"It's much smaller..."
Wan Yunting sat by the bed, first giving Ling Wei a massage and then preparing for acupuncture treatment. "I'll give you another treatment in a few days, then you'll take Chinese medicine for half a month, and your illness will be much better."
"Really? That's great."
Upon hearing that her illness could be cured in half a month, Ling Wei was overjoyed. Looking at Wan Yunting's calm and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart. She smiled charmingly, "Suddenly, I feel a little reluctant to part!"
Wan Yunting paused, understanding what she meant, but he just smiled and didn't engage. Instead, he changed the subject, "Ms. Ling, I heard your relationship with your father is quite strained!"
Ling Wei narrowed her charming eyes and looked at him in confusion, "Why are you suddenly interested in him?"
Wan Yunting chuckled, "Just trying to find some conversation, so I don't feel awkward."
"Heh heh..."
Ling Wei giggled, "Then we can talk about love, like you being my boyfriend..."
"No, no. I'm quite interested in your situation with your father. Please tell me about it." Wan Yunting's hands didn't stop, and he forcefully steered the conversation back.
However, Ling Wei clearly didn't want to mention her scumbag father. Seeing that Wan Yunting was insistent, she could only say simply, "It's actually very simple. The reason why we became estranged is because of vested interests!"
"Oh."
Actually, this reason could be easily found out by asking around.
But Wan Yunting didn't believe that it was just interests that broke their father-daughter relationship to the point of becoming enemies. It was clearly not that simple!
Seeing that Ling Wei was reluctant to talk, Wan Yunting didn't probe further and asked, "So, you and your father are going your separate ways now?"
"Mhm."
Ling Wei smiled and nodded, but she narrowed her charming eyes. From Wan Yunting's shift to this topic, she knew he wasn't just trying to avoid awkwardness.
Could it be that he wanted to side with Ling Xianzong?
At this moment, the door to the examination room was pushed open, and it was Su Ke'er. "Brother Yunting, are you in?"
Wan Yunting and Ling Wei, who were behind the screen, were startled. Su Ke'er also saw the figure behind the screen and excitedly walked over. However, when she saw the scene inside, she was stunned, and the salted fish and eggplant casserole she was holding fell to the ground. "Brother Yunting, you, what are you doing?"
Wan Yunting turned his head to look at Su Ke'er who had entered. "Why are you here? I'm treating Ms. Ling."
"Treating... treating illness...?"
Su Ke'er pointed at his hands, which were on Ling Wei, in disbelief...
At that moment, she found it hard to accept the reality before her, feeling greatly deceived. Her big eyes reddened, and she pursed her cherry lips, saying aggrievedly, "Then you continue your treatment..."
With that, she turned and ran out, leaving Wan Yunting bewildered. Ling Wei smiled, "It seems your little girlfriend misunderstood you."
"Sigh."
Wan Yunting sighed helplessly. He was in the middle of treating Ling Wei and couldn't stop midway. He would have to find Ke'er to explain later.
Before long, Kuang Long and Han Duo'er returned, and Wan Yunting had already finished his acupuncture treatment on Ling Wei.
Because Su Ke'er interrupted him, he couldn't find out any information about her father, Ling Xianzong, from Ling Wei.
It seemed he could only go out with Niu Qiuling tonight to gather information and find a way to approach Ling Xianzong!
After sending Ling Wei and the others downstairs, Wan Yunting tidied up the salted fish and eggplant casserole that Su Ke'er had dropped and then took out his phone to call her...
Meanwhile, Ling Wei, who had left the Traditional Chinese Medicine department and returned to her car, frowned. "Kuang Long, are you sure Boss Wan won't get involved in our underground business?"
"Yes."
Kuang Long, who was driving, nodded. "When we were in prison, Boss Wan made it clear that after he got out, he would absolutely not associate with people from the underworld!"
Ling Wei rested her chin on her delicate hand. "But why did he suddenly ask about that old bastard Ling Xianzong?"
Her words surprised Kuang Long, who immediately shook his head. "Impossible. Even if Boss Wan were to associate with us, he would never associate with Ling Xianzong!"
Ling Wei shook her head slightly. She still couldn't figure out Wan Yunting.
Perhaps he was just asking out of curiosity just now?
Wan Yunting, in the examination room, saw that Su Ke'er wasn't answering his phone, and he shook his head helplessly. He was about to go to the emergency department when more patients arrived, so he had to see them first...
The Fu Garden Tea House is located in Songhu Garden, Huadu City.
This is a place where modern literati gather and showcase literature.
Because those who can enter the Fu Garden Tea House to drink tea are basically members of the Literary Association.
As long as you can master one of poetry, calligraphy, music, or painting, you can enter the Fu Garden Tea House for tea.
Therefore, if you don't have a bit of literary knowledge, you wouldn't dare to come here.
Hence, tourists often outside the Fu Garden Tea House can hear beautiful zither music from inside and see men and women dressed in ancient styles coming and going, appearing out of place with modern people.
Therefore, there is also a popular circle of people wearing Hanfu, but this circle is still incomparable to the circle of the Literary Association.
The Fu Garden Tea House is very large, with its interior designed in the style of Suzhou gardens, while also incorporating the architectural style of the Lingnan school.
In a pavilion in Lian Lake, which is connected to Songhu Lake, a group of young people dressed in ancient Hanfu are gathered around a desk.
A tall young man is seen with his left hand resting on the desk, holding a brush in his right hand, writing on the Xuan paper with broad strokes. He has long, black hair tied back with a black silk ribbon.
He is wearing a black ancient robe, with a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high-bridged nose, and alluring thin lips. He looks like a graceful young master from ancient times.
"Wow, he's so handsome."
"Yeah, and his Shoujin style calligraphy is so good..."
The young ladies in Hanfu gathered around look at the calligraphy under his brush, which is the Shoujin style of Emperor Huizong of Song.
"Sharp and prominent, lean yet fleshy. As expected of the contemporary Shoujin style master of the capital, the last disciple of Elder Yuan, Huangfu Hongfang's Shoujin style calligraphy has a touch of Emperor Huizong of Song!" A young man dressed in ancient attire, holding a paper fan, praises Huangfu Hongfang's Shoujin style calligraphy.
"Envious and jealous..."
Other young men and women nod and smile, regretting that they can't write such perfect Shoujin style calligraphy.
Then, several middle-aged people wearing Tang suits arrive.
"It's Chairman Liang..."
Upon seeing them, the surrounding young people all bow and greet them.
"Good, good, everyone, no need to be so formal."
One of them, wearing a gray Tang suit, with a pearwood bracelet on his wrist and playing with a pair of walnuts in his large hand, is Liang Hongda, the vice-chairman of the Huadu Literary Association.
"Uncle Liang, you're here."
Huangfu Hongfang, who has finished a piece of calligraphy, puts down his brush and walks out to cup his hands in greeting. He is very handsome with his elegant demeanor.
"Haha, Hongfang, I heard you returned from the capital, and I guessed you'd be here."
Liang Hongda presses down on Huangfu Hongfang's clasped hands, as the Huangfu family is a prominent clan in Huadu.
Huangfu Hongfang's grandfather is a contemporary Lingnan school painter, and his father is an official in the political arena. Therefore, the Huangfu family is truly noble and a prestigious family of scholars in Huadu City.
Now, Huangfu Hongfang has inherited his grandfather's painting skills and has also apprenticed himself to the renowned capital calligrapher Elder Yuan!
In recent years, he has often gone to the capital to study calligraphy with his teacher and promote the Lingnan school painting techniques. He is truly a versatile and talented scholar in the Literary Association.