My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 84 Parents' Paintings

Because of these dilemmas, I can't even draw the design drafts anymore.

"I just don't want yesterday's accident to happen again."

After saying that, I hung up the phone without waiting for Song Yafei's agreement.

However, I only stayed in the hospital for three days before the hospital director sent me home.

The headmistress felt sorry for me and hurriedly sent me home. Even though I disagreed, I eventually had to go back to my parents' house and rest for a few days.

Before going home, I went to the hospital I had visited before to see the doctor for a follow-up examination and got some more medicine.

After that, I went home and threw myself onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep without even realizing when Song Yafei returned.

When she woke up again, she vaguely sensed Song Yafei's presence.

I wasn't fully awake; I only noticed something was wrong and opened my eyes when she snuggled into my arms.

When I saw it was her, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.

I vaguely felt someone kiss my forehead, and then my lips.

Then... I lost consciousness.

The next day, I didn't wake up until almost lunchtime.

When I came downstairs, Aunt Lin was happily airing out her quilts in the yard, chatting with Uncle Li.

When Aunt Lin saw me, she quickly stopped what she was doing. "Sir, you're awake. I'll go make you something to eat."

"Okay." I nodded.

After the incident with the dean's mother, my mood finally cleared up, just like the bright sun, and my mood became much better.

It's quite rare that I received a call from Uncle Feng today.

He went abroad some time ago because he encountered some thorny issues in his business.

Are you calling me now because you've already returned?

I hadn't received a call from him in a long time, so I was in a good mood and my voice was much more cheerful.

"Uncle Feng, are you back?"

Uncle Feng's voice sounded tired, "Soon, things are a bit tricky, there'll be some time to go."

You called me before you even arrived. Did something happen?

Then I heard Uncle Feng say, “There’s an exhibition in Linshi recently, and there’s a painting in it that’s a joint work by your father and mother.”

"If you're interested, you can go and take a look."

My father and mother, two people I've never met.

I've heard Uncle Feng mention before that my father and mother were also involved in the arts, and I suppose my artistic talent comes from them.

I've never met them before, and I'm eager to see their paintings.

What is their art style like?

Does my art style resemble theirs in some way?

"Of course I'll go," I replied without hesitation.

Uncle Feng nodded. "Okay. I'll have someone mail you the exhibition tickets; you should receive them in the next couple of days."

"Thank you, Uncle Feng."

Uncle Feng also brought up another matter, "How have you been feeling lately? Have you been going for your regular check-ups?"

"It's fine, about the same as before, no worsening, but you need to continue taking medication to suppress it."

Uncle Feng instructed me, "Listen to me and cooperate well with the doctor. I've already contacted the doctor."

“I’ll give him your medical records first. Once I’m confident and everything is ready, I’ll contact you immediately. Promise me you’ll receive proper treatment.”

"Okay, Uncle Feng."

Nobody wants to die, and neither do I. If there's a possibility of a cure, of course I hope I can get better.

Uncle Feng is one of the few people who knows about my illness and is willing to treat me.

However, I am also a little worried. When Uncle Feng went abroad before, he told me that it would only take a while.

It's been so long, and he still hasn't returned. I'm a little worried about his condition. "Is something going wrong?"

"It's a bit tricky, but I have it under control. Don't worry, I'll contact you when I get back."

After chatting for a couple of minutes, we hung up the phone.

I spent the next two days waiting, hoping the tickets would be delivered to my door.

The moment I got the tickets, I didn't care about anything else. I packed my things, grabbed my bag, and headed to the Lin family's.

At the exhibition, I went inside looking for the paintings my parents had left behind.

Based on the name Uncle Feng gave me, I quickly found the painting my parents left behind.

When I saw this painting, my heart was instantly warmed.

This is a painting of a family of three; the painting is very abstract.

I could barely make out what they looked like; it felt like the connection between family members.

The moment I saw the painting, I knew they belonged to my parents.

The child in the picture should be me; you can still vaguely see my shadow.

Later, I received an introductory booklet from the introducer and saw their descriptions of my parents' lives.

This is the first time I've learned about my parents' lives.

Wow, my parents are amazing!

When I saw this painting, I had an impulse to buy it immediately.

But when I saw that price, I instantly lost my composure.

not enough!

The money in my pocket was not enough.

My wallet is too thin; I don't have that much money.

I'm afraid I'll never be able to get my hands on this painting.

But when I saw it, I suddenly felt much relieved.

The denial of one's identity in the past seems to have become less important at this moment.

I realized that I wasn't a child abandoned by my parents.

I was very hesitant. I wanted this painting, I really wanted it.

Holding my phone, I scrolled through my contacts to Song Yafei's page.

But I'm hesitant; I don't know whether I should make this call.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from behind me, "Zhang Tian, ​​what are you doing here?"

When I turned around, I saw Xie Wenyao, whom I had always tried to avoid at all costs.

When she saw me, she quickly moved closer, looking into my eyes with concern. "Zhang Tian, ​​what's wrong?"

Xie Wenyao's words were pointed, and when I turned around and looked in the mirror, I realized that my eyes were red, as if I was about to cry.

I never imagined that seeing my parents' paintings would evoke such strong emotions in me, or that I would be so moved.

I rubbed my eyes. "I'm fine, thank you."

I never expected to meet her here.

But considering that this exhibition features many well-known figures, it was not unexpected that Xie Wenyao would attend.

She seemed worried and forcefully pulled me aside. She asked, "What's wrong? Did you and Yafei argue again?"

With each interference, doesn't she see my refusal?

I shook off her hand. "Miss Xie, I said it's nothing. You seem to be meddling too much!"

Xie Wenyao appeared nonchalant, arms crossed.

"Zhang Tian, ​​do you really need to be so hostile towards me? After all, we used to be classmates. I was just showing you some concern. Is it really necessary to be so hostile towards me?"