Chapter 285 The Paranoid Painter 15 (2/2)

Those who hurt her will pay the price one day.

“Okay, honey, don’t think about those unhappy things. There are only three months until the solo exhibition. We need to continue to complete the Pure White series.”

He turned and walked toward the easel, transforming back into the focused artist.

The following weeks saw the estate enter a period of intense creative work.

Jin Ye created a large number of works with white as the theme, each of which features the figure of Zi Xi, yet is abstract and surreal.

He no longer uses any blood as paint; the canvas is filled only with various shades of white and light and shadow.

Zi Xi noticed a subtle change in Jin Ye's attitude.

He remained autocratic, but began to show great respect for her minor opinions.

The custom-made dress arrived a week before my solo exhibition.

It was a minimalist floor-length dress, devoid of any embellishments, its beauty relying solely on the texture and sheen of the fabric itself.

When Zi Xi put it on and walked out of the dressing room, Jin Ye's breath hitched.

"Perfect."

He said in a low voice.

Zi Xi turned around in front of the mirror, her skirt swaying like flowing water.

She had to admit that the dress was simple, but truly stunning.

But isn't it too revealing?

Zi Xi's fingers unconsciously traced the slightly low-cut design of her chest as she looked at Jin Ye.

"No need to change it, it looks beautiful as it is."

Jin Ye immediately frowned.

On the eve of his solo exhibition, Jin Ye gave Zi Xi a long, slender gift box.

Inside is an exquisite platinum necklace with a teardrop-shaped diamond pendant, pure and flawless.

"I'll wear it tomorrow for the overall look; it looks beautiful."

He stroked Zi Xi's collarbone and then offered a slightly awkward compliment.

On the night of the opening, the Venus Gallery was brightly lit.

When Jin Ye appeared with Zi Xi, the entire venue fell silent instantly.

He was dressed in a black suit, which contrasted sharply with her pure white dress.

The two were like the embodiment of light and shadow, perfectly in sync.

"Mr. Jin, Ms. Bai, welcome! These works... are simply breathtaking!"

Elliott James greeted him warmly.

Inside the exhibition hall, Jin Ye's paintings were carefully arranged on the pure white walls.

The works inspired by the purple dawn radiate an amazing vitality under professional lighting.

Especially the huge pure white muse in the center, where the figure of Zi Xi is almost glowing, makes the viewer hold their breath.

"That was his muse?"

"So beautiful...it doesn't look real at all..."

"I heard she can't speak? This imperfect beauty is a unique kind of mystery..."

Whispers circulated among the crowd.

Zi Xi kept smiling, her hand gently resting on Jin Ye's arm.

"...I'm so nervous, why are there so many people...?"

She couldn't help but think to herself.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jin Ye lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Mr. Jin, I heard that one of your models was expelled from school in China for inappropriate behavior. Is that true?"

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

"There are also rumors that you used illegal means to imprison her and make her paint. What is your response to this?"

A reporter, holding a recording pen, asked aggressively.

My past is the past, but Mr. Jin legally and compliantly hired me as a model. If you continue to defame me, we will take legal action.

Jin Ye's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Just as he was about to speak, Zi Xi gently pressed his hand down, then took out a tablet from her handbag, typed smoothly, and held it up to show the reporter.