The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

The lesson was supposed to be about copying inscriptions, but Lin Ruochen didn't expect to be able to write anything decent from these awful pieces. After all, the upperclassmen in their department weren't much better at it either.

At this moment, Shen Ci's words were nothing short of a huge surprise to him.

Finally, after waiting for Shen Ci to stop writing, the ink naturally seeped into her writing, and Lin Ruochen couldn't wait to bend down and pick up her calligraphy to admire it.

This is what you call copying!

The handwriting on the paper was about 80% similar to the copy he had made, but the style of the brushstrokes also showed his own unique character.

The strokes are fine, strong, and vigorous yet gentle and smooth. Horizontal strokes often begin with a sharp point, vertical strokes are upright like pine trees, and left-falling and right-falling strokes are as graceful as wings. The characters are slender and beautiful, and are both rigorous and natural.

What's even more remarkable is that the font is full of antiquity, making it a top-quality piece among fine works.

Lin Ruochen's eyes darkened, and his fingertips unconsciously caressed the edge of the rice paper.

This handwriting... doesn't seem like something a freshman could write.

"You've practiced calligraphy?" His gaze lingered on her profile, tinged with inquiry.

Shen Ci lowered her eyes and said in a steady voice, "I learned some things from my elders when I was young."

In her memory, the original owner's grandfather was a great lover of calligraphy. When she was a child, her grandfather would always drag her to his study to practice calligraphy.

He could write for half a day at a time.

After her grandfather passed away, the original owner never touched a calligraphy brush again.

—Childhood.

Lin Ruochen stared at the words, his lips slightly pursed.

Such skill could not have been acquired without more than ten years of immersion, and her teacher must have been a renowned master, otherwise she could not have written with such refined elegance.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

Shen Ci slowly stood up, her voice not loud, but clear as jade cascading down a mountain stream.

"Hello Professor Lin, my name is Shen Ci."

Lin Ruochen was stunned.

Only then did he see her face clearly: her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rising with smoke, and her lips were naturally red. Elegance and grace were wonderfully blended in her, as if she were a woman who had stepped out of the painting "The Goddess of the Luo River".

It really does prove the saying, "The book reflects the person."

Moreover, her surname is Shen—

Could this little girl who is good at calligraphy be the "little devil" named Youyou that her older sister was talking about?

Lin Ruochen immediately rejected his guess.

There are quite a few students with the surname Shen in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature.

That "little devil" was spoiled, willful, and unreasonable; he couldn't possibly be this calm, collected, and unassuming person.

After regaining his senses, Lin Ruochen nodded at Shen Ci with satisfaction and praised her generously:

"Shen Ci, your handwriting is very good, which shows that you have put in a lot of effort in calligraphy. As long as you continue to work hard, you will definitely have a place in the calligraphy world in the future."

Shen Ci nodded slightly and returned the bow, her fingertips still carrying a faint scent of ink.

Lin Ruochen stared at her fingers, his eyes growing increasingly deep.

To satisfy the curiosity of the other students in the class, Lin Ruochen used a projector to display Shen Ci's calligraphy.

Many students couldn't resist taking out their phones and snapping photos of the words in front of them.

The male students in the class, while sighing, finally understood that some people are destined to be unattainable, existing only as a white moonlight.

The bell had just rung to signal the end of calligraphy class when Shen Ci was surrounded by several figures before she could even put away her brush and ink.

"Xiao Ci! You're amazing!" Chu Xuanxuan pounced on her, her dimples so deep they could hold honey, her eyes shining like two pools of stars. "Not only are you beautiful, but your calligraphy is also incredible! I can tell that Professor Lin really loves your work!"

Li Yueran squeezed between them, put her arm around Shen Ci's shoulder, and said with a hint of pride, "I told you, our dorm is full of hidden talents! Shen Ci's handwriting is so bad, everyone else's looks like chicken claws scratching at their fingers, it's unreadable!"

Yu Nuo pushed up his glasses, his gaze lingering on Shen Ci's face for a moment, a genuine admiration flashing in his eyes.

She was glad she was a girl; otherwise, spending every day with Shen Ci, she probably would have fallen for him long ago.

Li Yueran stared intently at Shen Ci, as if she had suddenly grasped some profound truth: "I suddenly understand why you ignore those guys who try to flirt with you!"

She clapped her hands suddenly, her voice rising abruptly: "How could those ordinary mortals be worthy of our talented and beautiful Xiaoci!"

She counted on her fingers, her tone certain: "Those who are average-looking are not good enough; those who are somewhat handsome are still not good enough; even those who are incredibly handsome..." She paused, as if carefully choosing her words, "I guess only the kind of school heartthrobs would be barely good enough for them."

"The school heartthrob?" Chu Xuanxuan blinked and whispered, "You mean... Senior Jiang?"

The name was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. Shen Ci paused slightly with his fingertips, then calmly put away his calligraphy tools.

Li Yueran, however, seemed to have been enlightened, her eyes widening: "That's right! Senior Jiang!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, grabbing Shen Ci's wrist: "Xiao Ci, if you stood next to Senior Jiang, the scene would be absolutely stunning! One is a beauty of unparalleled grace and talent, the other aloof and elegant, as cold as the moon, it's simply..."

"Yueran." Shen Ci gently withdrew her hand, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable gentleness, "Don't play matchmaker."

At 3 p.m., Jiang Duo was looking up information on his computer when his phone vibrated on the desktop.

It was a WeChat message from Yin Kuo: "Want to buy your little antique calligraphy piece?"

Jiang Duo frowned slightly, his fingertips pausing on the screen for a moment.

Although Yin Kuo was not as composed as Xie Shuheng, he rarely sent out such unsubstantiated messages.

He replied with a question mark:

"?"

"Wait."

Soon, a photo was sent over.

The photo is somewhat reflective and taken at an off-center angle, as if it was hastily taken from a distance, and the image also has a slightly blurry, grainy feel.

Even so, the calligraphy was still clearly legible.

It is a piece of calligraphy in regular script.

The font has a rigorous structure and a proper balance of spacing. What is most remarkable is the calm and composed air about it, like a deep pool with a calm surface but a wealth of hidden depths beneath.

Jiang Duo's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously zoomed in on the photo.

He learned calligraphy from his grandfather from a young age, and the older generation in the Jiang family also liked it, always wielding their brushes during festivals.

He could tell at a glance that the writing was not of ordinary skill.

He even felt that this level... surpassed that of his elders in the family.

He typed, "How come there are her words here?"

Yin Kuo quickly replied, "My distant cousin is in the Chinese Language and Literature Department. I asked him to keep an eye on your wife privately. Don't worry, Brother Duo, I specifically instructed him not to reveal your relationship."

Jiang Duo didn't reply to the message. He put his phone on the table, but his gaze lingered on the blurry photo for a long time.

In a moment, he took the phone back into his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the cold screen.