His gaze swept around the living room, finally landing on the huge, empty white wall.
"Something artistic, something that can… make my eyes light up."
"Heh, this guy is just trying to make things difficult for you."
He wanted to see how far this top-tier beauty would be pushed to please him.
Mu Qingxue bit her lower lip tightly, her brain's CPU spinning at full speed, frantically searching her skill library.
Different?
Artistic?
Eyes light up?
These three words combined were practically a death sentence!
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, a strange glint appeared on her despairing face, carrying the resolve of burning her bridges and a hint of shy embarrassment.
"Sir… I do, indeed, have one last hidden talent."
Her voice was very soft, with a slight tremor.
"It's just… a bit… unconventional."
"Oh?" Jiang Xun's eyebrow raised, intrigued, "Tell me about it."
Mu Qingxue's cheeks flushed with two pretty blushes as she walked to an inconspicuous storage cabinet in the corner of the living room and opened its door.
Jiang Xun expected to see some musical instrument or prop.
But inside were not a guzheng nor an easel, but neatly stacked rolls of huge white paper and dozens of bottles of colorful liquid paints.
"Painting?" Jiang Xun's tone held a hint of disappointment, "I thought it would be something more special."
"It's different, sir."
Mu Qingxue shook her head. She turned to face Jiang Xun, her black bodycon dress accentuating her breathtaking curves to the extreme.
Her legs, encased in flesh-toned fabric, were long and straight, gleaming with an alluring luster under the lights.
She took a deep breath, as if making a momentous decision.
"The tools for painting… are quite special."
"The canvas also needs… special preparation."
After speaking, she hugged a roll of huge white paper and several bottles of paint, bowing slightly to Jiang Xun.
"Sir, please wait a moment, I need to go prepare."
She pointed to a room next to her that looked like a changing room.
"Prepare? Painting requires going into a changing room to prepare? What's going on?"
Jiang Xun grumbled inwardly but didn't stop her. He just nodded, leaning back on the sofa at his leisure, waiting to see what tricks she would pull.
Mu Qingxue, holding her items, quickly walked into the changing room and closed the door.
The hall instantly fell silent.
"Ding! Successfully disciplined 'Mu Qingxue', showcasing the family head's prestige. Family Reputation +150!"
Jiang Xun boredly opened the system panel.
His [Family Reputation] had increased from the initial 1000 to 1150.
He unhesitatingly chose the [Normal Lottery Wheel].
"I'm a bit bored, let's play a lottery."
"Consume 500 Reputation, five consecutive draws!"
The wheel spun rapidly, and the pointer finally stopped on a small fragment icon.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Combat Skill Fragment' x1 (1/10)"
"Hmm? Not bad."
The wheel spun again.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Combat Skill Fragment' x1 (2/10)"
"Again? Are you trying to make me collect them all to summon a divine dragon?"
Third time.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Combat Skill Fragment' x1 (3/10)"
"System, you've got a bug, haven't you?"
Fourth time.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Combat Skill Fragment' x1 (4/10)"
"…I'm enlightened. One more and I'm uninstalling on the spot."
For the fifth draw, a dazzling golden light flashed on the wheel.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the rare skill — [Riding Mastery]!"
"Whoa! Finally something different. Riding? What's the big use for that in modern society?"
"Better than nothing, I guess."
Jiang Xun closed the panel, picked up the ridiculously expensive mineral water bottle, and took a sip.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The changing room door remained tightly shut.
Just as Jiang Xun's patience was about to run out and he was preparing to urge her, the changing room door finally opened with a "click" from the inside.
Jiang Xun looked at the person who walked out of the changing room, almost dropping the mineral water bottle in his hand.
"Holy cow, what's going on?"
"Performance art? Sister, this art of yours is a bit too 'punishable,' isn't it! I'm calling the police right now!"
Countless bullet comments flashed through his mind instantly, and he felt completely numb.
The Mu Qingxue before him had changed out of her black bodycon dress.
In its place was a "skirt" temporarily made from that huge, snow-white drawing paper.
The paper cleverly wrapped around her vital parts, barely covering the essentials, but her long, straight legs and her slender waist were accentuated, making them even more breathtaking.
Her snow-white skin, under the lights, was practically glowing, almost blending in with the equally white paper on her body.
The most critical thing was that she wasn't wearing shoes.
Her delicate, small jade feet were bare on the cold marble floor, her toes slightly curled from nervousness, their pink color standing out.
Her face was so red it looked like it was about to drip blood, even her fair neck and collarbones were tinged with a beautiful pink.
She carried the several bottles of colorful paints and walked to the empty space in the center of the living room, somewhat stiffly spreading out a huge piece of white paper.
Then, she turned around, facing Jiang Xun on the sofa, and bowed deeply, deeply.
This movement made the paper skirt on her body rustle with a "swish," and also made certain sights even more tantalizingly visible.
"Gulp."
Jiang Xun's Adam's apple bobbed, feeling a bit dry in his mouth.
"Sir… I… I'm going to start."
Mu Qingxue's voice was trembling, tinged with a sob.
She had never been so humiliated in her life.
If her subordinates at the company saw this, her "Ice Queen" persona would shatter into a QR code on the spot.
But for marriage, for KPI, for not being "forced to terminate her contract," she was going all out!
Jiang Xun didn't say a word, just leaned back on the sofa, adopting a "this master is waiting for the show" posture.
He wanted to see what she was really up to.
Mu Qingxue unscrewed the caps of the paint bottles, and then performed an action that almost made Jiang Xun's eyes pop out.
She actually… poured those colorful liquids directly onto herself!
Red, yellow, blue… viscous liquids slowly flowed down her smooth skin, forming vivid yet bizarre trails on her snow-white body.
The liquids quickly covered large areas of her skin, turning her into a colorful "paint person."
"Holy crap! Playing this big? Body painting? Sister, do you understand art, or do you understand me?"
Jiang Xun was no longer just surprised; he was shocked.
This was no longer a question of being competitive; this was flipping the table directly, leaving no way out for other women!
Mu Qingxue closed her eyes, as if resigned to her fate, and fell backward, lying directly on the huge white canvas.
Then, she began to slowly move, roll, and stretch on the canvas… Her entire being was the paintbrush.
Her movements were the brushstrokes.
At first, her movements were a bit awkward and shy, but she quickly got into the zone.
Every stretch, every twist, imprinted the paint on her body onto the white paper beneath her.
The scene was full of raw, wild beauty.
Red and white, black and color, intertwined on her body and on the canvas beneath her.
It wasn't simple doodling, but an expression full of vitality.
Jiang Xun sat on the sofa, motionless.
The expression on his face, which had started as amusement, gradually became serious.
He had to admit, this thing… was indeed quite artistic.
And it did, indeed, make his eyes light up.
"This sister… really is willing to go all out."
"Isn't this much more exciting than piano or tea ceremony?"
"This KPI must be given full marks!"
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Qingxue finally stopped moving.
She lay in the center of the canvas, her chest heaving violently, her body covered in colorful paints. She looked a bit disheveled, yet possessed an astonishing beauty.
And the white paper beneath her had transformed into a colorful, abstract "artwork."
"Sir…" She panted, speaking in a voice close to exhaustion.
"This… this is my hidden talent… body… painting."
She looked up, her face streaked with sweat and paint, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.
"Are you… satisfied?"