The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing followed the housekeeper around the main gate of the mansion and walked towards the east, where they saw an exquisite small building.

"This East House was built later, and it is separated from the main house by a corridor," the housekeeper introduced with a smile, "Speaking of which, it was built more than 20 years ago to marry Mrs. Song who married from the Gu family. Now it belongs to the old lady, and Miss Zhou also lives here."

Wen Qing had heard from her grandmother that the Mrs. Song who married into the Gu family was named Gu Huaian. She was Song Weiming's original wife, Song Jingshen's mother, and also the distant niece of the old lady of the Song family.

There was a separate door in the east house. The housekeeper led Wen Qing through the door and into a luxuriously decorated room.

Under the tall arched window, there was a half-worn mahogany round table. A white-haired old lady was sitting beside the table, looking at me with a warm smile.

That should be Old Lady Song. Wen Qing quickly walked over to greet her, and Old Lady Song gently held Wen Qing's hand and said hello.

While instructing the servants to make tea, Zhou Wen asked about Wen Qing's dietary preferences and ordered the housekeeper to prepare meals, reminding her not to let Miss Wen feel uncomfortable while eating.

After everything was done, she sat back next to the old lady, picked up a plate of dessert as lightly as a butterfly, and brought it to the old lady's mouth: "Mother, try the peach cake I made? I specially added chicken oil, it's sweet and not greasy."

"Okay." Old Lady Song took a sip, and after Zhou Wen wiped the residue from her mouth with a handkerchief, she slowly turned to Wen Qing and asked, "Miss Wen is from North City?"

"Yes. I grew up in North City." Wen Qing replied.

"Well. It's not easy to be admitted to Jiangcheng! Good boy, you have suffered a lot." The old lady sighed.

Before Wen Qing could reply, she heard her aunt whisper, "Mother is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see her children suffer."

She glanced at Wen Qing, then turned to Old Lady Song and said, "Compared to our Jiangcheng children, students from the North City do have to endure more hardships if they want to succeed, but our Qing'er is different. She has been a top student since she was young, and her college entrance examination scores are extremely high. She can go to Peking University or Tsinghua University!"

Old Mrs. Song smiled and joked, "It's so hard to get such a great person from my family, you must be so proud! My family is not short of academic masters either, I've never boasted about that."

"Yes, yes, we are a small family, how dare we compete with you!" Zhou Wen put down the small dish and raised a cup of tea, "Everyone knows that your Gu family is of high status, and there have been several top scholars in every generation. Not to mention those far away, Huaiyuan is one of them."

Old Madam Song took a sip of tea from her hand and asked Wen Qing, "I heard that Miss Wen is following Huaiyuan?"

"Yes." Wen Qing replied, "Professor Gu took good care of me and accepted me into his research team."

"I heard that Huaiyuan is surrounded by doctors and masters. You are so young, will it be hard for you to follow him?"

"It's okay." Wen Qing smiled, "I just do some small things, it's not hard."

"Mother, you underestimate Qing'er." Zhou Wen said, "F University snatched her away from Tsinghua University and Peking University. Not only did they give her a scholarship and exempt her tuition and miscellaneous fees, they also promised to focus on her training. Otherwise, how could she have entered Huaiyuan's laboratory?"

"Miss Wen is talented and beautiful. She came to celebrate my birthday with me today, which brought honor to our Song family."

"You're welcome..." Wen Qing didn't expect Mrs. Song to be so polite. She stood up nervously and accidentally touched the gift box at her feet. Then she realized that the ginseng had not been presented yet, so she quickly bent down to pick it up.

Zhou Wen motioned her to sit down, and called the servant to open the box: "It's good that you are here, why do you bring such a valuable thing."

Old Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Yes, there is no need to feel restrained when you come here. Isn't your aunt's house your home?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep male voice came from outside the door: "The good thing about the Song family is that anyone who comes here can treat it as their own home."

Wen Qing looked up and saw a tall man standing at the door, exuding an arrogant and cold aura.

“Depth of Field is back? Come here! Let me see…” Old Mrs. Song was so excited that she wanted to stand up.

Song Jingshen walked over quickly, called out "Grandma", then bent down and let her touch his face and hair.

Under the warm light, Wen Qing glanced at the face in Old Lady Song's palm - the outline was as if carved by a knife or an axe, the eyebrows and eyes were cold, the thin lips were lightly pursed, and the jawline was like a short arrow shot from a string, swiftly and neatly buried in the collar.

"Okay, I'm glad you're back!" Old Mrs. Song's eyes were filled with tears. After touching her grandson's face, she held his hand tightly and was unwilling to let go.

Song Jingshen said softly: "Grandma, the meal is ready, and everyone is here, waiting for you to start the meal."

"Did you go to the mansion to meet your aunt and her family just now?"

