Chapter 552 There's Always a Scoundrel Who Exposes the Boss's Identity [2 Updates]
He was stunned for a moment and didn't move for a long time.
Wen Tinglan seemed to sense something and looked in the direction where Lin Qingjia was standing.
Their eyes met.
Wen Tinglan paused for a moment.
Blood ties are a very strange thing.
Whether it's rejection or closeness, there's no reason why, but you can always sense that the other person is your brother or sister.
Wen Tinglan has an exceptionally high IQ.
Since he knew that An Roujin had married into the ancient martial arts world, he could naturally deduce that this was Wen Fengmian's other child.
She was also his biological sister whom he had never met.
Wen Fengmian told him that adult matters are none of a child's business.
A five-year-old child knows nothing but survival, so naturally he will follow the seemingly glamorous and wealthy side and will not want to stay in the poverty-stricken county where people can't even get enough to eat.
Everyone is different; some people pay more attention to status and position, while others value family ties more.
As long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough.
Wen Tinglan calmly withdrew his gaze, holding his phone, and continued to reply to Adele's message.
Lin Qingjia pursed her lips.
Seeing that Lin Qingjia hadn't followed, Master Liu turned around in confusion and asked, "Miss Qingjia, what happened?"
He was over sixty years old, but he was far inferior to Lin Qingjia in alchemy.
Today, I also asked her to come and take a look at where the problem lies.
"It's nothing," Lin Qingjia shook her head. "Let's go inside."
Hall Master Liu led Lin Qingjia into the alchemy room and noticed that Lin Qingjia was lost in thought. He couldn't help but ask with concern, "Miss Qingjia, are you really alright?"
Lin Qingjia shook her head again: "I've thought of a tricky case."
She was looking at the problem from Liu Tangzhu's perspective, her thoughts constantly wandering.
Lin Jinyun kept telling her to go out for a walk, hoping she might run into her biological father.
The ancient martial arts community generally agrees that her biological father was a powerful ancient martial arts practitioner.
Otherwise, Lin Qingjia would not have been able to cultivate both ancient medicine and ancient martial arts.
But Lin Qingjia knew that this assertion was false.
Wen Fengmian was indeed just an ordinary person.
So when An Roujin told her about meeting Wen Fengmian, she was a little nervous.
Seeing Wen Tinglan today was truly unexpected, because An Roujin told her after returning to Qingshui County that Wen Tinglan was severely autistic and not a normal person.
But now it seems that's clearly not the case.
Wen Tinglan was perfectly normal; he recognized her, but clearly had no other intentions.
Of course, Lin Qingjia had no intention of recognizing Wen Fengmian and his son.
An Roujin is mentally unstable, and no one knows what her family background was like before.
She was still a young lady from the Lin family.
This is good.
**
After leaving the Pill Alliance, Ying Zijing saw Wen Tinglan standing by the lake, silently watching the birds flying over the lake.
She walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Lost in thought again?"
"Sister." Hearing the familiar, calm voice, Wen Tinglan's lips moved slightly, and she whispered, "I saw her."
"Hmm?" Ying Zijing nodded without changing her expression. "Lin Qingjia?"
Wen Tinglan nodded slowly: "She must have recognized me too, but neither of us said anything."
“Yes, I’ve seen her too.” Ying Zijing leaned against the tree. “She is indeed very talented, just like you.”
She thought for a moment and asked, "What do you think?"
“Dad said that the past is the past, that disgusting woman has been punished, and we are doing well now, so there is no need to pay attention to other people.” Wen Tinglan said calmly, “I listen to Dad, so I don’t need to have anything to do with irrelevant people.”
Since he could remember, he only knew Ying Zijin.
With their mother absent, the three of them are a family.
Ying Zijin said calmly, "Dad has always been right."
Wen Fengmian saw things too clearly; few people could reach his level of mental and spiritual attainment.
After all, Lin Qingjia is still his biological daughter.
Originally, as father and daughter, Lin Qingjia and Wen Fengmian had a cause and effect relationship, and there might be some connection between them.
But she calculated that it has now diminished to almost nothing.
Ying Zijin did some deduction.
It was probably because Lin Qingjia entered the Lin family by taking advantage of the talent she received from Wen Fengmian, which allowed her to have a better life and thus offset the other factors, severing this karmic connection.
Indeed, they were no different from strangers.
She didn't care what others did, but Wen Fengmian and Wen Tinglan couldn't be harmed.
"Let's go." Ying Zijing patted his shoulder. "We have to record a show tomorrow. Here's your 100 million."
Upon hearing this, Wen Tinglan's brows relaxed and she replied, "Mm."
