Being tortured by her whole family, she no longer pretends to be a real daughter!

When Lin Yi heard this, he quickly handed his meal card to Lin Yusheng. "This is my meal card. It allows me to eat on the third floor. There's over 10,000 yuan in it, enough for a month's worth of food."

He glanced at Chu Lingfei and Song Qingyu again and said, "You can bring your friends with you."

Lin Yusheng glanced at him and opened his mouth to refuse.

Chu Lingfei accepted the meal card and winked at her. "Since your fourth brother is so generous, why should we refuse? That's the third floor. Sheng, you're still growing up. You can't get along with anyone but the food, right?"

Lin Yusheng pursed his lips, said nothing, and lowered his head to eat.

Chu Lingfei glanced at Lin Yi again. "But... Young Master, each person can only apply for one meal card, right? If you give the card to Lin Yusheng, how will you eat in the future?"

"It doesn't matter. I can ask my brother to treat me."

Chu Lingfei said "Oh" and stretched out the tone thoughtfully, "Is that so..."

Lin Yi racked his brains to find a topic, "Lin Yusheng, congratulations on getting a spot in the calligraphy competition."

Lin Yusheng glanced at him indifferently and said, "There's nothing to congratulate."

It's not a big deal.

Lin Yi was a little embarrassed and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Okay, Lin Yi, you don't have to act like that. Lin Ruoyao sent you here as an undercover agent, right? What exactly do you want from me by getting closer to me? Or rather, what do you want to plot against me?"

Lin Yi was stunned. "What?"

Undercover?

He stared at Lin Yusheng closely, incredulous, "Is this what you think of me?"

He did want to get closer to her, but he definitely didn't want to get anything from her, nor did he want to plot against her.

"What? Am I wrong?" Lin Yusheng glanced at him indifferently. "I remember how you treated me when I first returned to the Lin family, Lin Yi. I know your true nature very well. Don't you hate and despise me? Why are you looking for me now?"

"..." Lin Yi looked at Lin Yusheng, his chest inexplicably sour. He endured the grievance and explained, "I was quite mean to you when you first came home, but I don't think so now. Really, Lin Yusheng, don't think of me like that..."

Lin Yusheng was too lazy to listen to him and left with the plate.

Lin Yi was stunned, and his eyes suddenly turned red as he looked at Lin Yusheng's back.

I feel a little sad and a little wronged.

He had indeed treated Lin Yusheng badly in the past, he was blind, but he really didn't think so now. What would it take for Lin Yusheng to trust him?

Lin Yusheng seems...

I will never trust him again.

Lin Yi sat there in a daze, feeling a little helpless.

-

Zhao Mengqing sat at the table holding his mobile phone. He rolled his eyes, opened the chat box, found Lin Yusheng's avatar, and clicked on it.

He has always valued talent, so when he was at the cultural center, he added Lin Yusheng's contact information.

"Girl, how's your entry going?"

Lin Yusheng was about to write when she received the message. She glanced at it and replied, "I haven't written it yet."

Zhao Mengqing frowned, "Why haven't you written yet? There are only three days left until the submission date. Hurry and write!"

Lin Yusheng also frowned, "Why are you in such a hurry? There are still three days left."

Zhao Mengqing sighed, put down his phone, and felt melancholy.

Of course he is anxious.

He was a man who valued talent, but the quality of the works submitted to various calligraphy competitions in recent years had been declining year by year! He had hardly seen any promising young talents.

Lin Yusheng is the only one who has caught his eye in these years.

He also hoped that Lin Yusheng's work would make a stunning debut at the competition! After all, the competition would be broadcast live, allowing more viewers to see the good works, which would make the competition worthwhile!

Zhao Mengqing was thinking this when his cell phone suddenly vibrated again.

Lin Yusheng sent him a message with three words:

"It's written."

Zhao Mengqing was suddenly surprised and delighted, and he couldn't wait any longer, "Send it to me quickly."

The next second, he received a photo of the unfolded scroll sent by Lin Yusheng.

Zhao Mengqing rubbed his hands excitedly, clicked on the picture and looked at it carefully.

As he watched, he burst into laughter, "Good! This is great!"

Zhang Junsheng pushed the door open and saw Zhao Mengqing laughing loudly. He was stunned for a moment, "President Zhao, you..."

When Zhao Mengqing saw someone coming, he immediately pursed his lips and stopped smiling, putting on a serious and dignified look, "Junsheng, why are you here?"

"This is the information you asked me to bring."

Zhang Junsheng handed him a stack of information.

Zhao Mengqing took the things and said, "Okay, thank you for your help."

"It should."

Zhao Mengqing watched Zhang Junsheng leave, picked up his phone and typed, "Girl, look, since you don't need a master, how about you take me in as your apprentice?"

Lin Yusheng looked at the words, stunned, "Ah——?"

"Isn't this appropriate?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. Your handwriting is better than mine. I'd love to be your disciple and learn a thing or two from you."

"That's not what I meant. I meant... you're older, and I'm still young. If you go out and say I'm your master, people might think I'm over a hundred years old, which would really affect my image in the eyes of outsiders."

She didn't want people to think of an old grandmother when they heard the name "Lin Yusheng".

Zhao Mengqing: "..."

He laughed angrily and threw his phone away in anger.

Just an image.

Is it more important than him?

-

teahouse.

Song Zhilan invited a few noble ladies to have afternoon tea.

Before having tea, they went to an auction, where a lady spent two million to buy a piece of calligraphy.

"Mrs. Luo is really generous. She spent two million just to buy a calligraphy." A noble lady teased.

The Luo family's business has been booming in recent years, which has made many people present envious and jealous.

Because of Lin Ruoyao, Song Zhilan knew a little about calligraphy. She took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Madam Yu, the calligraphy that Madam Luo photographed is not simple. It is the work of Huang Jian, a calligrapher from the Southern Song Dynasty. Master Huang's calligraphy has always been valuable."

Mrs. Luo finally met someone who knew what was good. "It seems that Mrs. Lin has some knowledge of calligraphy."

She thought of something else, "Oh, no wonder, your child's handwriting is pretty good. Wasn't he selected to participate in that calligraphy competition?"

Song Zhilan smiled. Every time she heard people praising Lin Ruoyao, she always felt proud.

"Well, my Yaoyao's handwriting is indeed good."

Mrs. Luo smiled knowingly, "Your Shengsheng's handwriting is also very good."

Song Zhilan was stunned.

Shengsheng?

Are you talking about Lin Yusheng?

She looked a little puzzled, wondering why Mrs. Luo suddenly said that Lin Yusheng's handwriting was good.

Is it because Lin Ruoyao’s handwriting is good, so you think Lin Yusheng’s handwriting should also be good?

Song Zhilan had no choice but to explain awkwardly: "Mrs. Luo, you misunderstood. Lin Yusheng is different from Yaoyao. She doesn't understand calligraphy."