The man was dressed in noble clothes. Although he was in his fifties, he had a good temperament. He looked like an elite at first glance.
But he held Wen Ning's wrist tightly, which made people feel very rude.
Wen Ning frowned and remained polite, "Sir, you may have mistaken me for the wrong person. My surname is not An."
Strangely, Principal Zheng also asked her if her surname was An.
She really looks a lot like the guy named An?
The man also noticed his gaffe and quickly let go of Wen Ning, "I'm sorry, I thought I met the descendant of an old friend..."
When this man was talking to Mo Sang just now, his behavior was intimate, and it seemed like they had a good relationship.
Wen Ning was too embarrassed to pursue the matter, so he could only say, "It doesn't matter."
At this time, Mo Sang said to her in half-baked Chinese: "Wen Ning, this is my friend Mr. Wen Yuan, the president of the National University of New Zealand. He brought over a painting. I think you should be very interested. !”
As he spoke, he uncovered the white canvas covering the drawing board, revealing an oil painting that seemed to be of some age.
It is a realistic oil painting. The girl in the painting has dark hair and snow-skinned skin, with delicate eyebrows. She is wearing a retro-style princess tutu skirt and is standing in a large sea of red roses. She is also holding a large bouquet of bright roses in her hands, which makes her look even more stunning. Her lips were red and her skin was as white as snow.
Wen Ning was stunned.
The first is the superb technique of the painter. This painting is elegant in style, delicate and lifelike. You can almost see the light blue capillaries under the girl's skin. Such a high-standard painting is definitely made by a master.
Secondly, because the person in the painting looks very similar to herself, she feels like looking in a mirror.
Wen Ning couldn't help but whisper: "This, this is me?"
After asking, she felt a little gaffe: "No, it's not me. This painting is at least twenty years old. I just turned twenty-one, so it can't be me."
Wen Yuan looked at the person in the painting with fascination and said softly: "Of course it's not you. This is my former student, the little princess of our Xinguo An family. She is extremely talented in painting, but unfortunately she stopped painting later."
He gently caressed the girl in the painting, "She is more beautiful than you, and she is also a talented painter in our new country. Countless people once went crazy for her. This painting does not depict her true charm..."
Wen Ning suddenly became interested, looked at the painting, and whispered, "Did she stop painting after her child was gone?"
Wen Yuan turned around sharply: "How do you know?"
Wen Ning pointed outside: "Principal Zheng Yuantong mentioned it to me and he thought my surname was An."
Wen Yuan's eyes scanned Wen Ning's face again, showing a regretful expression: "I can only say that people are similar. You are about 60-70% like her. However, she only had one daughter who died when she was less than two years old. Then he locked himself in a temple to pray for Buddha and never saw anyone..."
Wen Ning felt a little uncomfortable. She was also a mother now, and she could best understand what a child meant to his mother.
Moreover, this person seemed to have some fate with her. She couldn't help but said curiously: "I really want to see how pretty she is in real life. You all say she is beautiful."
Wen Yuan looked sad: "Many of the people who pursued her back then are still single for her. However, the man she married was too domineering. Since she was with that man, she rarely goes out. , and later after their daughter died, she became a monk..."
He fell into memories: "I heard that after the child was gone, she also disappeared with that person, so that person built a temple for her, and was afraid that she would leave, so he surrounded it for dozens of miles. In fact, it is a disguised form of imprisonment.”
"It's just that that person locked himself in there, and the two of them used the ground as a prison. I heard that that person also grew old overnight..."
After Wen Ning heard this, he didn't know why he felt so blocked in his heart.
This story was obviously a bit outrageous like a novel, but she felt like crying.
She couldn't help but ask: "What's her name?"
Wen Yuan came back to his senses, glanced at her, and said calmly: "Her name is An Xin."
Wen Ning asked again: "Where is that man? Is he her husband? What is his name?"
Wen Yuan frowned, "It's not convenient to answer. Because you are Mo Sang's student and you look a bit similar to her, I am willing to tell you so much. Don't ask any other questions."
Wen Ning also felt that he was a little rude, so he had to stop.
However, she was really curious and couldn't help but search for the name An Xin on her mobile phone.
But nothing was found.
So, she entered keywords such as Anxin, Xinguo, and Temple.
Unexpectedly, I actually found something.
Although there are few, something can be captured from them.
It turns out that An Xin is the youngest daughter of the An family, a large family in the New Kingdom. After the An family's accident, she was adopted by the Qin family, the richest man in the New Kingdom. Later, for some unknown reason, she married the heir of the Qin family.
There is very little information about this An Xin, but there is a lot of information about the Qin family.
These information all show that the Qin family is a famous super wealthy family in Southeast Asia. They act extremely low-key, but their private hunting scope is extremely wide.
Wen Ning looked at it for a while, then lost interest. Just as he was about to put away his phone, a message popped up on his phone.
"My good daughter, do you know who I am?"
Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat and he felt like all the blood in his body had frozen.
She quickly checked the phone number from which the message was sent, only to find that it was an unknown IP address and the real message was hidden.
She stared at the message for a long time, thinking of the figure she saw in the cemetery yesterday.
Is it really that person?
Is he still alive?
No, it's impossible, he has died in the sea, there is no way he is still alive.
However, if he is really alive, why has he never come to find me after so many years?
In this way, Wen Ning was always in a state of uneasiness. He didn't even listen to the content of the class well, and he was in a state of confusion until school was over.
In the past, Lu Yanci would usually pick her up in person after school.
But today, it was Zhang Hua who came to pick her up.
It was getting dark and there was a bit of wind. Zhang Hua put a soft cashmere shawl on her shoulders and said, "Young madam, are you going home by car or walking today?"
In fact, this place is really close to the Siheyuan. Even if you walk, it only takes ten minutes.
As long as the weather is not particularly bad, Wen Ning and Lu Yanci will walk there together, treating it as a walk.
She looked around and didn't see Lu Yanci. She was a little disappointed: "Let's walk. Where is my uncle?"
Zhang Hua still looked expressionless: "There is an important meeting in the company tonight. You may have to come back late. He asked you not to wait for him tonight and go to bed first."
"Let's go, young lady."
Wen Ning was a little uncomfortable with the name Young Madam: "Miss Zhang, you should call me Wen Ning, or Ning Ning. Young Madam sounds weird."
Zhang Hua said: "You and the mistress have already received the certificates. You are the legitimate mistress of the Yan family. You deserve the title of young madam."
Wen Ning knew he couldn't defeat her, so he had no choice but to let her go.
The two of them slowly walked out of the school gate and then slowly walked into the alley in front.
However, for some reason, Wen Ning always felt like someone was staring at her from behind.
