The Young Matriarch

Chapter 148: Chapter 148 He Really Found the Wrong Person!

Suddenly, Zhao Guangming’s mind was invaded by an image.

A young girl, dressed in the same plaid skirt uniform as the other students, stood under a transparent umbrella in the drizzling rain, like a nymph in the downpour.

If I really had to say, Zhao Guangming would rather believe that the girl who gave him an umbrella earlier was the one who wrote in that Spiritual White Script.

However, Zhao Guangming was well aware that appearances can be deceiving, so he watched Bai Yinyin with a cheerful demeanor. “Not bad at all, I wonder what does Bai student think about Spiritual White Script?”

Spiritual White Script?

Bai Yinyin had studied calligraphy from a young age, so of course, she knew the legendary script in the history of calligraphy. She said excitedly, “I know, I know! Spiritual White Script is the royal script of Hanyua Country, and it is even regarded by the common folk as the script of Immortals, revered and studied by many. But with the fall of Hanyua Country and the generals who stormed the Imperial Palace burning the library to the ground, the script gradually disappeared.”

“However, there are rumors that the manuscript of ‘Records of the Mountain Moon,’ the number one classical masterpiece from two hundred years ago, was written in Spiritual White Script, but then the manuscript also vanished.”

The only two surviving pieces of poetry written in Spiritual White Script are now treasured in the national museum.

The more Zhao Guangming listened, the colder his heart became. This was common knowledge among students!

With such talk, how could she possibly write in Spiritual White Script?

Zhao Guangming doubted whether he had approached the wrong person, and just at that moment, Bai Yinyin’s phone rang.

Bai Yinyin saw the caller was Bai Guofu and her face turned cold as she immediately hung up.

Zhao Guangming was almost certain he had found the wrong person, so there was no need to continue the conversation with Bai Yinyin. Seeing her hang up the phone, Zhao Guangming said, “Does Bai student have other matters to attend to? Perhaps we should stop here for today.”

Bai Yinyin smiled indifferently and said nonchalantly, “It’s no problem, Professor Zhao, it’s just a welcome party for my family’s foster daughter.”

The Bai family’s foster daughter?

“She also studies at Henghua First Middle School?” Zhao Guangming’s body trembled slightly with excitement.

Bai Yinyin cursed inwardly for her slip-up. Why had she mentioned Bai Chuwei? Of course, she couldn’t let Bai Chuwei gain favor in front of Professor Zhao, so she deliberately said, “Yes, my grandfather pulled some strings to get her into the best class nine, yet she’s performing terribly, especially in Chinese, her answers on the test were a complete mess.”

Zhao Guangming’s aged face looked exceedingly complex; he had indeed found the wrong person!

A thought suddenly surfaced in Bai Yinyin’s heart, and she tentatively asked, “Professor Zhao, it’s getting late, why don’t I treat you to dinner? My family also loves calligraphy very much!”

Bai Yinyin watched Zhao Guangming hesitate for a moment before nodding, and a surge of elation filled her heart.

A trace of triumph flashed in the depth of her eyes.

Wasn’t the welcome party specifically for Bai Chuwei? A foster daughter without the self-awareness of one!

If she brought Professor Zhao there, Bai Chuwei was bound to be embarrassed, serving only as a backdrop to her!

The more Bai Yinyin thought about it, the more excited she became, and she began to sing Hallelujah in her heart.

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Today’s Bai family gathering was being held at Juxian Pavilion, a five-star restaurant in Haicheng, chosen by Bai Shang.

Bai Chuwei arrived at Juxian Pavilion in the Bai family’s private car and through the window saw a dense crowd outside chanting the name Duan Xiuqi.

Bai Chuwei frowned, not expecting to run into Duan Xiuqi while merely attending a dinner gathering. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The driver looked apprehensively at the crowd outside and whispered, “Duan Xiuqi has a lot of crazy fans as well as haters. Miss Chuwei, let’s take a different way in.”

Bai Chuwei’s eyes lit up, and suddenly she flashed a slightly wicked smile. She rolled down the window and with a beckoning gesture of her delicate finger, summoned someone from outside.

A shifty-looking man wearing a hat unconsciously walked over, shocked that his legs were moving against his will.

Bai Chuwei spoke in a crisp voice, “You, you’re one of Duan Xiuqi’s haters, aren’t you?”