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Zhang Qingsong was trembling all over. He was still in shock. His wife, who had always obeyed him and dared not say a word, actually dared to put a knife to his neck.

The man raised his head and looked at Zhang Prajna's face. The murderous intent in her eyes was obvious. She really wasn't joking...

The pain on his neck was like the death beckoning him. The man begged for mercy:

"I said...I said!"

"Put down the knife first..."

Zhang Prajna pulled the knife back a little, but the blade was still on the man's neck.

"You know that my family favors boys over girls. Since I was little, my parents made me go to interest classes and didn't let my sister go. But what they don't know is that I don't like painting at all."

"My sister has mentioned to them several times that she wants to take painting classes, but my parents don't care about her at all. Instead, they ask me if I like painting and tell me if I don't like painting, I can learn a musical instrument."

"Learning an instrument is more demanding, so I immediately panicked and quickly lied that I liked painting. My parents took my words seriously and would regularly ask me how my studies were going and if I had any works."

"I spent every day in class just daydreaming or sleeping, so how could I possibly create any artwork? In desperation, I came up with a good idea, which was to ask my sister to take the painting class for me. She was very happy. In return, she would regularly give me her artwork so that I could show it to my parents."

"Your sister has been helping you until now?" Mei Ling'er's voice came from the phone, startling Zhang Qingsong. The man asked tremblingly:

"and who are you?"

"You are not qualified to know!" Zhang Prajna roared, "Answer Master Ling's question quickly."

"Right." The man's eyes evaded. "No matter what profession they are in, men have easier access to convenience and opportunities than women. It was me who gave her work the opportunity to be shown to the public and even garnered widespread acclaim. She should be thanking me."

"Pooh!"

"How shameless!"

【My mouth replacement】

Mei Ling'er: "Auntie, go find a painting. I want to see it."

"Okay." Zhang Prajna stood up and walked out of the bedroom. About five minutes later, she returned with a painting in one hand.

"Master Ling, look." The woman pointed the front of the painting towards the camera in the live broadcast room.

When netizens in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they all started posting comments.

[The painting on the left is eerie and makes people feel creepy.]

The painting on the right is brightly colored and gives people a warm feeling of hope.

[The painting styles of one person are so different. Did he hire several people to paint for him?]

Zhang Prajna looked down at the two paintings and explained, "The one on the right was completed before we got married, and the one on the left was just started the month before last and is almost finished. The buyer ordered this painting a year ago."

Mei Ling'er smiled slightly: "These two paintings are from the same hand, Zhang Qingsong's sister: Zhang Chunxi."

"Really?" Zhang Prajna was overjoyed. "Master Ling, please tell me her address. I'll go find her right away."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingsong's face turned extremely ugly. The man tried to stop his wife's behavior, "I've told you the truth, why do you want to continue investigating? Do you want to ruin my reputation?"

"Yes!" Zhang Prajna answered without hesitation, "It would be best if you were treated like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouting and beating you. Only then can I feel relieved."

"Idiot!" The man blew his nose and glared angrily, "What good will this do you?"

"Benefits..." Zhang Prajna said self-deprecatingly, "Since being with you, I've only gained disadvantages. As long as I can divorce you, that would be the greatest benefit for me."

"You..." Zhang Qingsong was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he knew that compared with the other party's marriage, his sister was more important to him. In order to stabilize the other party first, he took the initiative to make concessions.

"Okay, I promise to divorce you."

【Happiness comes too suddenly.】

[I can't fall for his tricks. I'm in the upper hand right now, so of course he'll agree to everything I ask. But if he gets away with this, he'll definitely intensify his revenge on me!]

[What the above person said is absolutely correct. Auntie must stay awake and persevere in investigating this matter to the end. Only by making this bastard lose everything can Auntie truly achieve victory!]

Zhang Prajna was a little tempted at first, but after seeing the comments from netizens, she immediately gave up the idea. She wanted to make a break tonight, so she asked again:

"Master Ling, can you tell me Zhang Chunxi's address?"

Mei Linger: "Actually, you know the address."

"I know?" The woman shook her head. "No, I really don't."

"I only met her once when we got married. Later, she eloped with a married man, and her family disowned her. I have never seen her since then."

"Elope..." Mei Ling'er let out a mocking smile. "What a good excuse! It can not only cover up my sister's disappearance, but also stop my family from looking for her."

She looked straight at the man, "Zhang Qingsong, am I right?"

"Who would have thought that you would imprison your own sister and use her as a puppet behind your back?"

"You're talking nonsense..." Zhang Qingsong denied it flatly, "It's complete nonsense."

Mei Ling'er snorted in disdain and said, "Auntie, go to the studio now and take him with you."

"I won't go, I won't go!"

Zhang Qingsong suddenly became agitated, and Zhang Prajna immediately put the knife to his neck.

"Shut up!"

"I won't!" Zhang Qingsong swayed his body back and forth, not afraid at all that the blade would hurt him.

Zhang Prajna could no longer bear it, so she found a towel from the cabinet, stuffed one into the man's mouth, and tied the other with his hands.

Uh huh...

Even though the man's mouth was stuffed, he still did not give up protesting, shaking his upper body left and right, trying to break free from his wife's control.

Bang!

The ashtray left a bloody pit on the man's forehead. Zhang Prajna clapped her hands and said nonchalantly, "If you still don't behave, I can hit you again."

Zhang Qingsong's head suddenly became dizzy, accompanied by continuous pain. He fell silent temporarily, tilted his head and fell into the wheelchair, his eyes empty, and fell into a brief coma.

The man's stop was a good thing for Zhang Prajna. As usual, she moved her husband to the wheelchair and pushed him out of the bedroom.

The studio was on the first floor. After the two took the elevator to the first floor, Zhang Qingsong seemed to wake up, his eyes full of fear.

"Master Ling, we're here."

Zhang Prajna looked at Mei Ling'er in the live broadcast room and asked seriously, "What should I do now?"