Chapter 1 — The Muse of the Underworld and the Brainless Husband

My husband had his first love and was determined to turn the birthday party into a sacred place. I won't stop you anymore. My husband's first love called himself a pioneer artist, hanging "death aesthetics" on his lips all day. For a full month party for guests, she designed a whole set of black balloons, scaring the baby to the point of crying. She raised her chin arrogantly:

"This is a rehearsal for the tribulations of human life. You don't understand, I am the most alert soul."

Decorating the wedding room for the newlyweds, she painted the walls white and replaced all the furniture with stainless steel. She passionately caressed the wall.

“This is the minimalism of nothingness, the tomb of love and also rebirth!”

My husband and I protested several times. But my husband criticized me for being full of money and not knowing how to appreciate her noble art. Until the eightieth birthday party of the rich man's mother came, she wanted to turn the whole scene into a shrine. Hang white curtains, display chrysanthemums, and even plan to give him a set of robes as a congratulatory gift. In order to preserve the company's reputation, I strongly removed her plan and replaced it with a bright red and cheerful decoration, making the rich family go home satisfied. Unexpectedly, after the end, she cried and wanted to cut her wrists to prove her intentions:

“My soul has been tainted! My art has been killed by the world!”

“Only death can prove my innocence! I am an unfathomable genius!”

My husband, in order to comfort her, aggressively pushed me standing at the top of the stairs. My neck was broken and I lay convulsing in a pool of blood. My husband hugged her and looked down at me from above with cold eyes:

"A mediocre person like you, living is just a waste of air. It's better to use your death as an offering to So So's art."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the scene of the banquet arrangements. Looking at the white chrysanthemums everywhere and the word "Tho" hanging in the middle looking like a condolence couplet, I no longer got involved. This time, let that great artist freely show off his underworld aesthetics. …… The large door of the banquet hall was pushed open by me. This place should have been a bustling and joyful party scene, but now it was completely white. The white curtain hangs down, white chrysanthemums are crowded together, in the middle is the giant word "Tho" written in ink-black cursive, looking like a couplet in a spiritual hall. I just felt a stream of hot air rising straight to the top of my head.

“Who let you fix it like this?”

Lam So turned around, wearing a long dress made of light white rough fabric, her hair tied in a bun with a dry tree branch.

“Tham So Mac, your red, green, and blue things are really unbearable.”

"This is the advanced aesthetics of returning to space. Death and rebirth are inherently one thing."

I was just about to rush forward and tear her mouth apart, but suddenly stopped. There was a sharp pain in my head, memories of my past life were rising like a tide. Last life, it was also this day. In order to stop Lam So from turning the rich man's mother's eightieth birthday party into a shrine, I got into an argument with her. Luc Minh, in order to protect Lam So, pushed me down the stairs. I broke my cervical vertebrae, was in the hospital for three days, and ultimately did not survive. And they took the insurance money I, Song Tu Song Phi, also call it a sacrifice for art. I looked at this noble and arrogant face before me and realized it. I have come back to life.

“Sister Mac, don't cause trouble anymore.”

Luc Minh stepped out from behind Lam So, looking at me with an unpleasant expression. He put his arm around Lam So's shoulder, pointed straight at my nose and taught me.

"So So did this to enhance the company's style! You smell like money and don't understand what true art is."

“Later the Millionaire will come, seeing this design that touches the soul, it will definitely amaze the whole auditorium.”

Amazing? It must be terrifying. The millionaire is famous for being a filial son. This time the event was to celebrate his mother's eightieth birthday. To pray for good luck, even the laminated class on the invitation card asked the teacher to check the date and time carefully. Now that he's dressed like this, it's already a good thing for the millionaire to not destroy this hotel. I looked at Luc Minh's ignorant and blindly worshiping appearance and suddenly burst out laughing. I stepped out and took my phone to take a photo of the entire hall.

“Very high class indeed.”

The corner of my lips curled up into a cold smile, taking a step back.

“Great artist Lam, if you are so confident, then this time I will absolutely not intervene.”

Luc Minh paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting me to give in so quickly. Immediately after that, he showed an expression like "it's good to know".

"That's right, learn more about Chu So, don't just think about money, money, money all day long."

Lam So proudly raised his chin and placed the white chrysanthemum in the vase.

“Ordinary people can only attain so much enlightenment.”