The steward looked back in confusion, finding Lin Qingjia still sitting in her original spot, holding her coffee cup in a daze.
"Miss Lin, what’s wrong?"
"I thought this Mr. Wen looked quite familiar," Lin Qingjia quickly came to her senses, "I almost mistook him for someone else, please excuse me."
She smiled lightly, her eyes clear.
Still that gentle and warm demeanor, without a hint of embarrassment or awkwardness.
Having stayed in the Lin family, a major clan of ancient martial artists that wouldn’t blink at devouring others, and not being a direct lineage family member, Lin Qingjia had long since mastered the art of being all things to all people.
"Familiar?" Adele, who had been following Wen Tinglan for a while and also understood Chinese, asked, "Tinglan, do you know her?"
Wen Tinglan remained calm, "No, I don’t."
Lin Qingjia pursed her lips, keeping her expression unchanged.
"Mr. Wen certainly doesn’t know me, as Miss Lin has always been in the Ancient Martial World, a closed society," the steward smiled, "If you’d like to visit, Miss Lin can show you around."
"She is the eldest miss of the Lin family, with a status among the top in the Ancient Martial World."
Wen Tinglan’s response was still indifferent, "Very impressive?"
"Not impressive, just a false reputation," Lin Qingjia interrupted with a slight smile, "There are many things beyond my control."
"I didn’t bring anything too valuable as a gift," she took out two sandalwood boxes and pushed them forward, "These are some elixirs I refined myself. If you don’t mind, please accept them."
"Indeed, they’re not that valuable," Adele, munching on a lollipop, took a glance and spoke her mind, "I’ve seen much better medicine than yours."
Ying Zijin had taken her and Wen Tinglan to the Ancient Martial World, to the Ye family’s place.
Naturally, Adele had seen the medicine refined by Ying Zijin.
Ancient Medicine and Alchemy shared some similarities, yet were also quite different upon closer examination.
Though Adele had only been exposed to Alchemy, she could still tell the quality of the pills.
They were far inferior to her sister’s.
"I apologize," Lin Qingjia’s smile was unchanged, tinged with a hint of regret, "I rushed here and didn’t have any particularly valuable medicine at home."
"How about this, you can give me an address and I’ll send some medicine over later."
"No need, we aren’t lacking," Adele waved her hand, "We’ve met, so we’ll be leaving now."
Without waiting for the steward to interject, she grabbed the young man beside her and left the café.
After a long silence, Wen Tinglan finally spoke again, "Adele, do you think I look like that Miss Lin?"
"Look alike?" Adele stared at him for a while, "I can’t tell."
She muttered under her breath, "I think all you Eastern people look quite similar, but of course, you’re among the good-looking ones. I have good taste, right?"
The corner of Wen Tinglan’s forehead twitched, his lips pressed slightly downwards, "That’s quite good."
After all, Adele, a Westerner, was face-blind when it came to Eastern people.
And he was nearly the same.
Even to this day, he thought his two upperclassmen looked alike, but his classmates said they were completely different.
If he had known he would meet Lin Qingjia today while accompanying Adele, he definitely would not have come.
**
The Ancient Martial World.
On her way back to the Lin family, Lin Qingjia was somewhat distracted.
Her hands clenched slightly.
Wen Tinglan had a psychological barrier, and the fact that he had recovered was already a surprise to her, and now he was even able to attend Norton University?
The head of the Taylor family had already filled her in about how formidable Norton University was.
The Operations Department of Norton University was beyond any S-grade mercenary troops.
Lin Qingjia pursed her lips and sighed softly, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, and inevitably a bit regretful.
The Ancient Martial World’s law of the jungle taught her that connections were everything, which is why she always had to maintain her persona.
But Wen Tinglan’s attitude earlier clearly showed he was unwilling to have any interaction with her.
What a pity.
"Qingjia," Lin Jinyun put down his book, his tone kind, "Did you meet the prodigy from Norton University that the head of the Taylor family talked about?"
Lin Qingjia nodded slightly, "I did, they’re indeed all young geniuses."
"How’s the situation?"
"Father, they’re from the Mechanical Department, not much help to us. I didn’t meet anyone from the Alchemy or Astrology Departments."
"The Mechanical Department, huh," Lin Jinyun furrowed his brows, "Well, it’s good to make their acquaintance anyway."
Nuclear bombs could indeed level the Lin family.
But without the guidance of an ancient martial artist, outsiders couldn’t even enter.
Unable to enter the Ancient Martial World, they couldn’t cause any harm to it.
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