After I Died, My Wife Who Modeled For EX Regretted It!

I was dead.

At the last moment of my mission, in order to help Mick Morris make money, my girlfriend Lala Johnson secretly had an abortion and became his nude model.

I begged her not to be his nude model, or I would be away from her forever and die.

I got down on one knee, took out the ring and asked her to marry me. As long as she agreed to me, I could escape the control of the system.

But she slapped the ring away with a look of disgust on her face.

"Mick's mom is in critical condition and needs money urgently. As his friend, I have to help him! But you are still thinking about marriage now!

"You are a selfish liar who won't understand me."

But after I died, she tried her best to keep my soul.

1

Lala was my girlfriend.

As long as I could make her fall in love with me and marry me within seven years, I could escape the system's punishment.

The next day was the third anniversary of our relationship and my last day to complete the system mission.

I stroked the diamond ring in my hand and looked at the flowers forming a heart shape on the floor and the balloons filling the room.

The message alert sounded on my phone.

"I am taking care of Mick's mother. You don't have to wait for me for dinner."

I sighed, closed the ring box, and blew out all the candles.

Suddenly the system made a cheerful sound.

"Congratulations! You are about to complete your mission!"

I smiled bitterly and shook my head.

The system was confused.

"For the past three years, you and your girlfriend have had a stable relationship. You will definitely be able to successfully propose to her at the last minute tomorrow."

Lala didn't return home until late at night. She was wearing high heels that she hadn't worn in a long time and was drunk.

She was startled by me and turned on the light in the room.

"What are you doing sitting here? To scare me?"

She stared at the candles and balloons on the floor for a moment, then threw her bag away.

"Mick's mother has cancer and he needs money urgently, but he can't find a famous nude model. I'm going to help him.

"You know that he was a playboy. Now he finally wants to mend his ways, and I am happier than anyone!"

I didn't know when the conversation between us started to be only about Mick.

I was silent for a while, then I said,

"I can help Mick's mother pay all the medical expenses, but I don't agree with you being his nude model."

Lala was an outdoor model who became famous for a photo of her posing with a lion on the South African savannah. Her decision to be his nude model was tantamount to self-destruction.

She stood up immediately. The gentle smile on her face when she mentioned Mick just now turned into anger and disappointment.

"You are a businessman without emotion! Not everything in this world can be exchanged for money! The most important thing now is to help Mick make money to treat his mother!"

I stared at Lala in a daze. We had had countless quarrels because of Mick.

Whenever I mentioned Mick, Lala would think that I was jealous, slandering him, and stopping her from caring about him.

It was almost dawn outside. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that I only had a few hours left to complete my mission.

Lala went in to take a shower, and I relit the candles on the floor one by one.

When I saw her about to come out, I forced a smile, raised my diamond ring, and knelt on one knee.

"Marry me..."

Before I could finish my sentence, she slapped the ring away and threw the towel in her hand to the floor.

"Are you trying to force me again? Whether we get married or not, it doesn't stop me from being nice to Mick! I just want to help him. You are too mean!

"His mother wants nothing more in her life than for him to mend his ways. How can you be so hard-hearted? She is about to die. I just want to help him! I am just being his nude model to make art, not being a whore!

"If you can't accept this, let's break up. Maybe we really aren't right for each other."

I looked at her, whose face was red with anger.

It turned out that Mick had long surpassed me in her heart. I hadn't even mentioned his name, but she threatened to break up with me.

"If you don't accept my proposal today, I will die..."

I held back the loss and grievance in my heart, put aside my dignity and tried to keep her.

If there were any other choice, I would never force her to accept my proposal in the way, but before I could finish my words, she slapped me in the face.

The momentary tinnitus and stinging pain almost made me freeze on the spot.

"I don't care! Stop whining here!"

She kicked over the candles on the floor, picked up her bag, turned around and slammed the door.

The room was silent with only the clock ticking.

At that time, the system reminded me anxiously,

"Hurry up and go after her! There is only half an hour left!"

It was the first time in seven years that the system didn't act like a robot.

After so long, even the robot had feelings, but she was still hardhearted.

After staring at the ring that she had slapped into the corner for a long time, I finally smiled bitterly and shook my head.

"I quit."

2

In the last half hour, the cold mechanical voice of the system sounded,

"Do you have any other wishes? How would you like to leave this world?"

I wanted to go to South Africa.

When I came to the world, due to a system failure, I accidentally landed on the uninhabited savannah of South Africa.

On the third day of my walk, I met Lala who was filming on location in South Africa.

Perhaps it was because I was so weak that I couldn't tell whether the woman in a brown dress standing in front of me was a human or an elf.

Her hair fluttered in the wild wind. The lion, the woman and the wilderness were engraved in my heart.

I fell in love with her before I knew she was my target.

I pressed the shutter without hesitation, and the picture made her quickly become an internet celebrity.

The system teleported me to South Africa. In the last few minutes, my body functions declined rapidly and I could almost feel my life slipping away.

I looked at the wilderness and it occurred to me that Lala didn't refuse to be a nude model because of what I said.

The system knew what I was thinking and immediately switched the view to Lala.

Lala was standing in front of a group of men, looking a little timid. She looked at the men in the room hesitantly and gave Mick an ugly smile.

Mick and the other men laughed. He tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"It's okay. We are all professional photographers, and we have seen this all before. Don't worry. We're making art.

"Are you so hesitant because you are afraid of your boyfriend will blame you? You are so submissive to him, hahaha."

