The Crippled Boss Loves Me

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The dark strokes outlined the distant horizon, and the rust color that looked like dried blood depicted the dark red setting sun. There was an iron cage on the empty plain, and a little boy with bare feet and scars was imprisoned in it. The little boy also had a heavy iron chain around his neck.

Blood flowed along his body and meandered on the ground as if it was going to dye the ground under his feet red.

The anguish contrast between black and red was like a huge rock pressing down on one’s heart, making it hard for one to breathe. It was no wonder Han Yin and Ji Ning had such expressions when they saw this painting.

Shen Hanxing’s expression did not change. She looked as though she was admiring the most ordinary landscape painting, After examining it carefully for a while, she said, “Not bad.”

There was not a hint of recoil or anything bizarre on her face.

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Ji Mo’s eyes. There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, but there was not a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Sister-in-law, you think it’s not bad?” His voice had a strange rhythm.

At this moment, the youthful aura seemed to have completely faded from his body. He emitted both good and evil auras. Whether it was his smile or his strange tone, coupled with the strange painting that he had drawn with his own hands, it sent chills down people’s spines.

The timid Ji Ning clenched her fists. This time, she did not retreat in fear. Instead, she quietly tugged at the corner of Shen Hanxing’s shirt and looked at her youngest brother worriedly.

Han Yin pursed her lips and was a little displeased. “Speak properly. Why are you being so weir

Having come from the slums, she had seen all kinds of terrifying scenes. This was just a painting with a dark style. She admitted that it was a little scary when she first saw it. However, it was simply a visual shock that she was not mentally prepared for. After the initial shock, the painting had no other

effect on her.

Ji Mo looked at her strangely and did not say anything.

“Of course, it’s really not bad. It’s rare for someone your age to be able to paint like this. You must have practiced a lot, right?” Shen Hanxing nodded. She was not stingy with her praise. “I can tell that you really like drawing.”

That was why he was able to display his emotions on the canvas to his heart’s content, allowing his emotions to merge with the painting.

Shen Hanxing sensed Ji Mo’s deliberate probing, but she did not want to argue with a child. As long as he did not make any principled mistakes, she would always be lenient towards her younger siblings. She had only joined the Ji family not long ago, so it was normal for the children in the family not to

trust her.

Every child had their own personality. She was not an old-fashioned guardian that required every child to be the same.

He was a teenager who was still in high school. Yet he was able to use colors to such an extent, and his painting could bring psychological pressure to people. This was enough to show Ji Mo’s talent in painting.

“sister-in-law, don’t you think it’s strange?” Ji Mo’s gaze became more and more cryptic. “Don’t you think I am a freak for drawing something like this? Don’t you think that I’m not normal?”

A natural criminal, a freak, a sick person, and someone who would definitely commit murder and land himself in prison in the future. From the first time he picked up the brush, these were the words his biological mother used to curse him repeatedly.

Shen Hanxing didn’t answer. Instead, she spread out her fair palm. She said gently, “Give me the brush.”

Ji Mo’s face still had that strange expression that seemed to be mixed with many emotions. He picked up the brush and handed it to Shen Hanxing. Shen Hanxing placed the paintbrush on the easel. She asked, “Do you mind if I add a few more strokes on it?”

“I don’t mind, Sister-in-law. Please go ahead,” Ji Mo replied. His gaze then fell on the painting.

After carefully sizing up the painting, Shen Hanxing moved without hesitation. She immediately dipped the paintbrush into the paint. In just a few strokes, she had drawn a lifelike wild flower. The wild flower bloomed next to the boy who was sitting with his arms around his knees. In the cage, the boy

and the wild flower were dependent on each other.

The blending of the colors gave more radiance to the painting. The golden setting sun shone on the boy and the wild flower added some warmth. The soil that was moistened by the blood had unknowingly sprouted green shoots.

With just a few strokes, the painting that was originally dead silent was given new life and hope. The strange atmosphere was broken, and warm flowers could bloom from the thorns of suffering. Life and hope also sprouted from the mud.

As the original artist of the painting, the corners of Ji Mo’s mouth trembled slightly. Complicated emotions seemed to surge in his chest again, causing his eyes to uncontrollably turn red.

“It’s so beautiful, Sister Hanxing. Why are you so good!” Han Yin could not help but exclaim as her eyes filled with admiration.. Was there anything in this world that Sister Hanxing doesn’t know?