Being stopped by Shen Yanche was within Nan Yu's plan.
She paused slightly, then turned back with an impatient look on her face. "I'm very busy. Please say what you want to say all at once."
Shen Yanche was infuriated but had to hold it in. "That thing has little value now. It's meaningless for you to get it."
Just as she expected.
Nan Yu remained calm on the surface. "Whether it's valuable or not, I just want to get back my father's relic as a keepsake."
Shen Yanche stared at Nan Yu, struggling internally. After a while, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Fine. Anyway, it's a worthless thing."
"When will you give it to me?" Nan Yu asked.
Shen Yanche thought for two seconds. "The thing is with my dad. He definitely won't give it to me if I ask for it. I can't get it."
Nan Yu was a bit annoyed. "If you can't get it, why are you saying all this?"
"I can't get it now, but it doesn't mean I can't get it in the future." Shen Yanche retorted. "On the day of my wedding with Wen Ying, I'll send someone to rummage through his study and get the thing for you."
Nan Yu didn't believe it. "Is it that easy?"
Shen Suhai was a very shrewd man. She didn't quite believe that Shen Yanche's methods could succeed.
"Sure. It's just a broken seal, and it's damaged." Shen Yanche shrugged. "It's a thing that no one would even want if it were put up for auction."
Nan Yu caught the key words.
Broken seal.
Seal.
She had more questions in her mind, but she knew she couldn't ask too much.
The more she showed her concern, the more likely she would arouse suspicion.
Only by remaining calm in the face of everything could she avoid showing her weaknesses.
This was what Tan Linyuan had taught her.
Qu Jiaran was right. She was indeed becoming more and more like Tan Linyuan.
Nan Yu smiled slightly. "It's a deal."
...
Behind the coffee shop, a trendy - dressed man carelessly dialed a phone number.
"Hey, Tan. Do you know who I saw in my unprofitable coffee shop?"
Tan Linyuan was already used to Liang Yi's lack of formality. "Speak quickly. I'm busy."
"...Busy, busy, busy. You're so busy that you're being used like a gun, and you're still busy."
Liang Yi snorted. "Your little classmate Nan was just here negotiating with Shen Yanche. She even brought you up."
"Go on."
Liang Yi didn't like his calmness, so he deliberately exaggerated. "She used you as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Shen Yanche. She said she wanted to exchange for some relic or something. I didn't quite catch it."
He clicked his tongue. "You're trying every means to get her out of trouble, but she's using you without hesitation. Dude, I really feel sorry for you."
Liang Yi had been in the love scene for many years and had seen too many tricks of women.
He didn't care about small things, but if someone really took advantage of his background to throw their weight around, he would never tolerate it.
Apparently, Nan Yu's actions had already exceeded Liang Yi's tolerance.
He didn't believe that Tan Linyuan could tolerate it.
Unexpectedly, there was only a one - second silence on the other end of the phone before the reply came. "Otherwise, what do you think my role is?"
"Ah?"
Liang Yi was stunned and thought he had misheard. "You mean you don't care and are even happy that she's doing this? Dude, are you a lovesick fool..."
It seemed that the person on the other end of the phone was already annoyed by his long - windedness and hung up the phone directly.
Liang Yi stared at the cut - off call, stunned for a moment.
Was the white moonlight really that special?
Liang Yi thought rather irresponsibly that he should have chased a few more girls when he was wearing open - crotch pants in kindergarten. Maybe he would also have a "white moonlight in his memory".
...
After talking to Shen Yanche, Nan Yu immediately started to look into the connection between the "seal" and the Nan family.
The meaning of this "seal" was too vague. It could refer to a chapter of a scroll or a stone seal.
She really had no clue what it specifically was.
After much thought, she decided to talk to Tan Linyuan. Maybe he would have some ideas.
She sent him a message asking if he was available.
The reply she got was: He was copying scriptures in the meditation room of Changuang Temple.
Nan Yu automatically understood this as meaning "available".
So she immediately went to Changuang Temple.
Nan Yu couldn't remember when she had last been here. Anyway, the incense in Changuang Temple was still booming.
Maybe after getting along with Tan Linyuan for a long time, she had also developed a bit of reverence.
After she entered the temple, she also lit an incense stick.
As the little novice monk had told her last time, one should burn incense when coming to the temple to show sincerity and purity of mind.
Nan Yu had unconsciously followed this practice.
The little novice monk recognized her. After she finished worshipping the Buddha, he asked with a smile if she was here to find Brother Tan.
Nan Yu nodded. "Is he busy?"
The little novice monk replied, "He's waiting for you in the meditation room."
Nan Yu understood that Tan Linyuan must have told the little novice monk in advance.
At this moment, she remembered his non - committal words "copying scriptures in the meditation room" and couldn't help smiling.
What an arrogant man.
Walking through the bamboo forest as before, Nan Yu saw the meditation room at the deepest part. The south - facing window was open.
This was a meditation room exclusively for Tan Linyuan.
According to the little novice monk, this was originally the meditation room of Master Wenjing. Before his death, he specifically instructed that Tan Linyuan should move in.
In a sense, it was also a kind of inheritance.
When she reached the door, Nan Yu knocked first and then pushed the door open.
As soon as she entered, a scent of sandalwood wafted over. It was a kind of wood - fire incense that could calm one's mind.
Different from the incense she had burned in the main hall just now, the smell in this room was more serene.
It was a bit like the one she had smelled in Tan Linyuan's house before. It was very soothing.
The layout was still the same as before. Tan Linyuan was sitting on a cushion with his back to her, copying scriptures at the desk.
Her appearance didn't catch his attention.
Nan Yu walked over and was about to speak to him. "Tan Linyuan, I..."
"Wait until I finish copying." Tan Linyuan interrupted her indifferently. "If you have nothing to do, sit down and copy with me."
Nan Yu: "..."
She stared at him for a while. Knowing that he wouldn't finish for a while, she plopped down opposite him.
Copy it then.
She was already familiar with this place. Nan Yu took some rice paper and a brush by herself and directly used the ink that Tan Linyuan had ground to start copying the scriptures.
On this peaceful and serene afternoon, the two sat opposite each other in silence, quietly copying the scriptures.
In this silent environment, Nan Yu even had the idea of pausing time.
As long as she could always be with him.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she was secretly annoyed when she realized what she was thinking. Unconsciously, her hand holding the brush became unsteady, and she directly copied a line wrong.
Looking at the wrong line, Nan Yu felt extremely melancholy. She had no choice but to brace herself and continue with the mistake.
Suddenly, a hand covered the back of her hand and held it down.
The warm touch on the back of her hand made Nan Yu involuntarily hold her breath, and her body stiffened a bit.
Watching the brush make a large ink blot on the rice paper, she looked up into Tan Linyuan's eyes.
His eyes were clear and serene, with no emotion in them.
He said in a deep voice, "Your mind is in turmoil."