The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 654 - 552 There are always troublemakers who strip off the big-shot’s disguise [2 updates]

Chapter 654: 552 There are always troublemakers who strip off the big-shot’s disguise [2 updates]

For a moment, he was dumbfounded, and it took a long time for him to move a step.

Wen Tinglan felt something and looked in the direction where Lin Qingjia was standing.

Their eyes met.

Wen Tinglan’s expression paused.

Blood ties are a strange thing.

Whether it’s repulsion or closeness, for no apparent reason, one can always sense the other person is their sibling.

Wen Tinglan’s intelligence was exceptionally high.

Knowing that An Roujin had married into the Ancient Martial World, he naturally deduced that this was another child of Wen Fengmian.

It was his biological sister whom he had never met.

Wen Fengmian had told him that the affairs of adults were unrelated to children.

A five-year-old child doesn’t understand anything and only knows about survival. Naturally, they would leave with the seemingly glamorous and prosperous side, not wanting to stay in a Poverty Alleviation County where even food was scarce.

Everyone is different; some people care more about identity and status, while others prioritize family ties.

All that matters is that one can face themselves without guilt.

Wen Tinglan very calmly withdrew his gaze, holding onto his phone as he resumed messaging Adele.

Lin Qingjia pursed her lips.

Hall Master Liu, seeing Lin Qingjia hadn’t followed, turned around puzzledly, "Miss Qingjia, what happened?"

He was over sixty years old, but far behind Lin Qingjia in the realm of refining medicine.

Today, he had also invited her to help him figure out where the problem lay.

"It’s nothing." Lin Qingjia shook her head, "Let’s go in."

Hall Master Liu led Lin Qingjia into the Alchemy Room and found that she was constantly lost in thought, which inevitably worried him, "Miss Qingjia, are you really all right?"

Lin Qingjia still shook her head, "I was thinking about a troublesome case."

Her thoughts were wandering as she helped Hall Master Liu with his problem.

Lin Jinyun kept telling her to go out and about partly because she hoped to bump into her biological father.

The Ancient Martial World recognized her biological father as a powerful ancient martial artist.

Otherwise, Lin Qingjia couldn’t possibly practice both Ancient Medicine and Ancient Martial Arts.

But Lin Qingjia knew that this recognition was false.

Wen Fengmian was indeed just an ordinary person.

So when An Roujin told her she had encountered Wen Fengmian, she was a bit nervous.

Seeing Wen Tinglan today had exceeded her expectations because An Roujin had told her, after returning to Qingshui County, that Wen Tinglan was severely autistic and not a normal person.

But now it obviously wasn’t the case.

Wen Tinglan was very normal and had recognized her, but clearly had no other intentions. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Of course, Lin Qingjia had no intention of acknowledging Wen Fengmian and his son either.

An Roujin was whimsical and nobody knew about her past family.

She was still the Miss of the Lin Family.

And that was fine.

**

After coming out from the Pill Alliance, Ying Zijin saw Wen Tinglan standing by the lake, silently watching the birds flying over the water.

She walked over, "What’s wrong? Spacing out again?"

"Sister." Hearing the familiar, indifferent voice, Wen Tinglan’s lips moved slightly, he said softly, "I saw her."

"Hmm?" Ying Zijin’s expression didn’t change as she nodded, "Lin Qingjia?"

Wen Tinglan nodded slowly, "She must have recognized me too, but we didn’t speak."

"Hmm, I have met her as well," Ying Zijin leaned against a tree, "Her talent is indeed very good, just like you."

She pondered for a moment, "What are your thoughts?"

"Dad said, the things of the past are over, that disgusting woman has been punished, and we live well now, there’s no need to pay attention to other people," Wen Tinglan was calm, "I listen to Dad, so I don’t need to have anything to do with irrelevant people."

Ever since he had memories, he only knew Ying Zijin.

The absence of a mother meant the three of them were a family.

Ying Zijin said indifferently, "Dad has always been right."

Wen Fengmian saw through things thoroughly, his Mental State Realm was something few people could reach.

After all, Lin Qingjia was still his biological daughter.

Originally, as father and daughter, there would be karma between Lin Qingjia and Wen Fengmian, potentially causing entanglement.

But she had calculated, and now it had weakened to almost nothing.

Ying Zijin made her deductions.

It should be that Lin Qingjia, taking advantage of the talent she received from Wen Fengmian, entered the Lin Family and obtained a better life, which just offset other aspects, severing this karmic connection.

Indeed, there was no difference from a stranger.

What others did was inconsequential to her, but Wen Fengmian and Wen Tinglan couldn’t be harmed.

"Let’s go," Ying Zijin patted his shoulder, "We still have to record the show tomorrow, your one hundred million."

