My Artist Boyfriend Is A Gold Digger

Synopsis

Just to get to know my artist boyfriend a little better, I slipped into an art lovers' group chat, only to spot a photo that looked all too familiar. Someone wrote: [My boyfriend loves holding my hand and teaching me how to paint. I'm so happy.] [He says this is the only time he feels truly free, without the burden of money or that pushy old woman who's always trying to buy his paintings.] [You guys have no idea. Ever since that old woman bought one of his paintings, she's been all over him. She even tried to get him to paint her half-naked!] [Even if she pays well, I really feel bad for my boyfriend's eyes.] In the photo, the man's hand was tenderly holding the girl's slender wrist. The ring on his finger was a splurge, a high-end piece just for him. And that paintbrush he was using? I searched everywhere for that exclusive custom edition. I let out a sigh and laughed. Without hesitation, I told my assistant to freeze a few of my bank cards. What a free-spirited artist. Then I would just use my money to leash the next boy toy instead.