Chapter 8: The Three Halls Trial

  What's going on? Lin Yongsheng was fine just now when he called his mom, what happened now? What exactly happened. Wang Wei wondered in her heart.

  Lin's mother saw Wang Wei and his son, her face changed for a moment, and she forced a smile: "Sister, you've brought Ah Wei." Wang Wei's mother didn't know what had happened, and looked puzzled: "Sister-in-law, what's going on? Feng Jiao is such an obedient child, what mistake has she made to make you and Lin so angry?"

  "Ah, never mind, come inside first," she said, leading Wang Wei and his mother into the house. As soon as they entered, Wang Wei ran to Lin Fengjiao's side and pulled on her arm, whispering, "Fengjiao sister, what happened? Why is Uncle Lin so angry?" Lin Fengjiao shook her head after hearing this, not answering, but instead lowering her head and hanging her tears.

  On the other side, Lin's father saw Wang Wei about to pull Lin Fengjiao up and shouted with a dark face: "A Wei, don't bother with her, this rebellious girl, just let her kneel there, a girl who doesn't study well, always following some unscrupulous people around."

  "Uncle, you must have misunderstood Fengjiao sister, she has always been obedient." Wang Wei said with his head raised, trying to persuade him. "Yes, Brother Lin, you must have misunderstood," Wang Wei's mother also chimed in.

  "Good, good, you'll go to that kind of place and do that kind of thing." Lin's father grew angrier as he spoke, and by the end, it seemed like he had used too much force, pulling on his surgical wound, and was left speechless for half a day from the pain.

  Mr. Lin was so angry that he almost fainted, and Mrs. Lin quickly went over to support him, gently patting his back while softly advising: "Dad, don't get so angry, getting this angry will make your illness relapse again. Where can we find that much money again?" "I'd rather die from anger, using the money of this ungrateful daughter makes me feel ashamed."

  Upon hearing this, Wang Wei hastily opened his mouth to advise again: "Uncle, you must have misunderstood Feng Jiao. Don't be angry first, listen to Feng Jiao's explanation and then say something."

  "There's nothing to explain, the neighbor's aunt saw Liu Xiaojing, that dancer, come looking for her a few days ago. She left with Liu Xiaojing and didn't return until very late. It's not like she was going to be a dancer, how could she have so much money?" At this point, Lin's father couldn't help but burst into loud sobs. "It's all my fault, it's all my fault for being an old man with a useless illness, forcing my own daughter to go and be a dancer for someone else. I'm not even worthy of being a father." As he spoke, he slapped his own face twice.

  Mrs. Lin was also frightened and shouted: "I'm telling you, old man, don't do this, don't do this." Upon hearing this, Wang Wei was certain that it was because of the surgical expenses. Wang Wei remembered that he had told Lin Fengjiao not to let his family know that he had paid for the surgery himself, so he had asked Lin Fengjiao to settle the bill personally, but somehow Lin's father had found out.

  But then she found out, and it wasn't a big deal, as long as Lin Fengjiao told the truth. Alas, thinking of this, Wang Wei let out a sigh in his heart. Lin Fengjiao had endured such great humiliation just because she didn't want her father to know that she was the one who paid the money. Thinking of this, Wang Wei's heart felt a pang of emotion.

  "Lin Bo Bo, you really misunderstood this matter. Actually, Feng Jiao didn't go to be a dancer at all, and the one who paid for the surgery was someone else, that person is me."

  "Who?" Mr. Lin's mind didn't turn around for a moment, and he was stunned for a while before his face turned slightly angry towards Wang Wei: "Ah Wei, I know you want to make excuses for Feng Jiao, but how can a little kid like you have so much money? Don't say anything more."

  After listening to Lin's father, Wang Wei smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Lin, I really didn't deceive you about this matter. Don't get angry first, listen to me explain slowly." Lin's father saw that Wang Wei was speaking very seriously, and his heart hesitated for a moment. On the other hand, Lin's mother was desperate and wanted to believe that her daughter was not a dancer, as she couldn't accept the fact.

  Then he opened his mouth to persuade him, saying: "Old man, just listen to what Ah Wei has to say." Lin's father didn't speak, which was equivalent to agreeing. Only then did Wang Wei open his mouth and say: "Uncle, it's like this, the two thousand yuan for your surgery is money I earned myself." After finishing speaking, he looked at his mother standing beside him and said: "Mom, didn't I ask you to buy a lot of paper every day a few days ago?" Wang Wei's mother wasn't sure if her son was telling the truth or not, but she had indeed bought paper for her son. So she nodded.

  Wang Wei said, looking at Lin Yongsheng beside him, "Uncle, you can ask Yongsheng what I've been doing lately." Lin Yongsheng nodded after hearing Wang Wei's words and said, "Dad, I know this. I remember that several times when I went to play with Brother Wei, he was always writing at home."

  Lin's father listened to Wang Wei's words and his face slightly relaxed, but he still didn't quite believe it. Frowning, he said, "But even if that's the case, it doesn't prove that what you write can make money, let alone so much."

  "If Uncle still doesn't believe me, I can go find the editor of Zhen Shan Mei Publishing House to prove it." Wang Wei thought for a moment and finally reluctantly pulled out the editor of Zhen Shan Mei Publishing House.

  This time, Lin's father didn't say anything, but instead furrowed his brow in thought, and the room suddenly fell silent.

