The Young Matriarch

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: I Have Plenty of This Sort of Thing

The private room was filled with an awkward atmosphere that kept spreading.

“But you said you were coming to see me,” Bai Yinyin sobbed through her tears.

Professor Zhao Guangming was also very embarrassed, knowing the fault lay with himself, and tried to console her, “Bai Yinyin’s calligraphy is also quite good, it can be considered a pretty good talent.”

Hearing this, Bai Yinyin’s tears flowed even more fiercely, she wished she could throw a tantrum right there on the floor, nearly fainting from crying.

She had practiced calligraphy for ten years, and now in Professor Zhao’s eyes, did it only amount to a talent show performance?

Was her dream of attending Imperial Capital University now shattered?

Wah—

Is there no justice in this world!

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

Bai Guofu looked at Bai Yinyin displeased and sternly said, “I told you before, not heeding the old’s advice leads to imminent loss. How many times had your ancestors warned you before?”

Now look at the state your face is in!

Bringing Professor Zhao to a family gathering was like offering one’s face for a slap, wasn’t it?

Bai Yinyin just now was as proud as a peacock; now she looked like an eggplant beaten by frost.

On Liu Man’s face was a flush of embarrassment, pulling the loudly crying Bai Yinyin and awkwardly saying, “I’ll take Yinyin to the restroom to wash her face.”

This is so embarrassing!

Liu Man almost cried with her daughter. She had boasted to all the ladies in her circle yesterday that her daughter had caught the eye of Professor Zhao; now it was all over.

Liu Man quickly pulled Bai Yinyin out of the private room, and Bai Chuwei could still hear Bai Yinyin’s crying.

The private room was filled with an enigmatic awkwardness…

Professor Zhao Guangming spoke apologetically, “This matter is all this old man’s fault, as I only took a three-day leave from the school. I was worried about delaying time, which is why I followed student Yinyin here.”

I thought family relations were supposed to be good and this wouldn’t matter, but who knew it would be so awkward that it made my scalp tingle.

Everyone laughed and nodded their heads.

At this moment, Professor Zhao Guangming had a belly full of questions. Where on earth had Bai Chuwei learned the Spiritual White Script? And where did she obtain this landscape painting from?

Bai Chuwei felt somewhat helpless, “The reason I know Spiritual White Script is because I invented this script.”

Zhao Guangming said, “Miss Bai, tell me the truth, I won’t spread it around.”

Bai Chuwei touched her forehead, knowing that no one would believe such a thing, just as no one would believe she had lived for more than five thousand years.

Bai Chuwei said indifferently, “I learned by reading books and practicing through imitation, isn’t that enough to become proficient?”

Professor Zhao Guangming’s eyes grew even more doubtful. That was impossible!

Because the ancient texts written in Spiritual White Script had been burned to ashes during the downfall of Hanyue Country, leaving only two pieces with nearly a hundred words of poetry. Even subsequent experts could not replicate the exact stroke forms of Spiritual White Script!

From what book did Bai Chuwei practice imitation?

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

Could it be that such cultural relics exist in abundance with Bai Chuwei, giving her the opportunity to practice through imitation?!

Looking at Zhao Guangming clasping the painting tightly as if ready to fight anyone who dared touch it, Bai Shang said somewhat speechlessly, “Professor Zhao, if it really is that precious, then… then I’ll hand it over to the state.”

Bai Chuwei immediately felt displeased, “Shang, I gave this to you to make money by selling it, why give it to Professor Zhao? I have plenty of these things.”

Plenty!

Just as he suspected!

Zhao Guangming felt a surge of blood rush to his head, his eyes fixating on Bai Chuwei, terrified she might run away. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The thought of possessing objects of equal value to this landscape painting excited him to his core.

He had a bold idea.