Exclusive Model for the Top Painter Chapter 4

A Passionate, Shy Kiss

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"No," Ji Xiuyuan rejected for the sixth time, “the state is not right, and the expression is not right either."

Liang Jin took a deep breath: "Tell me more about the theme, I'll try to get a feel for it."

Ji Xiuyuan left the easel and went to his face, "This painting is called ‘Crush’, what I need is a kind of obsession."

"What kind of obsession?" Liang Jin asked, "An unrequited imagination? Or is it a pure, simple obsession?"

"A short, sudden rush of passion and impulsiveness," Ji Xiuyuan stared into his eyes, his tone low and seductive, "like the restlessness of a summer's night, the lingering of an autumn night. It started without a reason, it was a madness that needed no justification, and then it took root in the heart and could not be shaken off... obsession."

The depths of his eyes were so deep that he could have sunk into them. This profound description of this state of mind was almost like a confession of love. Liang Jin secretly pinched his hand to keep himself awake: "It's hard to control such emotions."

"If you've had a similar experience, you can think back to your loved ones."

"It's been over a year since I broke up with my ex-girlfriend, I've long forgotten what it's like to be in love."

Ji Xiuyuan frowned: "Even if you remember, it doesn't fit the mood of the painting."

"Why?"

Ji Xiuyuan laughed lightly, "She should be younger than you, right? Crush, it's the blush of the young towards their elder."

Liang Jin teased him, "But I've never been in a relationship with an older sister. You know so much about it, you haven't had one, have you?"

Ji Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes, "An artist doesn't need to do everything himself to experience emotions."

Disappointed that he hadn't found any gossip about Ji Xiuyuan, Liang Jin leaned back on the sofa, "Oh, then I'll brew it up a bit more and try to meet your requirements."

Ji Xiuyuan suddenly leaned down and propped a hand behind him, encircling Liang Jin within his arms, "Too much time has been wasted, close your eyes."

Thinking he was going to pose him or something, Liang Jin obediently closed his eyes.

Suddenly he felt a cold, soft object on his lips, and before he could be surprised, Ji Xiuyuan's tongue had already pried open his mouth and was lingering between his lips.

Something exploded in his mind, and it went blank. His heart was beating fast, but he did not resist, and opened his eyes quietly to see Ji Xiuyuan's nose against his own.

A violent attack, a brutal entanglement, similar to the unreasonableness of his painting, a rush of subtle energy, bursting forth with reckless passion that moved the heart.

Liang Jin began to pant lightly, the suffocating sensation of lack of oxygen making him want to escape.

The back of his head was held firmly in place, and Ji Xiuyuan nibbled on his lips, which in turn deepened the kiss.

Liang Jin's whole body became dizzy with pleasure and even went a little weak.

Their breath was audible in the quiet workroom, and the melodious sound of intertwined lips echoed through the room.

When Ji Xiuyuan released him after an unknown period of time, Liang Jin's eyes were slightly lost.

Like a man who had strayed into a bog in the forest, he was at a loss; he looked at Ji Xiuyuan with a sense of accusation and dismay.

The bottom of Ji Xiuyuan's eyes were filled with delight, fascination and intoxication.

How much of it was because of the painting, and how much of it was because of the person in the painting?

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After the work was completed, Liang Jin was extremely unhappy.

Although he had known for a long time that Ji Xiuyuan would do anything for the sake of a painting, this time he had really hit his bottom line.

What was even worse was that the person in question was so calm about it, as if nothing had happened. He was the only one who was upset, like a girl who had been taken advantage of.

Liang Jin was so angry that he didn't want to see him anymore, so he simply went out for a walk. No matter how big or small this matter was, he felt that he needed to cool off a bit.

In the future, he would have to make some rules with Ji Xiuyuan, so that this kind of thing would never happen again.

After a short walk, he inadvertently saw the words "Ji Xiuyuan" on a wall not far away. On closer inspection, it was a poster advertising his exhibition at the A City Art Gallery.

The exhibition was a non-profit event, and free tickets were available.

After registering his information, Liang Jin began to regret it when he entered the venue.

Originally, he had gone out to get rid of Ji Xiuyuan, so why had he gone to see his paintings? But this feeling of regret disappeared at first sight of his paintings.

As expected of a world-class painter, Liang Jin hated that his vocabulary was so poor that he could not express the shock of being in the presence of these works of art.

They say that low-level painters are just cameras and printers, turning the three-dimensional world into a two-dimensional creation.

