As we enter the end of the semester, everyone is busy.
Including Lin Zhiyu, who had graduated from college, they also worked hard to review high school knowledge.
Not long after Min Chu returned to the capital, he sent her a message asking if he was willing to go to the capital. The old people and her father wanted to see her.
Lin Zhiyu's father's surname was Wen, and his name was Wen Yunhe. The Wen family is a scholarly family, and generations of scholars have been here. Wen Yunhe himself is also a nationally renowned calligrapher.
Lin Zhiyu was stunned by this identity. It seemed that the heroines in every world had the same background.
[Of course, otherwise why would she be the heroine?]
After successfully completing the exam, Lin Zhiyu received a call from Min Chu just after returning to the apartment.
"Qing Qing, are you finished with the exam? Come to the capital sometime. Mom will help you decorate your room."
Lin Zhiyu smiled, and Min Chu's voice on the other end seemed to have a coquettish tone. She suddenly looked forward to seeing Wen Yunxian. Judging from Min Chu's words and deeds, she was gentle and mature on the outside, but still like a child on the inside. Her husband must be doting on her, right
"When the results come out in a few days, I'll go as soon as I get the notification letter."
"Then will that boy from the Nan family come? Well, I mean, I'm not worried about you going out alone. If he returns to the capital, he can be your companion."
Nan Feng: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely accompany Ayu when she goes out."
Min Chu: Who is your mother? Show your face!
There were still about three or four days until the results were released. After thinking about it, Lin Zhiyu decided to go to the antique market to search and see if there was anything good that could be used as a meeting gift for Wen Yunxian.
The antique market in Qingshi is neither big nor small, and it takes a certain amount of time to visit.
Lin Zhiyu got up early and was about to change clothes after washing up. Nan Feng put one leg against the door and handed over a bag. "Put on."
In the bag was a light purple long skirt with a waist. After Lin Zhiyu changed it and went out, he found that Nan Feng was wearing a T-shirt of the same color as the skirt he was wearing.
Is this a couple outfit
The girl stood by the door, holding on to her slender waist. Under the neat bangs are a pair of dark eyes, with the corners of his mouth raised, as well-behaved as a kitten.
Nan Feng took her hand and said, "Let's go."
The antique market in Qingshi was a bit far from their apartment. The driver was from Nanfeng, and he looked back through the rearview mirror from time to time while waiting for the traffic light.
Lin Zhiyu inherited Li Qingqing's car sickness and fell asleep not long after getting in the car. Nan Feng put his arm around her shoulders and held her in his arms to make her sleep more comfortable. Full of fragrance, he gently placed a kiss on her hair.
It’s hard to find good stuff in the antique market. Some fakes are almost exactly like the genuine ones, and it’s really hard to tell them apart unless you’re an expert.
Lin Zhiyu watched carefully in front of the counter, and several more people came into the store.
"elder sister?"
Um? Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Zhiyu turned around and saw that it was Mo Ling and Li Rongrong who came in
"Classmate Nan Feng." Li Rongrong saw Nan Feng's eyes light up, said hello and then lowered her head shyly.
Dare to poach her in front of her? Lin Zhiyu took a deep breath and put down the antique in his hand. "Can't you call me brother-in-law?"
Li Rongrong's expression froze and she looked at Nan Feng for help. However, the latter's eyes were fixed on Lin Zhiyu the whole time, without moving away at all.
She hated it so much that her teeth itched.
It must have been Li Qingqing, that bitch, who spoke ill of her in front of Nan Feng. Otherwise, how could Nan Feng treat her like this
She forgot that she was the one who complained to Li Pinghui a few days ago, saying that Nanfeng's family was not worthy of their Li family.
After learning that Nan Feng was the young master of a large family in Beijing, Li Rongrong felt regretful. She attributed all these mistakes to Lin Zhiyu's failure to tell her Nan Feng's identity in advance.
"You're not even engaged yet, so it doesn't seem too much for Rongrong to call classmate Nan Feng by his name, right?"
"It's not too much." Lin Zhiyu glanced at Mo Ling, who was fighting for Li Rongrong, and pulled Nan Feng to go out, "But I don't have any other skills. I have a very good nose. What kind of tea art performance can I do here? It’s not necessary because I can smell it as soon as you get close to me.”
She said the last sentence while looking at Li Rongrong.
Being told in front of so many people, Li Rongrong was so ashamed that her face turned red, she bit her lip and almost cried.
Mo Ling couldn't stand it anymore and blocked their way, "Li Qingqing, don't go too far. Rongrong is your sister after all. Is this how you usually bully her?"
Lin Zhiyu was amused by his indignant look. "Did you see me bullying her? Do you know what bullying means? Did you push someone into the fountain on purpose in the winter? Or locked someone in the basement? Or cut off the school uniform on purpose?"
Every time she said something, Li Rongrong's eyes became more panicked.
"What do you mean?" Mo Ling was puzzled, thinking that she was going to take action, so she protected Li Rongrong behind her, but she didn't know that Li Rongrong behind her lowered her head and was sweating on her forehead.
"It's not interesting. If you think this is bullying, then I'm just paying back the hurt I've suffered." Lin Zhiyu looked at her with a half-smile, and glanced at Li Rongrong, who had his head lowered.
"Does it feel familiar? Isn't this what you like to do?"
When Li Rongrong and her daughter first came to the Li family, Li Qingqing did not become so extreme. Under the combined efforts of mother and daughter, Li Qingqing's temper gradually became withdrawn and cruel.
Li Rongrong was about to explain, but Lin Zhiyu had already pulled Nan Feng and turned away.
Before Nan Feng finally left, he glanced at Li Rongrong, his eyes cold.
(End of chapter)