Chapter 152: I Have Plenty of This Stuff

An awkward atmosphere filled the private dining room, thickening by the second.

Bai Yinyin sobbed, choking on her tears: "You clearly said you came here to find me."

Professor Zhao Guangming was also extremely embarrassed, knowing he was at fault for having mistaken the person. He offered a word of comfort: "Student Bai Yinyin's calligraphy is also quite good. It can be considered a very decent talent."

Hearing this, Bai Yinyin cried even harder, wishing she could throw a tantrum right on the floor. She was practically fainting from grief.

She had practiced calligraphy for ten years, and in the end, in Professor Zhao's eyes, it amounted to nothing more than a talent show performance?

Had her dream of entering Beijing University been shattered?

Wuuu—

Is there any justice left in this world?

Why did Bai Chuwei get all the good things? It's not fair!

Bai Guofu looked at Bai Yinyin with displeasure, his face turning cold as he reprimanded: "I told you long ago, to ignore the advice of elders is to invite disaster! How many times did the Old Ancestor warn you beforehand?"

Just look at how thoroughly she had embarrassed herself.

Bringing Professor Zhao to a family gathering—wasn't this practically offering her face up to be slapped?

Just moments ago, Bai Yinyin had been as proud as a peacock; now, she looked like a frost-bitten eggplant.

Liu Man's face felt burning hot. She pulled the wailing Bai Yinyin to her feet and said awkwardly, "I'll take Yinyin to the restroom to wash her face."

How humiliating!

Liu Man was on the verge of crying right along with her daughter. Yesterday, she had already boasted to all the socialites in her circle that her daughter had caught Professor Zhao's eye, and now it was all ruined.

Liu Man dragged Bai Yinyin rapidly out of the private room, though Bai Chuwei could still hear Bai Yinyin's crying echoing behind them.

Inside the room, an enigmatic awkwardness lingered...

Zhao Guangming spoke with deep apology: "This is all the fault of this old man. Because I only took a three-day leave from the university and was afraid of wasting time, I followed Student Yinyin here."

He had assumed the family relations would be harmonious and nobody would mind, but who could have known it would be awkward enough to make one's scalp tingle?

The group smiled and nodded.

At this moment, Zhao Guangming was bursting with questions: Where on earth did Bai Chuwei learn the Lingbai script? And where did she get this landscape painting?

Bai Chuwei felt somewhat helpless: "The reason I know the Lingbai script is because I invented this typeface."

Zhao Guangming: "Student Bai, please tell the truth. I won't spread it around."

Bai Chuwei massaged her temples. She knew from the start that no one would believe such words, just as no one would believe she had lived for over five thousand years.

Bai Chuwei said lazily: "Can we just say I learned it by reading books and copying them?"

Professor Zhao Guangming's gaze grew even more suspicious. That was simply impossible!

Because the surviving ancient texts of the Lingbai script had been burned to ashes during the fall of the West Moon Kingdom, and the only remaining two works contained less than a hundred characters of poetic inscriptions, even modern experts had no way to reconstruct the exact writing method of every single character in the Lingbai script!

Which book had Bai Chuwei possibly copied from?

Suddenly, Zhao Guangming lowered his head to look at the painting, trembling with excitement.

Could it be that such cultural relics were abundant here with Bai Chuwei, which was why she had the opportunity to copy and study them?!

Seeing Zhao Guangming hugging the painting for dear life, looking as if he would fight anyone who dared to touch it, Bai Shang said somewhat speechlessly, "Professor Zhao, if this thing is really that precious, then... then I'll just donate it to the country."

Bai Chuwei immediately looked displeased: "Second Brother Shang, I gave this to you so you could sell it for money. Why are you giving it to Professor Zhao? I have plenty of things like this."

Plenty of them!

It was just as he had guessed!

A surge of blood rushed straight to Zhao Guangming's head. He stared fixedly at Bai Chuwei, terrified that she might run away.

Things of equal value to this landscape painting were dime a dozen... Zhao Guangming felt every drop of blood in his body boiling with excitement.