“Good, try to win her over as soon as possible.”
Wan Yunting patted Jin Xiuwen. Fang Yanxi picked up her bag and phone and left the company with the man, driving away. Fang Yanxi glanced at Wan Yunting, who was driving, and said, “Aren’t you confident in Xiuwen’s abilities?”
“No.”
Wan Yunting glanced at her and smiled, “But this kind of incident in the company is also a test for him, so I think you shouldn’t interfere too much. If he really can’t solve this problem, we’ll step in. You’re managing two companies now and running around, I’m afraid you can’t handle it.”
This made Fang Yanxi give him a resentful look. “If you’re so afraid I can’t handle it, why don’t you take over Zhaoting Group?”
Wan Yunting smiled helplessly, “I’m not interested in running companies anymore. Besides, isn’t there Jiang Wenhao? He called me the day before yesterday and will be back in the country in a few days, so you’ll be a bit more relaxed then.”
After all, Fang Yanxi was not only the executive president of the domestic headquarters of Zhaoting Group but also the chairman of their Fang’s Group, so she basically had to rush to both companies every day, being extremely busy.
“I know.”
Fang Yanxi nodded, knowing that the man’s focus was now on medical skills and their Lingnan Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. He didn’t care about the matters of Zhaoting Group at all.
The two found a restaurant for dinner. Fang Yanxi also said, “I saw the news. You spent five hundred million to buy a painting. You’re quite a big spender.”
Wan Yunting ate while smiling, “Can’t be helped, it’s for a bit of fame.”
Fang Yanxi nodded, then looked directly at the man and said, “However, you have quite a lot of private savings.”
…Wan Yunting’s expression froze. He looked up at the woman and chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m really out of money this time.”
Fang Yanxi rolled her eyes at him. “If you don’t spend it, I will. By the way, how is that girl?”
When asked about Duan Yingying at home, Wan Yunting smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ve taught her a good lesson and she won’t upset you anymore.”
Fang Yanxi nodded. “Then I’ll go back tonight.”
This time, Wan Yunting’s expression froze, and his hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. Fang Yanxi, sensing something was wrong, raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to go back?”
“No, no, I didn’t mean that…”
Wan Yunting quickly shook his head and waved his hands, his expression extremely awkward and embarrassed. “Don’t be angry when I tell you this, but two more people came to the house today!”
Fang Yanxi stared at him, her eyes cold. “Women?”
Wan Yunting chuckled awkwardly and immediately waved his hands to explain, “But don’t misunderstand, they are Taoist nuns from the Wudang Sect. They came to discuss swordsmanship with me and are just staying at home for a few days. I don’t know them, nor do I have any relationship with them.”
Fang Yanxi let out a cold chuckle. “You don’t know them, you have no relationship with them, and you let them stay at your house? Wan Yunting, is your house a shelter for women?”
“It’s not like that, Yanxi, let me explain…”
“That’s enough, I’m full and I don’t want to hear you say anything else.”
Fang Yanxi put down her chopsticks, picked up her phone and bag, and stood up. She turned to Zhong Hongmei and Shi Qiang, who were sitting at the next table, and said, “Sister Hongmei, please drive me back to the company. I have a meeting to attend tonight…”
Zhong Hongmei and Shi Qiang nodded, put down their chopsticks, and got up. They gave Wan Yunting a slight nod and left with Fang Yanxi.
“Sigh…”
Wan Yunting could only helplessly watch Fang Yanxi and Zhong Hongmei leave. He sighed helplessly and sat down to continue eating, feeling displeased. He knew his actions were indeed inconsiderate, and it was normal for the woman to be angry…
After finishing dinner at the restaurant, Wan Yunting drove directly home. After all, Zi Qing and her disciples were still at home, and he had to go back to check on them.
“Mr. Wan is back…”
Huang Guilan, who was clearing the dishes in the restaurant, greeted Wan Yunting as he entered.
But Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow. Hearing the commotion of an argument from the basement, he asked, “Aunt Lan, what’s going on downstairs?”
Huang Guilan said helplessly, “Miss Yingying and that young girl named Lan Xin went downstairs after dinner to watch a movie. As a result, they started arguing over the remote control, neither of them willing to give in.”
Wan Yunting was speechless and asked, “What about the other one?”
Huang Guilan knew he was referring to Zi Qing. “She’s been in her bedroom on the third floor since dinner. I don’t know what she’s doing.”
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, “Aunt Lan, you’re busy. Finish up and get some rest early, don’t stay up too late.”
“Okay.” Huang Guilan responded and continued to pack up.
Wan Yunting went down to the movie room in the basement and saw Duan Yingying and Lan Xin still arguing over the remote to watch their respective movies. He stepped forward and snatched the remote controls from their hands. “Alright, stop fighting. Give me the remote, neither of you will watch anymore.”
Duan Yingying’s eyes widened, and she shouted indignantly at his behavior, “No, Wan Yunting, you’re siding with outsiders!”
Wan Yunting gave her a speechless look and pointed at Lan Xin. “She’s a guest, so it’s wrong for you to argue with her.”
“Exactly.”
Lan Xin arrogantly glared at Duan Yingying, which infuriated her. She wasn’t angry at Lan Xin, but at Wan Yunting’s attitude. She shouted angrily, “Wan Yunting, I’m not talking to you anymore, hmph.”
Saying that, the girl stomped her foot heavily and stormed out, leaving Wan Yunting feeling depressed. Lan Xin immediately snatched the remote from his hand and said with a smile, “I want to watch a movie.”
“Go ahead.”