High-level painters can blend their emotions into the scene. Their paintings are full of spirituality, full of unique thoughts and emotions, as if they were speaking to you.

Talented painters are able to transcend the boundaries of space and time, and their scenes have the power to speak to the soul. The moment you see it, you forget your sighs and all that remains is the embodiment and mingling of emotion and thought.

Such is the case with his paintings.

Ji Xiuyuan is a heavenly painter.

Liang Jin was so immersed in the exhibition that he had forgotten his previous emotions. He felt that it was no big deal to make such an insignificant sacrifice for such a painting.

A sharp, ear-splitting sneer broke the silence.

"What a super painter, but that's all he is, I don't think he's that good.” A man in his thirties, with a female companion, pointed at one of the paintings and commented, "Look at this one, the colours are so dark. It's not bright at all, it's thick in some places and light in others, is it hard to even it out? I think these so-called works of art are just a bluff, not worth anything. They are all tricks used by people to launder money. You can find a lot of them on the internet for ten dollars! That Ji Xiuyuan, who is not even thirty years old, how could he have painted so many paintings and won so many awards? Either he paid for them or he got them through some improper means..."

Liang Jin gave him an unpleasant look, it was already 2120, how could there still be such anti-intellectual arguments?

The security guard at the exhibition reminded the man to keep his voice down.

The man grunted in defiance, "What? I can't even speak the truth?"

Security guard: "Please don't disturb other people."

"Who is being disturbed? Huh? Who is uncomfortable?"

The other people in the hall looked around, and although they too were disgusted by this behaviour, they did not want to cause any trouble.

The man laughed majestically, "See? No one has any objections."

After gently patting him on the shoulder, Liang Jin said with a smile, "This gentleman, may I ask your name?"

"Zhang Xuan."

"Oh, Mr. Zhang Xuan." Liang Jin said, "I have recorded what you just said. There is no evidence to slander him in his own exhibition and you are suspected of defamation. I happen to know this painter and I think his company's lawyer might be interested."

Zhang Xuan glared viciously at Liang Jin: "Are you sick? I'm just casually saying this, mind your own business."

Liang Jin waved his cell phone, "It can't be considered nosy, I'm the most protective type, I can't let anyone badmouth my friend."

Zhang Xuan tried to grab it, but Liang Jin, being a model, was much taller than the average person, so he couldn't reach it and cursed in a low voice.

Liang Jin smiled: "You can wait for the lawyer's letter."

Feeling humiliated, Zhang Xuan's girlfriend left him behind and walked away first. Enraged, Zhang Xuan grabbed Liang Jin by the collar and shoved him against the wall, cutting his forehead with the edge of the painting frame.

With his temper flaring up, how could Liang Jin take it? A punch was thrown, and Zhang Xuan fell to the ground, his eyes spinning with stars.

The guard hurriedly pulled the two people apart and threatened, "If you move your hands again, I'll call the police!"

Zhang Xuan got up from the ground and ran out in a huff.

———

It was around 7 p.m. when he returned to his residence.

Ji Xiuyuan was having dinner, a well-done steak with a glass of red wine.

Liang Jin sat next to him: "I'm starving to death, is there anything left?"

Ji Xiuyuan asked, "Why are you injured?"

"I fell a bit."

Ji Xiuyuan carefully cut the steak into small pieces and handed them to Liang Jin: "Did you get into a fight with someone?"

Liang Jin took his utensils unceremoniously and devoured the food, “That’s right, I had a crush on someone else's girlfriend, so I got beaten up!"

Ji Xiuyuan laughed: "Next time, be more sincere when you make up your reasons."

"Actually, I was seeking justice."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

"Still in school?"

"I recently graduated."

"Why are you still so impulsive?"

Liang Jin picked up his glass and took a drink: "I'm willing to."

"Give me your cell phone."

"Huh? What for?" Liang Jin took his cell phone out and put it on the table.

Ji Xiuyuan entered a series of numbers, "This is my personal number, use this to contact me in the future."

Liang Jin swallowed the red wine, feeling a little hot.

He put down his fork and tongue: "I'm done eating! I'm going to take a shower!"

Ji Xiuyuan watched him run away and took a sip from Liang Jin's unfinished red wine.

In fact, he had a slight cleanliness problem and had never shared a meal with another person, let alone shared cutlery.

However, he was not repulsed by Liang Jin.

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Translator Notes

Please feel free to comment any mistakes I made so I can improve and do better as I go through the book.

Translated: April 15, 2023