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This was the main Calligraphers Association in Hua Country, and other regional associations were merely branches.

The members of the branch associations couldn’t even qualify for the main Association’s membership.

The Hua Country Calligraphers Association held a high status in the art world and often interacted with some foreign art masters.

But why would the Hua Country Calligraphers Association call her?

She had indeed wanted to hire a member of the Calligraphers Association to teach Xiao Xuan, but they simply weren’t interested.

After all, these master calligraphers could sell any piece of their work for astronomical prices and naturally wouldn’t bother teaching.

Zhong Manhua asked, perplexed, “Excuse me, have you made a mistake?”

“A mistake?”

The person on the other end of the line was an employee, who, upon hearing this, carefully rechecked the phone number, “No mistake, aren’t you Master Ying’s mother?”

Zhong Manhua was taken aback once again, “Master Ying?”

The Ying Family had been in commerce for generations; when had they produced a master?

“I’m sorry, if you haven’t dialed incorrectly, then you are a scammer,” Zhong Manhua’s expression turned cold, “Our Ying Family doesn’t have any masters, and if you’re going to lie, at least put some effort into it.”

Without waiting for the employee to say anything more, she hung up the phone and blocked the number.

Zhong Zhiwan realized something when she heard ‘Hua Country Calligraphers Association’: “Auntie, what’s wrong?”

“A scam call.” Zhong Manhua scoffed with disdain, “They even claimed to be from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association and asked for some Master Ying to join them, such an unprepared scam.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s expression changed.

Zhong Manhua had not watched the live broadcast on the day of the art festival; she was present at the event.

The work that Ying Zijin had calligraphed ambidextrously left Sheng Qingtang full of praise.

Sheng Qingtang was also the former president of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association, and Zhong Zhiwan was certain that the call was specifically for Ying Zijin.

She had not expected Zhong Manhua to simply dismiss it as a scam call.

However, that was understandable since the fame of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association in Hua Country far exceeded that of the Ying Family.

Zhong Zhiwan felt either relieved or nervous; she lowered her head and tried hard to suppress the smile at the edge of her lips, “Auntie, what if it was really from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association?”

“Impossible.” Zhong Manhua sipped her tea, unconcerned, “Neither your uncle nor your cousins are cut out for the arts, and as for…”

She didn’t finish her sentence.

Zhong Manhua frowned.

The Hua Country Calligraphers Association couldn’t possibly be calling for Ying Zijin, could it?

She had indeed hired calligraphy and traditional painting teachers for Ying Zijin, but with no results.

Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin could pass at least one subject in the mid-term exams.

She had never attended a single parent-teacher meeting for the Elite Class, too embarrassed to show her face.

“Wanwan, you go do your thing,” Zhong Manhua set down her cup, “I’ll wait here for your grandfather to return.”

**

On this end,

the employee of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association was dumbfounded after the call was disconnected.

He had no choice but to report to President Sheng that Master Ying’s family mistook them for scammers and even blocked their number.

President Sheng was furious. After some thought, he decided to make a personal visit to invite them.

At that moment, a call from Verdant came through.

“President Sheng, there’s been a mistake,” the Dean of Studies said, sweating profusely, “The contact number for Classmate Ying’s parents has changed. It’s my fault, I still had the old files.”

“Please note, this is Classmate Ying’s father’s phone number, 177xxxxxxxx.”

President Sheng noted it down, puzzled, “Then who was that number from just now?”

“That was from her foster parents’ home,” the Dean didn’t elaborate further, only briefly mentioning, “They’re quite despicable.”

He and the Dean of Students were close friends, known as Verdant’s ‘Terrifying Duos,’ though the Dean of Students also had the notorious nickname, ‘Exterminator Mentor.’

The Dean of Studies had heard a few stories from the Dean of Students.

Madam Ying was prone to violence without seeking the facts first.

If she acted like this in front of others, what would she do in private?

Just the other week, hadn’t there been an expose online of a mother slapping her son and grabbing his neck in public?

He had thought that a lady from a wealthy family would have at least some decorum, but it seemed she was no better.

President Sheng had been living a reclusive life and was unaware of such incidents. He frowned, “Okay, I understand. So it’s the Ying Family from the Four Major Noble Families, right?”

