Lin Wan’er is, at heart, a girl who is aloof and aloof, with a touch of arrogance.
She does not like to interact with people, and prefers to stay at home alone, reading and drinking tea, writing and painting, and burning incense and telling fortunes.
This mansion in Qiu Ying Shan was a real surprise to her, and she wanted to rest here for a while to recapture her slow and leisurely pace of life, remembering the days of running around.
Moreover, she had already decided not to contact Ye Chen until the start of the school year, so spending this time here to cultivate herself and occasionally disguise herself to stroll around the famous sites of Jinling was the best plan for her.
So, she made a series of lists and asked Sister Xian to help her with the purchase. In the list, she listed a hundred ancient books, ten types of seal incense, five types of tea from different origins and many kinds of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
When Sister Xian got the list, she asked her with some doubts: “Miss Lin, I can understand everything else, but do you have any requirements for these 100 ancient books? Such as book titles, authors and the like ……”
“No.” Lin Wan’er smiled faintly, “Just go to the market of antiques and literary items in Jinling, just find some real ancient books, no matter what they are, as long as they are ancient books and as long as they can still be read, you can buy them, as for the money, just let your husband pay directly.”
Sister Xian was secretly surprised, these days, people who read physical books were not common anymore, how could anyone specifically like to read ancient books.
Ancient books were also antiques, and buying a hundred of them in one breath was certainly not a small sum of money.
But her professional ethics were always telling her to do her job properly and not to ask questions that she shouldn’t ask.
So she said, “Yes, Miss Lin, I will go and prepare later!”
At noon, Lin Wan’er joined Qiu Yingshan and his wife for a sumptuous lunch at the one-storey manor of the Purple Mountain Villa.
Not long after the meal, a windy Sun Zhidong arrived from Yanjing.
Although Qiu Yingshan had asked someone to meet him at the airport in advance, when Sun Zhidong arrived, he was stunned to see that he was alone and said, “Zhidong, how did you …… not even bring a bodyguard?”
Sun Zhidong said without thinking, “I came to Jinling to see Miss, so naturally the fewer people I bring the better! The lady’s status is special and so is her situation, so I have to minimize the risk as much as possible.”
Qiu Yingshan said, “But how can they agree if you come alone? You’d have to force them with a gun, and they’d have to send someone along, right?”
I told them that I only had six months to live anyway, so if they didn’t let me leave the capital, I’d shoot myself and be done with it.”
Qiu Yingshan was surprised and asked, “Who said you only had six months to live? I see you’re in good spirits, you’ll live for another five to ten years.”
Sun Zhidong smiled helplessly, and his eyes flicked towards Lin Wan’er.
Qiu Yingshan was suddenly enlightened and asked Lin Wan’er, “Miss, did you calculate this?”
“Yes.” Lin Wan’er nodded and spoke, “But it’s not so absolute, everything still has a chance to turn around.”
Qiu Ying Shan asked, “Miss, the turnaround you are talking about is ……”
Lin Wan’er said indifferently, “I’m not sure exactly, but as long as Old Sun stays in Jinling, there is a chance to find this turning point.”
He said, Lin Wan’er added, “Coming to Jinling this time is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me, whether I can avenge my father’s murder depends on this time, if I don’t succeed this time, I’m afraid I won’t have the chance in the future.”