Wan Yunting waved his hand and turned to leave, closing the door behind him. He let Lan Xin watch whatever she wanted. Seeing Duan Yingying storm back to her room and slam the door shut, Wan Yunting sighed helplessly and went to knock on her door. “Yingying, why are you angry? That Lan Xin is just a little girl. Let her watch if she wants. Why are you competing with her?”
Duan Yingying, who was lying on her bed, heard the man’s words outside the door and her mouth twisted with anger. She shouted impatiently, “Get lost, I don’t want to hear you talk. Get out…”
“Hey, you’re still talking back to me.”
Wan Yunting outside the door was speechless, but he was too lazy to argue with her. He turned and went upstairs, then called Huang Guilan up and gave her a gift box to help her take it downstairs to Duan Yingying…
Wan Yunting then went up to the third floor, wanting to see what Zi Qing was doing. He arrived at her bedroom door. Seeing that the door was not closed, Wan Yunting stood at the entrance, knocked on the door, and called out, “Sister Zi Qing, are you in?”
There was no response, which made Wan Yunting curious. He entered the room to look, but it was empty, making him even more puzzled. Didn’t Lan Yi say Zi Qing was on the third floor? Where did she go…
Just as Wan Yunting turned to leave, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Zi Qing, tall and completely naked, walked out, bumping into Wan Yunting. Their eyes met, and the air instantly froze. Wan Yunting’s eyes widened, and he was stiffly rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on her, unable to react for a moment…
On the contrary, Zi Qing looked calm. Her phoenix eyes were a little vacant. Looking at the stiff and frozen Wan Yunting before her, she asked, “Is something wrong?”
“Uh, I’m sorry…”
Wan Yunting, coming back to his senses, quickly covered his eyes and said apologetically before hurrying out of the room and closing the door. This action, however, caused a hint of confusion to appear in Zi Qing’s naturally dazed phoenix eyes. She looked down at herself and realized she was wearing nothing. This caused her exquisitely beautiful face to freeze, and then, as if nothing had happened, she turned and returned to the bathroom…
“Weirdo, a real weirdo…”
Wan Yunting, who had come to the living room, blinked his eyes, stroking his chin with one hand. Zi Qing had been naked just now, and he had been staring at her, yet she had appeared so calm and dazed. She was simply not like a normal woman. Therefore, Wan Yunting concluded that this Sister Zi Qing was also a weirdo. He muttered, “Well, she’s good at everything, just a bit flat-chested…”
A moment later, the door opened, and Zi Qing walked out wearing a gray robe. The deep V-neck in the front revealed a patch of her chest, and the lapels were pointed, making Wan Yunting pause in surprise. He looked at Zi Qing with a strange expression. Could it be that she had practiced martial arts to the point of being silly?
“What do you need me for?”
Zi Qing, with her naturally dazed expression, asked Wan Yunting.
“Oh, nothing…”
Wan Yunting quickly got up, wanting to apologize to her again. Seeing that Zi Qing seemed unconcerned, Wan Yunting decided not to bring up the incident again, as it would only make himself more awkward. He tried to avoid looking at the parts he shouldn’t be looking at, and said with a smile, “I came up to ask if you needed anything else, what do you need? I’ll have Aunt Lan prepare it for you.”
Zi Qing shook her head slightly and then suddenly remembered something, asking, “Is there any medicinal fragrance?”
“Medicinal fragrance, we don’t have that.”
Wan Yunting shook his head and smiled, “I’ll ask tomorrow and see if I can buy some.”
Zi Qing nodded and said nothing more.
Wan Yunting looked at her naturally dazed phoenix eyes. Neither of them spoke for a moment, and the air felt like it was freezing. After ten seconds, Wan Yunting gave an awkward chuckle and said, “If there’s nothing else, you should rest early.”
Zi Qing seemed to recall something and asked, “Could you write a piece of calligraphy for me to see?”
Wan Yunting, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at her askance. He knew that Zi Qing had seen his calligraphy and specifically came to find him. Her request now was not surprising. He nodded and smiled, “Of course. The study is downstairs, follow me.”
Zi Qing nodded slightly and silently followed Wan Yunting downstairs to the spacious study on the second basement floor. Zi Qing’s dazed phoenix eyes scanned the room. Wan Yunting smiled without saying anything, began to grind ink, and prepared the rice paper for calligraphy, saying, “I suppose Sister Zi Qing knows a lot about calligraphy?”
Zi Qing nodded and said in a soft, mellow voice, “I know a little.”
Wan Yunting turned to look at her while grinding the ink, and said with a smile, “Sister Zi Qing, do you usually stay on the Wudang Mountain?”
Zi Qing nodded and gave a soft hum. Her naturally dazed phoenix eyes watched him grind the ink…
“So, Sister Zi Qing didn’t know about me before, but found out after seeing my calligraphy at the Lanting Award competition?” Wan Yunting continued to say with a smile.
Zi Qing still nodded indifferently, and finally, she spoke, “Your ink grinding method is wrong!”
Wan Yunting was about to continue probing, but she said this, which made him pause. Looking at the ink in his hand, Zi Qing came up and without a word, took the ink from him and slowly ground it on the inkstone, saying calmly, “Pine smoke ink requires moderate force. If the force is too great or the speed is too fast, the ink will be coarse and foamy, and the color will lack luster. The correct method should be to apply force with pressing and pushing, with measured lightness and heaviness. Do not be too hasty. The ground ink should be thick and fine…”
Wan Yunting’s expression was stunned. He watched her jade-like hands circle the pine smoke ink on the inkstone vertically and horizontally at a moderate pace, giving off a peaceful aura. It was indeed different from his previous fast and incorrect ink grinding, forming two different postures.
From this, it could be seen that Zi Qing’s life on Wudang Mountain was extremely slow and peaceful. Her nature valued slowness and correctness…