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Because of this event, the Calligraphy Association’s popularity had risen again recently.

There were many people in the exchange hall.

There was a table surrounded by the old lady.

Wang Yi had just walked over when he heard one of the women recommending the food to the others.

“Lawyer Bian is the best. Tell your daughters to come over quickly.”

“Aiya, what’s so important about taking the civil service exam? Getting to know Lawyer Bian is more important?”

“Hurry up. I reckon he won’t be staying for long. There won’t be another one like him.” wang Yi:

In the group chat of the old ladies, Bian Tong wrote a very common script on the center seat.

Although it was very common, it was still stunning. “Lawyer Bian’s handwriting is too beautiful.”

“As expected!”

“Lawyer Bian’s character is as upright as this word.”

A plethora of compliments came at him. The more Bian Tong wrote, the more he felt it.

“You haven’t seen his specialty script yet.”

At this moment, a man’s voice sounded from behind. The old ladies turned around and curiously moved aside. Wang Yi took the opportunity to walk to the middle.

Bian Tong glanced over.

“Is that so? What script? Young man, are you friends with Lawyer Bian?” “This young man is really handsome. Is he single?”

Wang Yi smiled and did not answer the question of whether he was single or not. He only continued, “Lawyer Bian writes the traditional Chinese characters perfectly…”

His words were directed at Bian Tong. The surrounding ladies were discussing, but he only looked at Bian Tong’s reaction.

However, Bian Tong was indeed very calm today. Usually, he would avoid Wang Yi whenever he could, like a mouse meeting a cat. Previously, when he went overseas, he also avoided his people.

But today, Bian Tong seemed to have gotten over it. No matter what Wang Yi said, he continued to write leisurely, completely indifferent.

After he finished writing, Bian Tong randomly gave it to a lady.

At that time, the scene was extremely chaotic, comparable to a top celebrity’s autograph session.

Wang Yi’s horizons were greatly broadened.

The old lady was so happy that she cried. She said that she would frame the calligraphy and hang it in the most conspicuous place in their house when she got home.

Bian Tong and Wang Yi didn’t have any direct communication throughout the whole process, but they tacitly went to a place with fewer people.

Bian Tong ordered a cup of coffee and asked Wang Yi if he wanted one. Wang Yi was quite flattered, so he smiled and said that he would have the same.

Bian Tong nodded and ordered the same for him. Then, he said to the waiter, “he’s paying. Thank you.”

Wang Yi: ‘

He gave his grandfather’s phone number and charged the fee to his grandfather’s Calligraphy Association membership card.

The two of them did not find a seat and just stood outside on the open-air balcony.

Bian Tong rested his elbows on the balcony railing and took a sip of coffee. He had enough of the cat-and-mouse game. This time, he took the initiative to provoke him. “Professor Wang’s team doesn’t seem to be doing well. I’ve been back from YD for so long, but I don’t see any further action from you?” Wang Yi glanced at him and felt that he was exceptionally open-minded today.

But then he smiled.

“Lawyer Bian, you don’t have to hide abroad anymore.” He pushed his glasses up. “I’ve already stopped it.”

“Stopped it?” Bian Tong was surprised by this answer. “Professor Wang is loyal. Although you can’t find anything, it does save me a lot of trouble.” Wang Yi smiled and said nothing.

He underestimated the criminal investigation ability of his department.

As a member of the special department of the country, it had the highest level of confidentiality. It was a little arrogant to say that they could not find anything.

Moreover, according to the clues they had found before, Bian Tong’s biggest weakness was…he had too much money. Although it was scattered around the world’s major banks, as long as he followed these clues, it was only a matter of time before Lawyer Bian was exposed.

After comparing Bian Tong’s traditional calligraphy handwriting with the lyrics in the will of Xiao Lingxian, he had already locked onto his target.

The reason why it could be stopped…was all because of Pei Huai…

“Actually, there’s really nothing to investigate. Nothing good comes out of it,” Bian Tong said at this time. He looked outside and saw that the old ladies who had surrounded him just now were about to leave the association. They were all smiling. From where they were, they could see the cute old lady who had received his handwritten calligraphy happily showing off to others.

“It’s destiny for a man to live a hundred years,” he said bluntly. “But if he can live two hundred years, he’s a demon.”

Wang Yi said, “Lawyer Bian…”

“But if you can live for two thousand years,” Bian Tong continued before he could finish, “then… it’s the saddest thing in the world…’

His expression suddenly turned serious, and Wang Yi did not know what to say for a moment.

After a long silence, he said to Bian Tong, “I have the authority to look through her belongings. If you want to see them, I can help you…”

He didn’t say who he was referring to, but Bian Tong knew.

Bian Tong smiled. “She’s gone. What’s the point?”

Wang Yi: “…”

The summer wind blew against his face, but he felt a little cold.

After looking at Bian Tong for a long time, he retracted his gaze and said in a deep tone, “the singer back in the days, Xiao Lingxian, never married and lived alone until she died. All the scandals focused on her mental state. They said that she was mentally unstable in her later years and spoke crazily. She asked everyone she met if they had seen her lover.”

Bian Tong’s relieved smile faded slightly, and his fingers slowly rubbed the coffee cup in his hand. “Why are you telling me this, Dr. Wang?”

“No reason.” Wang Yi’s tone was normal. “Just saying.”

Bian Tong said, “there’s no need to waste time on things that one already knows. Those who are tortured will always be the ones who can’t think straight. ”

Wang Yi said, “I don’t agree.”

Bian Tong also lost his temper and turned to him. “When she was 20, he was 25, but when she was 50, he was still 25. Dr. Wang, do you think that if she knew the truth, she would still be with him? Would any woman be willing to be with someone 25 years younger than her?” Wang Yi was stunned.

The expression on his face changed in an instant.

Bian Tong saw that he understood and was about to withdraw his gaze when a voice suddenly came from the side.

“I think..’

Bian Tong looked at him again.

Wang Yi’s expression was firm. This answer was a gamble on his happiness for the rest of his life.

“Yes!”

Bian Tong:

“I think so!” Wang Yi said, “age does not matter in true love!”