Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine - Chapter 405

405 Bian Tong’s Secret…

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When Wang Yi returned home, he was still wearing a white coat and saw Bian Tong wearing a mask.

Su Ji introduced them to each other, and Wang Yi shook hands with him. “Mr. Bian, nice to meet you.”

Bian Tong glanced at the badge on his white coat that belonged to the National Institute of Life Sciences, then looked away without batting an eyelid. “Nice to meet you. ”

Wang Yi took off his coat and went to wash his hands.

Jiang Cuiqin, who was practicing, put down her pen. “I didn’t expect you to come back early. Are you not busy today?”

Wang Yi’s voice came from the bathroom. “It’s alright. ”

Su Ji glanced at the coat he had draped over the back of the sofa.

He seemed like he was busy working.

Beside him, Ji Xi had also written something.

The audience was complimenting her handwriting.

However, Ji Xi didn’t seem to like it and was too embarrassed to show it to Ms. Jiang. She wanted to put it away, but Jiang Cuiqin said, “no, Director Duan said that he wants to put our calligraphy up for auction on the official website. The money will be donated.”

Ji Xi stopped when she heard this. “I see. Thank goodness you said it.”

Many netizens waited for the organizers to take photos and upload them to the website.

They were all auctioned at low prices. If they could get their favorite idol’s calligraphy and do charity at the same time, it would be very meaningful.

At the dining table, Wang Yi looked at Bian Tong’s oracle bone inscriptions. Below them were the scripts from a later period.

As he read them, Wang Yi’s gaze gradually fell on Bian Tong.

He seemed to be trying to size him up through the mask.

Seeing that everyone else had started eating, except Bian Tong, Wang Yi smiled politely and said, “Mr. Bian, please take off your mask and eat.”

Su Ji looked at Bian Tong and then at the pile of food in his bowl. Jiang Cuiqin put them in his bowl.

Perhaps because she herself reincarnated, Su Ji somehow understood why Bian Tong did not want to take off his mask and show his face in public.

“Why don’t I help you…” Su Ji wanted to find an excuse to help him leave, but Bian Tong misunderstood. He moved the bowl of food toward him protectively. “No, thank you.”

Su Ji: “…”

Bian Tong looked down at his bowl of rice, his beautiful hand slowly reaching to the side of his mask.

[ “Is Mr. Bian finally showing his face??” ]

[ “Looking forward to it!!” ]

[ “Will my fantasy be shattered? I’m so conflicted!” ]

Wang Yi was also staring at Bian Tong.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Bian Tong picked up a huge mouthful of rice with his chopsticks and a piece of pork belly. He took off half of his mask at lightning speed and stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth. Then, he immediately wore his mask again. He was so fast that it was as if nothing had happened. By the time everyone’s minds caught up, his mask was on and he was chewing slowly the food

Su Ji: “…”

Wang Yi: “…”

[ “Did anyone get a screenshot??” ]

[ “I didn’t even see it!” ]

[ “Did he just move? If it wasn’t for the fact that the rice disappeared, I would have thought that I was seeing things!” ]

After that, Bian Tong did the same thing and finished the entire bowl of rice without letting anyone see what he looked like.

The netizens were preparing to take a screenshot, but they either captured him taking off his mask with his hand covering his face, or he had his head lowered.

Not a single part of his face was revealed.

[ “He is too fast!” ]

Ji Xi and Jiang Cuiqin looked at each other and smiled, thinking that Su Ji’s friends were very interesting.

In the end, not a single grain of rice was left in Bian Tong’s bowl. He calmly raised his chin at Su Ji as if asking, “see how powerful I am?”

Su Ji silently clapped for him under the table.

After lunch, the staff had already started to take photos of everyone’s calligraphy after getting everyone’s approval. They were ready to post them on the website.

Wang Yi put on his white coat again. There were still a lot of things for him to do at the research institute.

Bian Tong left with him, but not in the same car.

A scientist was passionate about their field of research. After the meal, Wang Yi thought that he might be a little too sensitive. Perhaps Mr. Bian was just interested in ancient scripts.

The two of them parked their cars side by side and chatted for a while before getting into the car.

Wang Yi said, “you are multi-talented. When you are free, we can meet up.”

Bian Tong said jokingly, “those who contact me often tend to be involved in many lawsuits. Dr. Wang, please don’t contact me. ”

Wang Yi shook his head and smiled. Just as he was about to turn around and get into the car, a few pieces of calligraphy fell.

Wang Yi bent down to help him pick them up.

They were written in modern scripts.

Bian Tong paused for a moment. Seeing Wang Yi’s confusion, he smiled. “I’m not a famous person and my handwriting is not worth much, so I took them with me.”

“I see,” Wang Yi seemed to have seen something, and he said warmly, “you are self-deprecating.”

Bian Tong left the calligraphy written in ancient script styles with the organizers.

The one Wang Yi saw was written in traditional Chinese characters from the end of the late Qing Dynasty. He also wrote a poem from the same period.

Wang Yi’s eyes lit up.

Bian Tong noticed his expression and took the calligraphy from him, “I’m sorry, Dr. Wang, I’m pressed for time today. Let’s talk another day.”

Wang Yi nodded and got into the car.

Bian Tong had called for a taxi.

He thought that it was not worth it to buy a car.

Wang Yi lowered the window of the driver’s seat and asked Bian Tong to leave first.

When Wang Yi’s car was the only one left in the courtyard, he started the car and called his assistant at the research institute. “Apply for the things from last time. I’ll need them at the research institute later.”

The assistant was stunned. “Professor, are you referring to the relics left behind by the songstress at the end of the Qing Dynasty?”

Wang Yi mumbled an affirmation. He connected his phone to Bluetooth and put his hand on the steering wheel.

“Okay, I’ll go and apply for permission now.”

The assistant seemed to have realized something. “Why so sudden…” He sounded a little excited. “Is there any progress? ”

Wang Yi’s car drove away from the house. “Don’t ask so many questions. Go and prepare…”