**
The next day.
There are no competition events today; instead, we're focusing on filming life on campus.
First, Ying Zijing and Li Han led the students from Norton University to several famous photo spots within the Imperial University. Then, Qin Lingyu, as the host, suggested connecting with Norton University to take photos of the buildings and other landmarks within the university.
[Put your butt here and squat down.]
I'd love to know what Norton University is like inside.
[I want to see girls as cute as Adele, can you assign me a girlfriend?]
[I'm someone Norton University can never have [smile].]
But the proposal was rejected.
“We all signed confidentiality agreements when we enrolled,” Wen Tinglan added. “It’s true that matters concerning the university’s internal affairs cannot be viewed by outsiders.”
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow.
She had no doubt that if she actually went to film it, she would likely capture the explosion scene.
The last time she went there, a building next to her was blown up while she was walking down the street.
It's truly remarkable that the vice principal has survived to this day.
“Norton University is definitely out of the question.” Juan glanced at Adele out of the corner of his eye, full of confidence, and spoke elegantly, “The Royal Academy of Arts in Europe is a good option for everyone to see.”
Westerners value art, and Adele loves it too, so naturally he wanted to show it off to her.
This proves that he is better than Wen Tinglan, that madman who only knows how to assemble firearms.
Qin Lingyu pressed her earpiece: "Okay, let's connect to the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent."
Netizens are very disappointed.
[I'm even more curious now. What's inside the Norton University campus? Why can't people see it?]
[Forget it, let's look at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in O Continent. Seriously, the students who get into there are the future gems of the art world.]
The large screen in the conference hall went down, and soon the buildings of the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent appeared.
The person who answered the phone was a teacher from the admissions department.
Juan happened to know this teacher, and he spoke up before Qin Lingyu could: "Teacher, I am Juan Herschel."
The teacher was somewhat surprised: "You graduated from Norton University?"
“Yes.” Juan said proudly, “Since we’re here in China for an exchange program, we need to show them the inside of our school. Teacher, could you please take a look at the famous artists’ studio?”
The Royal Academy of Arts in Europe also received the news from the program team.
The teacher nodded and took the computer to the celebrity art studio.
In addition to paintings by world-renowned artists, the Celebrity Studio also has a special exhibition hall for students.
Juan pointed to an oil painting on the screen, his pride growing: "This is my painting."
He turned around and saw Adele standing on tiptoe, grabbing Wen Tinglan's hair in a very intimate manner, which made him so angry that he almost exploded.
Juan could only turn the conversation to Ying Zijing: "Miss Ying, what do you think?"
Ying Zijing glanced at it: "Very bad."
Juan's expression froze, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Then it seems Miss Ying can paint even better pictures?"
The boy who had been following Juan muttered, "Even when you're bragging, you should think it through first."
Paintings that can be placed in the studios of famous artists are very valuable throughout the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in O continent.
At that moment, the teacher in charge of photographing the gallery suddenly stopped and bowed to a figure in front of him: "Mr. Berg."
From the screen, you can see that he is a man in his thirties with a small braid, and he looks a bit neurotic.
Qin Lingyu and the rest of the production crew were surprised, but she immediately followed up with an introduction: "Berg Blaine, the number one painter in the world, especially skilled in the style of Chino von. One of his paintings recently sold for three hundred million US dollars at auction."
[Holy crap, I remember now, I saw his art exhibition in O continent, he's a genius oil painter!]
[Wow, that's impressive. I heard that even doctoral students at the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent might not be able to meet Berg, yet Juan managed to get Berg's attention. No wonder he has dual enrollment.]
Juan was quite surprised as well.
He had met Berg, but it was in a public lecture hall.
Berg was eccentric and difficult to get along with. He was only good friends with the pianist Barthes, and he couldn't get anyone else to come.
Masters of this caliber are indeed quite eccentric.
Then Juan saw Berg walk toward the camera.
He was even more surprised and was about to speak when Berg spoke first: "Move aside."
Juan paused, then pointed to himself: "Me?"
"Yes, yes, hurry up!" Berg was very anxious, stamping his feet and urging repeatedly, "Move aside."
He just saw a familiar expression on the computer screen and needs to check if he's seeing things because of his old eyes. He needs to confirm it.
Juan didn't understand, but he still moved away.
The camera was pointed directly at him, and Berg's face was magnified, almost touching the screen.
Netizens and students present could see it clearly.
Ying Zijing raised her head.
“Master Ying!” Berg finally saw the girl clearly, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed the computer. “Master Ying, what a coincidence, it’s great to see you again. When will you have time to teach me oil painting?”
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