  Suddenly, outside the Lin family's house, Mr. Liu, Wang Wei's neighbor, shouted: "Jialong, are Ahwei and Axia at your place?" "Yes! What's up, Uncle Liu." Lin's father replied. "Good, there's someone from Meishu Publishing House looking for Ahwei. I saw Yongsheng going to Ahwei's house this morning, so I guess he might have come to your place. Here, let me bring the editor over."

  Wang Wei felt a sudden relief when he heard that it was Xue Bing coming to find him. He took a glance at Lin's father beside him and found that his complexion had also improved a lot.

  Lin's father paused and said to Lin Fengjiao, who was still kneeling on the ground: "Don't get up quickly, there are guests coming. You're making a fool of yourself in front of them."

  After hearing Lin's father say this, everyone in the house let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Lin's father no longer blamed Lin Fengjiao. For someone as straightforward and concerned with male dignity as Lin's father, apologizing was impossible. By saying so, it meant that Lin's father had already believed Wang Wei's words and was no longer blaming Lin Fengjiao.

  Xue Bing walked into the house and didn't stay for long. He took out a book from his bag, "The Legend of Tang's Double Dragons", which had just been published. "Mr. Wang, this is freshly published by the press, I brought it over as soon as possible. Take a look." As he handed the book to Wang Wei, who took a glance and saw that it was in the style popular on the market in the 70s and 80s. The title of the book was printed on the right side of the cover in bold, vertical characters: "The Legend of Tang's Double Dragons". Below the title, in smaller letters, were the two words "Meng Sheng", which was Wang Wei's pen name, indicating that past events were just a fleeting dream, and he himself was a son born from that dream.

  Wang Wei flipped through the pages, the first page was a brief introduction to the content, followed by the table of contents, and then the main content of the book, with some simple illustrations inserted every few pages. The overall design of the book is quite good for this era, and the printing is also not bad.

  Xue Bing saw Wang Wei reading a book, adjusted his glasses and smiled: "Mr. Wang, not bad, huh?" "En" Wang Wei nodded slightly.

  Xue Bing saw that Wang Wei was relatively satisfied with the book, nodded and said: "That's good, that's good." After finishing speaking, Xue Bing glanced at Lin's father and others in the room, adjusted his glasses and said: "Mr. Wang, then I'll leave first, you go ahead and busy yourself."

  Wang Wei listened to Xue Bing's words and knew that Xue Bing was quite good at reading the situation, knowing that today was not the time to discuss matters, so he suggested leaving. Wang Wei was very satisfied with Xue Bing's move, thinking that this person was very capable. So he nodded his head and smiled: "Well, that's great. Once the book sales results come out, if they're good, we can arrange a time to meet again, Editor Xue. However, at that time, the manuscript fee will need to be discussed again, right, Editor Xue?"

  "Alright, certainly. Mr. Wang, you go ahead and busy yourself, I'll take my leave." Xue Biang said as he bid farewell to the people in the house one by one. At the same time, in front of Lin's parents and Wang Wei's mother, he lavishly praised Wang Wei, making him out to be a perfect gentleman. This caused the three elders to occasionally cast inquiring glances at Wang Wei, leaving him inwardly smiling wryly. It seems that a family trial is unavoidable now.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, after sending off Xue Bing, the trial of the three halls arrived. Wang Wei took a look at Lin Fengjiao standing beside him, while Lin Fengjiao cast over a helpless glance.

  "Ah Wei, when did you learn to write?" Wu Xia asked as the first to speak up. "A few years ago." Wang Wei lied as smoothly as drinking plain water, without batting an eyelid.

  "How was I supposed to know? And some time ago, he even cheated me, saying that he wanted to learn how to write." Wu Xia stared tightly at her son.

  "Mom, you're always busy with work outside, I'm alone at home, very bored, so I often go listen to Old Liu read the newspaper, after a long time I learned to recognize characters, as for cheating you, no, I told you I wanted to write, would you believe me?" Wang Wei spread his hands in frustration.

  Wu Xia looked at her son for half a day and couldn't see anything, because Wang Wei's eyes were clear when he spoke, not like he was deceiving anyone. Moreover, Wang Wei said, "You work outside every day and leave me alone at home." Wu Xia's thoughts suddenly turned to self-blame, but she didn't think about the loopholes in her son's words.

  On the other side, Lin's father furrowed his brow and stared at Wang Wei for a long time before speaking: "Ah Wei, you said that after listening to Old Liu from next door read the newspaper, you remembered the words. Can you really memorize everything at a glance?" "Uncle Lin, anyway, I just remember those words as soon as I see them, and I can write them too. As for why, I don't know either." Wang Wei saw that there was no way to explain, so he simply played dumb. He had a completely shameless expression.

  In the end, Queen Mother and Lin Fengjiao's parents interrogated for half a day, but they didn't get anything out of it. The only conclusion that could be drawn was that Wang Wei was a genius, a born genius.

  After resolving Wang Wei's problem, the issue of Wang Wei and Lin Fengjiao's relationship was brought up. Initially, Wang Wei's mother had some reservations due to their age difference, but after the recent incident, her concerns had completely disappeared. Because Wang Wei's behavior was almost more mature than Lin Fengjiao, who is six years older than him. So the two of them being together looked more suitable now.

  It was only natural that the two of them would get together, and after discussing it with both sets of parents, considering Wang Wei's young age and how easily he could be deceived, they decided that Lin Fengjiao, Wang Wei's fiancée, would act as his professional caregiver and follow him around to prevent him from being cheated. This absurd decision made Wang Wei feel like rolling his eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had no choice but to agree.

  P.S. To all the readers out there, are you still recommending this? Come on, kill me already!