Rebirth: Daily Face Slaps - Chapter 162

Lin Yian, who had been eagerly waiting in front of the TV, watched Lin Mengting’s graceful calligraphy with pride and admiration, nodding his head. “Tingting’s handwriting has become more vigorous and spirited. Not bad.”

Wang Qin, her eyes glued to the TV, couldn’t bear to look away and wholeheartedly agreed, “Our Tingting has always been the best! I’m sure it won’t be long before she receives an invitation from the National Calligraphy and Painting Association, becoming the youngest member!”

Lin Chunying, who was sitting with them, also nodded heavily. “It’s a pity there aren’t more shots of Tingting painting. I still remember the plump baby she painted holding a golden carp a few days ago. It was so beautiful! When Tingting returns, I must ask her to paint one for me!”

Zheng Jiahe, also present, was diligently attending to Lin Yian and Wang Qin, his future in-laws, without forgetting to take care of Lin Chunying. Hearing Lin Chunying’s words, he smiled broadly, silently planning to propose as soon as his parents returned from their trip. Then, he and Lin Chunying could have an even cuter and prettier baby together.

…

Ever since learning that Lin Mengting would participate in the “In-depth Community” cultural exchange event organized by the G Province Calligraphy and Painting Association, Yu Fengqing had mixed feelings.

She was happy that Lin Mengting had, through her efforts, quickly risen from an ordinary member of the S City Calligraphy and Painting Association to a young artist highly valued by the president of the G Province Calligraphy and Painting Association, with a bright future ahead. Although luck played a part, luck was also a component of strength.

However, Yu Fengqing was worried because Lin Mengting wasn’t a “professional” artist. It was one thing to help renowned artists and earn their praise and guidance, but being expected to shine in such a public event could incite jealousy among her peers, especially the professionally trained ones, thus attracting a lot of animosity.

——In Chinese culture, the “Doctrine of the Mean” is highly regarded, and there’s a saying derived from the experiences of predecessors “The tree that stands out is the one that gets blown down.”

Who knew if some jealous individuals might, out of spite, try to bring Lin Mengting down during such a grand event?

…

Though Yu Fengqing didn’t voice her worries, her husband, Lin Yimin, who had been with her for decades, sensed them easily.

At this moment, Lin Yimin sat on the sofa, casually tuning into the S City TV station. “I wonder if Tingting can come home this year? If she can, we can have her write the couplets and ‘fortune’ characters for our home.”

Yu Fengqing glanced at Lin Yimin. If only his body didn’t seem as taut as a bowstring ready to snap, his “calm” demeanor might have been more convincing.

“Those people back home?!”

Bringing up those relatives, who pretended to value sons over daughters but were all selfishly motivated, was like mentioning blood-sucking mosquitoes that clung to you, even after feeding. It ignited a long-burning anger in Yu Fengqing, making it blaze even more fiercely.

“If it weren’t for them, Tingting would be enjoying her university life and making friends who could greatly help her future! Instead, she has to work so hard for a living, enduring a life where she has to bow and scrape!”

Even though Lin Mengting always reported only good news and never bad when calling home;

Even though neither Lin Yimin nor Yu Fengqing had faced workplace politics or oppression due to their talents and abilities…

They understood from seeing and hearing about it that Lin Mengting’s rapid success must have come with immense effort and endurance, and she must have faced many challenges and schemes!

——In workplace intrigues, age, relationships, and compassion mean nothing.

The thought of Lin Mengting stepping into the “adult world” so early and experiencing its trials always tore at Yu Fengqing’s heart.

“…” Lin Yimin’s lips moved as if to speak, but he couldn’t find the right words.

In the end, he sighed deeply and said, “What’s done is done. What’s the use of regret?”

His words, filled with sadness and a deep sense of weariness and frustration, surprised Yu Fengqing.

Yu Fengqing’s eyes flickered as she realized Lin Yimin had completely given up on their family back home. From now on, she no longer had to worry about him being swayed by “family ties” or “responsibilities.”

Though it was late, it was better than a lifetime of foolish filial piety!

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Yu Fengqing sneered, “Fortunately, Tingting’s achievements now are beyond their reach, hmph!”

Lin Yimin felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat breaking out as he sensed something ominous.

Before he could ponder further, the next moment, he excitedly pointed at the TV, saying, “Old Yu, Tingting’s on!”

“Isn’t G Province supposed to have a subtropical monsoon climate? Even in winter, it shouldn’t be cold enough to snow. Why is Tingting wearing a down jacket, and why are her lips turning purple from the cold?”

Yu Fengqing, having taken the prime viewing spot in front of the TV, expressed her concern.

“Tingting is near H Province today, which is much colder than S City, especially with a new cold wave coming in these days…”

Although Lin Yimin was also worried, he trusted that Lin Mengting, who had achieved such remarkable success, could take good care of herself. He reassured, “Let’s call her at noon to remind her to dress warmly.”