After hanging up, he sent the new number to the employee.

He then rose from his seat, put on his reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and started to type slowly, composing a message to the current president of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association.

[By the way, remember this Ying Family, if anyone from their side ever asks for assistance from our Association, reject them all. Tell them to roll as far as they can.]

**

At the Inner and Outer Ring,

within the residential complex,

Wen Fong Mian had just taken his medication when he received a call from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association.

He was surprised, but not particularly shocked.

It seemed as if the renowned name of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association was not enough to elicit much response from him.

But pride, that was certain.

After all, Ying Zijin was raised by him, and even though she wasn’t his biological child, he always hoped she would have the best future possible.

Wen Fengmian smiled and asked softly, “Is it about letting Yaoyao join the association?”

“No,” the staff member said, “President Sheng mentioned that they want to invite Master Ying to be a director of our association. She wouldn’t need to do anything, just hold a honorary title.”

That was a more expected reaction.

He muttered to himself.

When he made the first phone call, he thought he had reached some high-ranking leader.

A scammer?

Trying to trick people into joining their association for no reason?

“Okay, I understand,” Wen Fengmian coughed a few times, “I can’t decide on this matter, I need to ask the child for her own opinion.”

“Of course,” the staff member seemed pleasantly surprised and quickly responded, “You’re too polite, sir, I will relay your message to President Sheng right away.”

Wen Fengmian’s voice was soft, but Wen Tinglan still heard it.

The door opened, and the teenager, carrying a small bear, came out of the bedroom: “Dad?”

“Yes, it’s about Yaoyao,” Wen Fengmian stood up, a bit worried, “Yuyu, you’ve been quite sleepy lately, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, dad, don’t worry,” Wen Tinglan rubbed his eyes, “Sister said it’s normal.”

He had already undergone two hypnotherapy sessions.

Some things that had been pressed in his subconscious for a long time were also slowly being erased.

Yu Xuesheng, as NOK hypnotist ranked second, naturally had a world-renowned hypnotic ability.

Treating autism was not out of his reach.

“Then that’s good,” Wen Fengmian sighed in relief and shook his head with a smile, “You really only listen to your sister.”

Wen Tinglan sat down beside him and didn’t deny it: “Dad, who’s looking for sister?”

“The Hua Country Calligraphers Association, asking Yaoyao to become a director.”

Wen Tinglan nodded: “I know, but sister doesn’t seem to be very willing.”

“It’s fine if she doesn’t go,” Wen Fengmian didn’t make a fuss about it, “Yaoyao and Mr. Fu went out for a meal, and she left some medicinal meals for us to have.”

**

On the other side.

Ying Zijin was unaware that Sheng Qingtang had also asked the association’s staff to call her home.

Such matters, she was too indifferent to even look at, let alone allow them to affect any future.

After she finished eating, she felt very sleepy.

Fortunately, Fu Yunshen had driven there, so she didn’t have to walk much.

Ying Zijin fastened her seatbelt and then leaned against the window.

Before closing her eyes, she glanced at Weibo.

Hmm.

Her grandfather was so happy today that he didn’t even post on Weibo; she had been spared one task.

Ying Zijin yawned, wrapped the blanket around herself, and fell asleep as soon as her eyes shut.

Fu Yunshen drove slowly; it took forty minutes to get to the community.

Ying Zijin was still asleep, showing no intention of getting up.

Fu Yunshen lifted his hand and tapped her: “Yaoyao.”

The girl moved but turned her body and buried her head even more, clearly not wanting to deal with him.

Fu Yunshen removed the car keys, got out of the car, and then went around to the passenger side, opening the door.

As if she knew what he was about to do, Ying Zijin turned her body back again.

“…”

Again, Fu Yunshen tapped her: “Yaoyao, we’re home, it’s time to get out.”

This time, there was a bit of a response.

Just one word.

“No.”

“You can’t sleep here.”

“Just going to sleep here.”

“…”

Dealing with children could really be somewhat challenging at times.

Should he consider buying some books on the subject?

“Little one.”

Fu Yunshen placed one hand on the top of the car door, leaning down slightly, edging a bit closer.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes, deep and enchanting, the soft light flickering as if reflecting the entire galaxy.

“If you don’t get out, do you want your brother to carry you inside? Hmm?”