Wen Tinglan heard this and his eyes softened as he said, "Mhm."

**

The next day.

There were no competition events today; instead, it was a day dedicated to filming daily life on campus.

First, Ying Zijin and Li Han, accompanied by the students from Norton University, visited several famous photo spots within Imperial Capital University. Later, as the host, Qin Lingyu suggested to establish a live connection with Norton University to film the buildings and other memories from there.

[Let’s drop our butts here and squat.]

[I really want to know what Norton University looks like inside.]

[I want to see a cute girl just like Adele, can you assign a partner to me?]

[I am the eternal longing of Norton University. [Smile]]

But the suggestion was rejected.

"We all signed a confidentiality agreement when we enrolled." Wen Tinglan also spoke up, "Indeed, internal affairs of the university should not be shown to outsiders."

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow.

She had no doubt that if they really did the filming, it was very likely that an explosion scene would be captured.

The last time she was there, a building exploded right next to her as she walked down the street.

The Vice Chancellor’s survival to this day was truly remarkable.

"There’s no way we can show Norton University." Huan glanced at Adele out of the corner of his eye, and with full confidence and elegance, he said, "We can show everyone the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent."

Art is very important to us Westerners, and since Adele likes it too, I naturally want to show off properly in front of her.

Proving that he was stronger than Wen Tinglan, that madman who only knows how to assemble firearms.

Qin Lingyu pressed her earpiece, "Alright, then let’s connect to the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent."

The netizens were rather disappointed.

[I am even more curious now. What exactly is inside Norton University’s campus that they won’t let people see?]

[Never mind, looking at the Royal Academy of Arts in O continent is fine too. Really, the students who can get in there are treasures of the future art world.]

In the conference hall, the large screen lowered, and soon, the buildings of the Royal Academy of Arts appeared.

A teacher from the Admissions Department was responsible for the call.

Huan happened to know this teacher and spoke up before Qin Lingyu could, "Teacher, I’m Huan Hershel."

The teacher seemed surprised, "You left Norton University?"

"Yes." Huan was very proud, "I came to Hua Country for an exchange. Now, they need to see our school’s interior. Teacher, could you please go to the Celebrity Painting Studio?"

The Royal Academy of Arts there had also received the message from the program team.

The teacher nodded and headed to the Celebrity Painting Studio with the computer.

Apart from some world-famous paintings, the Celebrity Painting Studio also featured a special gallery for students.

Pointing to a painting on the screen, Huan’s pride grew: "This is my painting."

As he turned around, he saw Adele tiptoeing to grab Wen Tinglan’s hair, the gesture full of intimacy. He was so angry that he almost exploded.

Huan could only throw the conversation to Ying Zijin, "Miss Ying, what do you think?"

Ying Zijin gave it a glance, "It’s awful."

Huan’s expression froze, half smiling, "So, it seems Miss Ying can paint a better picture?"

A boy who had always followed Huan muttered, "Even boasting needs a draft."

Paintings put into the Celebrity Painting Studio were precious throughout the whole Royal Academy of Arts.

At that moment, the teacher filming the gallery suddenly stopped and bowed to a figure in front: "Mr. Berg."

From the screen, it was visible that he was a man in his thirties, with his hair in a small braid and appearing slightly neurotic.

Qin Lingyu and the other members of the program team were surprised but she quickly introduced, "Berg Blaine, the number one man in the oil painting world, especially good at Qinuo Feng’s style, his painting was recently auctioned for three hundred million dollars."

[Holy smokes, I remember! I saw his exhibition in O continent, a genius oil painter!]

[Impressive, they say not even the doctoral students at the Royal Academy of Arts can easily meet Berg, and Huan managed to get Berg’s attention, no wonder he has dual enrolment.]

Huan was surprised as well.

Although he had seen Berg before, it was in a public lecture hall.

Berg was quirky and difficult to get along with, only close friends with the pianist Bart; others found it hard to invite him.

A master of this level was indeed rather crazy.

Then Huan saw Berg walking towards the camera.

He was more surprised and was about to speak when Berg beat him to it, "Move aside."

Huan was stunned, pointing to himself, "Me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up." Berg was very anxious, stamping his foot and urging continuously, "Move aside."

He had just now seen a familiar expression on the computer screen and needed to make sure he wasn’t seeing things due to his old age.

Huan didn’t understand, but he moved aside anyway.

The camera fully focused, enlarging Berg’s face until it nearly filled the screen.

The netizens and the students present could see everything clearly.

Ying Zijin raised her head.

"Master Ying!" Finally seeing the girl’s face clearly, Berg’s eyes lit up as he clung to the computer, "Master Ying, what a coincidence, meeting you again. When will you have time to teach me oil painting?"