The City's Invincible Soldier King

The mountain breeze was slightly cold, waking Long Lin up.

"Little mutt Liu, I'll wait for your return."

In the midst of his quiet mumbling, Long Lin withdrew his gaze from the depths of the forest and shot back. He buried the four corpses deep in the ground and carefully erased all traces of the battle before hurrying back to the feet of the Junduoshan.

In five days, he would have to go to the Warrior Guild to give Xi Wanting the King's Asylum. There were a lot of things that needed to be settled immediately.

Just as Dazhi entered the Yanjing area, Zhou Yanyan called again, urging Long Lin to quickly go back and treat his mother-in-law Liu Mei Mei's pain.

Just as the call ended, Xi Wanting also called.

"Wanting, what's wrong?"

"He's back." There was an unspeakable loneliness and despair in Xi Wanting's tone.

There was only one person who could give birth to such an emotion in Xi Wanting.

Xi Zhenxi was a mad man who was obsessed with landscape painting, but did not achieve anything.

For the sake of painting, he abandoned his wife and children.

He was not with his wife when she died.

When his children were bullied and he had no one to rely on, he was not by his side.

To Xi Wanting and Xi Yuming, this father was definitely nothing. His role was merely to find time to provide Xi Wanting's mother with a few small tadpoles.

This point, Long Lin also deeply understood it.

Ever since he had returned to the Yanjing, he had been to the Xi Family dozens of times. However, he had never seen this man before.

Long Lin hurried home, after treating Liu Mei Mei, he quickly rushed to the Xi Family Manor, through the bright window, he finally saw Xi Zhenxi in the distance for the first time.

With long, gray hair, a long, three-whiskers, and a long, washed white robe, he did look like a master of art. However, after seeing the work of this crazy painter in the study, Long Lin was unable to connect him to an artist.

At most, he could only be considered a landscape painter who had just started his career. Even the landscape painting that he was most proud of, the market price wouldn't exceed 1,500 yuan.

If he was not born in Xi Family, he would just be an artistic diaosi who could barely survive.

Long Lin was not opposed to Xi Zhenxi going crazy for the sake of painting, but he could not accept his actions of abandoning his wife and children.

If you cannot be responsible for your family, do not marry or have children.

Now that he had a wife and a child, he had to do his duty as a husband and a father.

… ….

"Hello, Uncle Xi." Long Lin slowly walked into the big hall of the villa and politely shouted.

Xi Zhenxi stared at the television without blinking, attentively watching a performance on the appraisal of painting, completely ignoring Long Lin.

Long Lin raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Uncle Xi, good evening."

"Who are you? What are you doing at my place? " Xi Zhenxi looked at Long Lin and asked puzzledly.

"I am Long Lin, Wan Ting's boyfriend." Since he wanted to see how obsessed this fellow was, Long Lin decided to directly reveal his identity as Xi Wanting's boyfriend.

"Oh." Xi Zhenxi casually replied as he concentrated once again on the television.

As a parent, who doesn't care about their child's marriage?

However, in this fellow's eyes, Xi Wanting's marriage was not as important as a painting appreciation program. Long Lin could completely imagine the loneliness and despair Xi Wanting and the others would have when they were bullied.

No one is born strong.

Xi Wanting had been given birth to this strange father of her.

Long Lin did not interrupt this fellow again and allowed him to finish his appraisal program without taking his eyes off it. Only then did he politely say again: "Uncle Xi, good evening."

"Who are you? What are you doing at my place? "

It felt like this guy was just being casual and didn't listen to his words at all.

"I am Wan Ting's boyfriend, Long Lin." Long Lin said seriously once again.

"No, that won't do." Xi Zhenxi finally understood, but he still shook his head and said, "I have already promised Master Qi that I will betroth Wan Ting to his son."

There was simply no cure for such an oddity.

"What right do you have to decide Wan Ting's marriage?" Long Lin stared at Xi Zhenxi and asked.

"The orders of the parents, the words of the matchmaker." Xi Zhenxi said as if it was a matter of course, "Master Qi's son is a top painter of the China Academy of Arts, he would not be wronged by this Wan Ting, and furthermore, I have already accepted the betrothal gift, how can I go back on my words?"

Long Lin was so angry by this weirdo.

"Uncle Xi, can I trouble you to talk about Grandmaster Qi's son? I am very curious, what kind of person is he?"

"His name is Zeke."

"That's it?" Long Lin asked in a speechless manner, "Then do you know how old he is?"

Xi Zhenxi said with uncertainty, "He seems to be thirty-eight years old."

"Do you know his marital status?"

"It seems like they were divorced once."

"Is there a child?"

"Seems to have a son."

"Who does the son belong to?"

"I'm not sure either."

Long Lin was completely drunk.

If it was him, he would also fall into despair if he were to encounter such a wondrous father.

This was no longer infatuation, but madness, and even a sign of mental dislocation.

Long Lin decided not to ask him anymore and went straight to the phone. With Shadow's investigative powers, he was able to easily find Zeke's information.

Zeke, male, thirty-nine years old. Lecturer, art department, China Academy of Arts, divorced twice, had a daughter with his first wife, thirteen years old this year. He had a son with his second wife, nine years old this year.

His father was Qi Feng, a professor from the Arts Department of the China Academy of Arts. He was a well-known landscape painter in the China, his mother was Situ Qing Quan, and he was also a professor from the Photography Department of the China Academy of Arts.

He could be considered a scholar, but how could Xi Wanting marry Qi Ke?

Ignoring the fact that Qi Ke was much older than Xi Wanting and had divorced twice with two kids, just Qi Ke was a landscape painter and Xi Wanting couldn't marry her.

Her entire family was destroyed by this mountain and river painting, completely ignoring her love and kinship. This was Xi Wanting's greatest sorrow and nightmare.

Even if all the men in the world were to die, Xi Wanting would definitely not like a man who painted mountains and rivers.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that landscape painting was definitely Xi Wanting's life and death enemy. A man who played with landscape painting, was also a man whom Xi Wanting would never fall in love with.

There was basically no possibility for scientists and artists to be compatible with each other. Hence, not only Xi Wanting would agree to marry Qi Ke, Old Master Xi would also definitely not agree to this marriage.

"Aren't you going to have a nice chat with your daughter after being away for so long?" After quickly flipping through Zeke's official file, Long Lin took the initiative to ask again.

"Playing the lute to the cow." Xi Zhenxi said haughtily.

Long Lin felt a sense of helplessness from being drunk.

It was not surprising that the artist was tall.

However, Long Lin did not know who gave him the courage to draw, nor did he know if it was due to his high and mighty nature.

With Xi Wanting's intelligence, if she was interested in touching the landscape painting, she would only be able to look at the taillights for two or three years at most.

This fellow had already completely fallen into the world that he had made up. He had long ago broken away from the rest of the world.

He was sick, and very sick.

Long Lin could completely understand Xi Wanting's collapse and despair.

If one were to encounter such a father, anyone would collapse, and everyone would feel despair.