When Lala heard my name, her face suddenly darkened, and she said with indifference and disdain, as if it was a great shame to have anything to do with me.

"Don't mention him. He doesn't understand our work. He only knows how to run a company and make money, and he never understands us!"

She pretended to be undress without hesitation.

"Just kidding. You are a seasoned model!"

The men immediately raised their cameras, stared at every inch of her skin, and took a lot of pictures of her.

I looked at her awkward movements and my heart was filled with pain.

She had a poor background and suffered a lot since she was young. The first thing I did when I came to the world was to set up business, give her the best material life and treat her like a princess.

But my princess voluntarily took off all her clothes.

She always said that I was a businessman, while Mick and her were noble artists.

She thought that I would never be able to enter their world and understand their art of light and shadow.

The body aesthetic photography that Mick was engaged in was an extremely pure career, and I just happened to take a photo of her, which happened to be recognized by the market.

So lying naked on the floor and making extremely indecent poses was what she called art?

It was really ridiculous.

When Lala awkwardly displayed the aesthetics of the human body in front of a group of men, my life also came to an end.

But even if I died, I still couldn't get rid of her.

The system sounded like it did seven years ago.

"After testing, an unknown fault occurred. Please stay in this world and wait for a while."

My soul floated uncontrollably back to her from the other side of the earth.

Once the photos taken by Mick were released, they attracted countless criticisms.

It was like a lion, a symbol of wild beauty, being stripped of its fur. There was nothing but lust in her, which was completely at odds with the image she had presented before.

It made a big splash on the internet. Lala was viciously harassed by the netizens.

Every day, they sent many private messages to her account.

"Haha, in the end, this is still the fastest way to make money, right? How much for one night? Maybe I can also pay you directly for a month."

"I am speechless. I thought of you as an internet sister. You male-pleasing bitch! Disgusting!"

Some people even sent Lala's studio sexy underwear and letters with dirty words.

During the period, Lala called Mick countless times and asked him to explain the artistic value and creative concept of the set of photographs.

But Mick delayed it with various reasons.

It was not until he was cornered by Lala that he casually posted the message.

He compared his works with the one I took of Lala in South Africa.

"It was obvious to see who captured the beauty of Lala."

3

His post was instantly forwarded and commented on countless times.

There were only foul and vulgar comments below,

"Of course it's you. The beauty you photograph is warm and soft."

"You may have fucked her, right?"

I watched everything numbly beside Lala. It turned out that my princess who was so carefully cared for by me was scolded by others. In the eyes of others, she was nothing.

But she couldn't accept it.

She was a model, and what she hated most was people belittling and objectifying her profession.

She was checking comments on the social media platform day and night like crazy, not eating or drinking.

"The desert beauty is really wild!"

"She is just a lustful woman pretending to be pure."

"The photographer should know her body very well!"

She hadn't slept for two nights in a row, and her fingers were almost shaking as she swiped the screen. Then she saw a comment.

Her tears instantly fell to the floor. She covered her face and began to cry loudly.

The comment said,

"Lala is beautiful in that pictures just because Jeff Ward loves her. The wild beauty only exists under his lens.

"While Lala may just be a profit-seeking person who wants to make a quick buck."

I floated above Lala and thought that why she was crying.

She was so determined before and thought that I was a businessman who didn't understand art and Mick was her confidant. She would not change because of a few words.

The next day, Lala went to find Mick.

The studio owned by Mick and his friends was filled with game machines and the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes.

Lala frowned and pulled Mick away from the game machine, then she said urgently,

"The netizens are cursing us. Aren't you worried? What about your career? Don't you still need to treat your mother's illness?"

My heart skipped a beat. How ridiculous! Even after that, Lala was still thinking about him.

I just hated myself for misjudging her. She might really be the same as Mick as the comment said.

Mick stared at her chest, narrowed his eyes, suddenly laughed, and casually took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Don't worry. It doesn't matter whether I explain or not. When we get paid, you'll know it's much more than the money you made from the pictures you took before. With your help, my mother will have the money for her treatment. Thanks to you!"

Lala looked at him in disbelief, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

"What are you talking about? Are you just doing this to make quick money? Aren't you getting back into photography for your old ideal?"

Suddenly, the three people at the game machine burst into laughter.

Mick touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, spread his hands, and picked up the dusty camera on the cabinet.

"Mmm, the ideal is still here!

"What are you still standing there for? For my ideal and mom, take off your clothes quickly and take another set of photos!"

Seeing Lala pursing her lips and standing still, Mick wanted to take off her clothes.

"Didn't you agree to help me make money for my mom's treatment? Anyway, your boyfriend doesn't mind, so don't hesitate. I will give you half of the money, ok?"

Lala clenched her fists tightly. After hearing my name, her frozen face changed. The fire of anger almost burst out of her eyes.

"He does mind! But I am not here to be your nude model for money or fame! I am here to help you make money for your mother's treatment! Why are you talking so dirty now?"

Mick was fiddling with the camera. Hearing her words, he suddenly froze.

He lowered his head and sat dejectedly on the sofa. After a long while, he pretended to wipe tears and choked out.

"Fine, you just apologize to my mother. After all, she thought she could be treated a few days ago."

Hearing that, Lala's anger was instantly suppressed.

At that moment, Mick's mother called her.

"Lala, you and Mick don't work too hard. I know you're so good to me. You two are working so hard for me. My health is getting better day by day!"

Lala gritted her teeth and took off her clothes.

The men playing the game gathered around excitedly and raised their cameras again.