"Yes, time flies. Qi Fan is almost as tall as me now." Song Jingshen also felt a little emotional.

"That's right! It's been so many years, and we can finally have a meal together. Depth of Field, you won't leave this time, right?"

"I'm not leaving for now."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Song Jingshen helped Old Lady Song to slowly stand up, and Zhou Wen stepped forward and gently put a shawl around the old lady's shoulders.

"It's windy outside, mother, be careful not to catch a cold." She said softly.

The old lady stood still tremblingly, raised her head with some effort, and said to Song Jingshen: "Thanks to her for taking care of me all these years. Otherwise, my old bones would have dried up long ago!"

Song Jingshen glanced at Zhou Wen and said in a light tone, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Zhou."

Logically speaking, Zhou Wen is the elder, so she should be called Auntie at least. However, he only called her "Miss Zhou", and his attitude was colder than calling a housekeeper or a servant.

Wen Qing saw it and was angry, but Zhou Wen didn't care at all and kept calling her "Depth of Field". Her open attitude made Wen Qing even more upset.

After passing through a corridor and turning two corners, the group walked into a restaurant. The restaurant was not very big, and it should be the place where the family eats every day, but the decoration and furnishings were still magnificent.

A complex crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling of the restaurant, and facing the chandelier is a mahogany round table. The main dishes have not been served yet, but there are more than a dozen cold dishes and exquisite tableware on the table.

There were six or seven mahogany chairs surrounding the round table, and there was someone sitting on each chair. When they saw Old Mrs. Song come in, everyone stood up.

Old Mrs. Song smiled and asked everyone to sit down, then she sat down tremblingly in the main seat.

After the old lady sat down, Zhou Wen sat next to her on the right and served her in every detail. Wen Qing sat next to her aunt and happened to meet Song Jingshen who was sitting on the other side of the old lady.

Perhaps because she was so close, Wen Qing noticed his shirt - the collar was cut differently from that of ordinary shirts, with a curve that was wider at the top and narrower at the bottom - it was a signature design of Jiangcheng's top hand-made custom-made shirts.

Wen Qing curled her lips. She had only seen Gu Huaiyuan wearing the same style of shirt. At the international academic conference last month, she heard her senior sister Zhu Yu gossiping about the unique cut of Professor Gu's shirt collar, and only then did she learn this little trick to identify hand-made custom-made shirts.

"The price of one of their shirts is enough to pay our tuition fees for a whole year!" Senior sister Zhu Yu said with emotion, "We can't catch up with the lifestyle of rich people even if we fly high in the sky, unless we start our own business and rush to go public before we die of exhaustion."

Thinking of her senior sister's teasing, Wen Qing couldn't help but chuckle, which immediately attracted the attention of the opposite side.

What kind of look was that? Disdainful, playful, and nonchalant, as if he was studying a pet or a collection, but not like looking at a person.

Wen Qing was filled with disgust but had no way of expressing it, so she just buried her head in her meal and never looked up unless it was absolutely necessary.

After three rounds of drinks, a middle-aged woman with a haughty look asked, "I heard that Miss Wen has excellent grades. Can you tell me about your college entrance examination results?"

Instantly, the whole room was silent. Wen Qing felt like a swordsman on the overpass, owing everyone present a backflip.

Zhou Wen came forward and whispered, "Song Weizhi, Jing Long calls her Second Aunt, you should call her that too."

"Yeah." Wen Qing nodded and turned to look at Song Weizi.

"Total score 704. Full marks in math, one point deducted for physics. Other subjects are average."

"Tsk..." Someone gasped and said in an exaggerated tone, "Oh my god, what's wrong with this guy's brain? He scored such a high score!"

Wen Qing looked in the direction of the voice and saw Song Weizi glaring at the young man next to him, who immediately fell silent.

Song Weizhi turned around and said with a smile: "No wonder Miss Zhou insisted on inviting Miss Wen to her house for dinner. She is indeed not of our kind and is extraordinary."

"Miss Zhou" again! And "not of my kind"? What does that mean... Wen Qing lowered her head, her eyes filled with emotions.

"I don't deserve to be called extraordinary. It's not unreasonable to say that you are not of my kind." Wen Qing raised her head, looked directly into Song Weizi's surprised eyes, and said slowly:

"It is more difficult for a person with low IQ to learn mathematics than for a dog to understand human language. The difference in human IQ is more difficult to overcome than the gap between different species. So what you said about not being of my kind does make sense."

When Wen Qing finished, Song Weizhi's face was already livid. She suppressed her anger and said, "I knew Miss Wen was smart, but I didn't expect she was so smart that she would compare others to dogs when they disagreed with each other! Miss Zhou, is it possible that your upbringing is as similar as your appearance?"