I Became a Billionaire After Being Reborn
Chapter 282: The Student of Ji Feifan’s Mother

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: The Student of Ji Feifan’s Mother

The entire painting was undercoated in black, a rich black, like the darkest corner of the night, devoid of any luster.

Right in the center, a white thorn stretched upward. It should be said that the painter had used black ink to depict the white thorn.

He used only one type of paint, which was black ink; the parts left uninked in the middle formed the shape of the thorn. The thorn had many small vines that twisted and twined as they stretched upwards.

Just looking at those white thorn vines gave one the impression of wanting to burst out of a dark cage.

Lin Zhi couldn’t help but walk closer to look, and this closer look shocked her.

At the top of the painting, the numerous thorn vines did not break through the darkness; at the very tip, a line as thin as a hair sealed all the thorns with black ink.

These thorns seemed to be struggling hard; however, in reality, they had not broken free and were still enveloped in the overwhelming darkness.

Anyone who saw this painting could feel the painter’s inner struggle.

He seemed desperate to break free from some suffocating bondage, but no matter how hard he tried, he never succeeded.

It was so close, just that little bit, which gave one infinite hope and regret.

Who painted this? It was overwhelmingly stirring.

Lin Zhi looked carefully and couldn’t find a signature.

"Do you like this painting greatly?" After who knows how long, a deep voice from Liancheng came from behind her.

Only then did Lin Zhi snap back to reality and realized she had been watching for a long time.

She turned and smiled, saying, "Not really, I just think this painting feels... very complex."

Liancheng stared at the wall painting and said, "This painting is called ’Rebirth.’ It was a gift from a painter friend. When I first saw it, I felt it was very complex too. Over the years, the more I look, the more different insights I gain. It’s a good painting."

"Who painted it?" Lin Zhi asked.

"Guan Qi."

"..." Lin Zhi was stunned; it was painted by Guan Qi.

"I know her, I had a chance to sit with her at a party yesterday and we even exchanged a few words. I didn’t know her before, and now I realize how formidable she is."

"Yes. She’s a very unique painter with her own intense style, but her paintings are not suitable for women, slightly heavy."

So, Guan Qi really had depression?

"You said she gave this to you, so are you friends?" Lin Zhi asked him.

Liancheng nodded, "Sort of. She’s closer to Ji Feifan."

"What are they to each other?"

"Guan Qi was a student of Ji Feifan’s mother when she was young."

"A student?" Lin Zhi was taken aback, completely unaware of Ji Feifan’s mother’s background.

Liancheng replied, "Ji Feifan’s mother was also a painter."

"..." Lin Zhi was shaken again, seeming to understand something.

To confirm her suspicion, she couldn’t help but ask again, "Then his mother now?"

Liancheng thought for a moment and said, "She passed away when he was little."

"..."

Could it be that Ji Feifan’s mother... had committed suicide?

No wonder his reaction today was so abnormal.

Is that what he meant when he said that... "Living too long in a fictional world to blend into the real world, unable to accept reality, might choose to end their own life."?

Lin Zhi hadn’t intended to stir up his sad memories and felt immensely guilty.

"Was it an accident?" Lin Zhi couldn’t resist asking again.

Liancheng didn’t mind her inquisitiveness at all.