Chapter 1736 - 1737: Talent

In any industry or field, ultimately it's always about talent.

Take mathematics as an example, some people aren't lacking in intelligence, but despite putting their life into it, they can barely learn

advanced math.

While some others, can achieve a Fields Medal in their twenties or thirties.

Can you say they didn't work hard?

Both put in effort, but talent is more crucial.

There's no choice, the world itself is unfair.

With a talent for design, Lin Xian found the basic knowledge in these two books as simple as

1 + 1 = 2, grasping it completely at a glance, without any barriers.

Ah, I really don't want to be a top student!

Sighing silently in his heart, Lin Xian stretched lazily and stood up.

Looking at Ling Youyu beside him, he chuckled lightly and said, "Shall we go to eat?"

Ling Youyu shook her head, slightly regretful, "No... no, no... I can't... Mom..."

Lin Xian raised his eyebrow, "Your mom's calling you home for lunch?"

"Mmhm!"

The little girl nodded busily.

Thinking of Ling Yiyi, Lin Xian found it amusing.

After that incident, she started avoiding Qin Shi and Lin Xian, saying she needed some quiet.

Wondering how she's faring now.

But seeing her calling Ling Youyu home for lunch, she should be doing quite well.

"Alright, then I'll go home for lunch too!"

Lin Xian nodded, preparing to go home for lunch, and bring the two math books at home,

to read during the afternoon class.

After bidding farewell to the little girl, Lin Xian left the campus with his drawing bag.

Hailed a taxi, and returned to the Purple Gold Mountain District.

Purple Gold Mountain District

Zhuang Tong yawned, rubbed her face, and slowly sat up.

Warm noon sunlight streamed in through the window, spilling over her graceful figure, extraordinarily

comfortably.

Bathed in sunlight, Zhuang Tong smiled a little.

This life is truly so happy.

Just as she prepared to get up, the phone on the bedside cabinet suddenly rang.

Zhuang Fuqiang.

Dad?

Seeing the caller ID, Zhuang Tong picked up the phone with confusion and asked, "Hello Dad,

what's going on?"

"Little Xing, where are you now?"

On the phone, Zhuang Xing's father's tone was a bit anxious and nervous.

Hearing this, Zhuang Xing's heart skipped a beat.

The first thing she thought of was that something happened to her mother. Because Zhuang Fuqiang rarely spoke to her in this tone since childhood.

Last time she went home, she gave her family 200,000 to buy a house.

Money is not what they lack, so it's likely something happened to her mother.

Thinking of this, she asked anxiously, "What's wrong Dad, is Mom's condition worse?"

How could this happen?

Last time she went back, her mother's complexion clearly improved a lot, how could it worsen!

Zhuang Tong was worried and anxious.

Seeing her misunderstanding, Zhuang Fuqiang hurriedly explained, "No, your mom is fine, she's quite well now."

Hmm?

No issue?

This time, Zhuang Tong was completely baffled.

Why, talking in such a tense, anxious tone if there's no issue?

Scared me to death!

Zhuang Tong's previously raised heart fell again.

Coming back to her senses, she asked with a pout, "Then what's the matter? Is the family running out of money?"

Ever since being with Lin Xian, her views gradually changed, unknowingly assimilated with

Lin Xian's.

She now feels that any problem solvable with money is not really a problem.

"Little Xing, where are you now?" On the phone, Zhuang Fuqiang's voice was slightly embarrassed.

Zhuang Tong replied mysteriously, "I'm at home."

"Home?"

Zhuang Fuqiang on the other end paused slightly, then he reacted and asked, "The house you said Lin Xian bought for you last time?"

"Yeah!"

Zhuang confirmed, then asked straightforwardly, "No, Dad, what's the matter

Just say directly, no need to beat around the bush."

She had just woken up, and her dad calls without any warning, it's bewildering to anyone.

On the phone, Zhuang Fuqiang paused for a few seconds, finally speaking, "Little Xing, your mom and I are in Jinling!"

"What?"

Zhuang Tong froze, then frowned, "You're in Jinling?"

"Yes, we just got off, we're at the train station now." Zhuang Fuqiang replied.

Zhuang Tong retorted, "Why didn't you inform me before coming?

"I...

On the other end, Mogul Zhuang stammered.

Recently, Zhuang Tong had been continuously sending money home several times, especially last time she went home

directly giving more than 200,000.

This time, Zhuang Fuqiang understood that their daughter was truly being kept, a third party.

Though Zhuang Tong mentioned it before, he was still deeply upset.

The key is, he feels Zhuang Tong is deceiving him.

Not about the kept woman issue, but her saying, the one keeping her is a 10**-year-old

young man.

This...

Isn't this nonsense!

No man that age would keep a mistress.

Not just him, even Madam Zhuang believed, Zhuang Tong was lying to prevent them from worrying too much.

Watching TV dramas, those mistresses might look glamorous on the surface, but their patrons are often verbally abusive.

Therefore, the old couple couldn't rest assured and finally decided to come and see for themselves.

While also persuading their daughter to return to the right path.

Of course, these words couldn't be said to Zhuang Tong, which is why he was stuttering.

Zhuang Tong wasn't foolish; she quickly understood their intentions.

Though a hint of reprimand was in her heart, they were still her parents. Zhuang Tong sighed slightly

and said, "Wait for me at the station, I'll drive to pick you up now."

After hanging up, Zhuang Tong got out of bed in a hurry and dressed.

In the living room, Nie Qingqing was hugging a fish watching TV, puzzled by her hastily rushing out of the bedroom

, "Xiao Tong, what's wrong?"

"Ah, my parents suddenly arrived, they're at the station now, I have to get them quickly!"

Zhuang Xing said, briskly walking into the bathroom for a wash.

Upon hearing this, Nie Qingqing stood up, surprised, "Uncle and Aunt are coming? Why didn't you mention anything?"

Zhuang Tong brushed her teeth and mumbled unclearly, "They ambushed, didn't plan to tell me, just contacted upon arrival."

"Should I avoid them?" Nie Qingqing worriedly asked.

Zhuang Tong waved her hand confidently, "No need, just be ourselves. I explained clearly during the National Day home visit."

"Alright."

Nie Qingqing nodded, suggesting, "Shall I accompany you to pick them up?"

"Sure, if you're free, come along."

After rinsing, Zhuang Tong just lightly applied some skincare, grabbed her keys and wallet, and headed out.

Being good-looking is a privilege.

Besides, she's now at her prime—it's a woman's most beautiful age, doesn't need makeup, yet still radiant.

Driving a cobalt-blue Beetle, the two made their way to Jinling South Station.

Parking the car, entering the station, Zhuang Tong quickly found her parents.

Zhuang Fuqiang is only forty-two but appeared like a fifty-something old man. Hair mostly turned gray, face strained with life's pressures.

Working in a factory doing manual labor for years, he looked somewhat wooden, gaze filled with unease.

Madam Zhuang looked younger due to kidney disease preventing manual labor, primarily resting at home.

But her complexion was yellowish, a side effect of dialysis treatment.

Arriving quickly before them, Zhuang Tong scolded, "Why didn't you mention coming, I could have helped book plane tickets, Mom's health can't bear the train ride."

She wasn't blaming them for the surprise visit, but for taking the train.

Zhuang Tong's home is quite far from Jinling, even by train it takes five or six hours.

And Madam Zhuang has kidney disease, certainly shouldn't be sitting that long.

Madam Zhuang advised, "Plane tickets are too expensive, I'm fine, the train is very good."

Hearing this, Zhuang Tong couldn't help but pout.