua with a smile. Ruhua also smiled, "Practice boxing? What kind of boxing do you learn? Monkey boxing? Drunken boxing? Praying mantis boxing? But I think your posture is wrong." He gently patted the writer's clenched fist and broke it, "I am learning free fighting. If you want to practice, I can accompany you to learn from each other."

"What are you discussing?" The writer was completely intimidated. "I'm just joking." (End of this chapter)