Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

There was a painting hanging on that wall.

The sky was a hazy gray-blue, and the girl occupied three-quarters of the frame.

Everyone stared at the painting, and the previous murmurs suddenly fell silent.

The girl in the painting reaches out her hand, extending it to the people outside the picture.

She was holding something in her hand.

A heart.

Despite the existence of elements of horror, the painter's brushstrokes and style completely avoid creating a bloody and terrifying atmosphere, instead giving the painting a fairytale-like innocence.

The girl's eyes were deep and dull, and she smiled with an expression of complete kindness and utter distrust of the world.

Give your heart to the world.

Be kind to everyone you meet.

The reason was unclear, but all the audience members present had this strange thought.

You can feel her gentleness, her kindness, her goodness—

But why?

At the same time, there was a sense of fear.

The child, nestled in his mother's arms, hunched his neck, clinging to her, and remained motionless.

The boy, who was holding his girlfriend, unconsciously tightened his embrace.

Everyone was instantly drawn into the dreamlike state created by the entire gallery and its paintings.

Cao Shuang was the first to wake up.

Because he knew the people in the painting better than anyone else.

He snapped out of his momentary surprise and astonishment and immediately looked around.

He had never seen the painting before.

When was it drawn?

She actually painted this picture without his knowledge?

Cao Shuang has only seen one style of An Qin's work.

His deep, lifeless eyes gazed out of the painting as if they were gazing at the world's sorrow.

The client raved about the style, saying it was as if it could absorb all sadness.

He had been asking Anqin to paint similar works.

He didn't care what state of mind or mood Anqin was in when he painted these pictures.

Anyway, that's about all her talent is capable of.

Anqin's talent is nothing special.

What greater achievements could she possibly attain? Her life is filled with melancholy and weakness; she's just a soft-spoken, obedient child. That's all there is to it.

She doesn't deserve these.

But when An Qin's works unfolded before him in a completely new guise—

He was stunned and shocked—she had this talent.

At the same time, there is jealousy, resentment, and disbelief.

These thoughts eventually coalesced into a venomous resentment that raged through his mind.

But the lobby lights were exactly what everyone was thinking.

Before I could recover from my shock, the lobby lights suddenly came on.

Once one lamp is lit, thousands of lights illuminate the homes, starting from that small crystal chandelier and extending outwards.

The lights illuminated the tea and snacks prepared on both sides, as well as the clean, light gray stone walls and the solemnly colored stained glass.

The lights spread out like flames, illuminating the corridors on both sides of the lobby and guiding everyone's gaze to the exhibition halls that followed. These exhibition halls were also draped with curtains, like half-hidden beauties waiting for people to see their true faces.

This timing was perfect, hitting the nail on the head.

The audience below the stage spontaneously applauded and cheered.

Amid applause, three figures emerged from the second floor.

A pretty girl with light brown hair was linked arm-in-arm with a charming girl with dark hair, and they walked ahead together.

The young man in the silver-gray suit lagged behind them, perfectly positioned as their protector.

When the crowd saw the three of them, they cheered even louder.

Cao Shuang was the only one who didn't cheer. He stood in the crowd, staring intently at An Qin, who was wearing a light lotus-colored dress, with her hair up, looking fresh and sweet, completely different from the An Qin he remembered.

Chapter Twenty-Six: What Do You Want Me to Do? (5K)

Anqin is no longer the pale and haggard woman she once was in the attic.

Like a lily that has drunk its fill of water and nutrients, her little face has a glow.

Although she eats much more nutritious meals than before, Anqin doesn't gain much weight and remains slender.

Her waist was exceptionally slender, and she moved with a graceful, swaying gait.

Her originally deep, dull brown eyes were unsettling, giving off an abyss-like emptiness when you stared at them. Now, with her glasses removed, the blurry focus and squinting gaze made her eyes appear hazy.

From being empty and lifeless to being mysterious and unpredictable, it's just a change in the persona they project to others.

Instead, it gave people the impression that she was indeed a mysterious female painter, and they nodded repeatedly.

Bai Weiran saw everyone's reactions and felt both amused and exasperated.

On the importance of packaging, and how a label can change a person's impression.

But first of all, Anqin must have such innate talent.

He thought he would follow them slowly, and the tea-haired girl glanced back casually, their eyes meeting.

A gentle, shy smile radiated from her.

Bai Weiran thought she was nervous in front of everyone, so he smiled at her to ease her tension.

Unexpectedly, An Qin quickly looked away. From his angle, he could clearly see An Qin tightening her grip on Qin Ning's arm and whispering something into Qin Ning's soft, plump ear.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ning immediately raised her chin, snorted, and scolded softly.

"What are you afraid of? With me here, there's nothing to be afraid of! Hold your head high! This is your art exhibition."

"There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Even when Qin Ning is cursing, her voice is delicate and crisp, her pronunciation is clear, and it's very pleasant to listen to.

Upon hearing this, An Qin's lips curved into an even wider, gentle smile.

She glanced behind her again, and although she had been scolded, her shy smile clearly revealed her satisfaction.

Bai Weiran: ………………?

Oh no, there's a weird feeling, like I'm being surrounded from the outside.

An Qin turned her head again and walked with Qin Ning to the small platform protruding between the two spiral staircases.

Qin Ning took the lead in introducing the theme of the exhibition, the layout of the exhibition space, and the introduction of the painters.

When speaking to the crowd, Qin Ning was very skilled. Standing on the stage, she was poised and confident, her beautiful eyes sparkling with charm.

The audience below, including Bai Weiran standing next to her, were all involuntarily drawn to her.

When she stood before the crowd, her well-educated and aristocratic air was particularly striking.

Qin Ning's speech was short. She quickly finished her introduction and, amidst thunderous applause, handed the remaining time to An Qin. She then lifted her silver-gray skirt and ran back to Bai Weiran's side, took his hand, and smiled charmingly at him with her bright, cat-like eyes.

"...Was my speech good, Brother Weiran?"

"awesome."

Qin Ning smiled, but she wasn't satisfied with the answer and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"...How good it is."

"Better than me."

The young lady wasn't very satisfied with this praise; she pouted and complained softly.

"Brother Weiran, why can't you give me a more sincere compliment?"

"……for example?"

"For example, I'm better than everyone else in the world! I'm unique!!"

Bai Weiran couldn't help but chuckle, rolling his eyes as he deliberately teased her.

"I don't know anyone in the whole world, how would I know to compare them one by one and know that you are better? You're forcing me to lie, Qin Ning, lying will send you to the hell of having your tongue pulled out!"

Qin Ning narrowed her eyes in anger. If it weren't for the fact that she was in front of everyone and wearing a little dress, she would have stomped her feet in anger.

Oh, my dear brother Weiran, this annoying rational thinking.

The next sentence takes an unexpected turn.

“...But I’m not afraid of having my tongue pulled out.” The young man smiled, reached out to pinch her cheek, but then, mindful of her makeup, quickly withdrew his hand, only gently stroking her cheek with his knuckles.

"Qin Ning certainly did a better job than anyone else in the world."

One sentence made Qin Ning laugh again, her face flushed pink, and she kept pounding her arm with her little fists.

"Brother Weiran is bad, so bad, so bad, so bad!!"

The two of them were making too much noise, so he could only reach out and hold her hand in his own, his palm in hers, before Qin Ning could calm down and quiet down, her face flushed.

While they were whispering, Anqin was giving a speech.

Qin Ning had written the speech for An Qin long ago, and An Qin had rehearsed it countless times before going on stage.