Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Great Master

  "Zi Xuan, tomorrow your grandfather will take you to attend a gathering, is that okay?" Old Man Zhang said with a smile.

  Fang Zixuan subconsciously wanted to frown, although she never disobeyed the wishes of her elders. However, during this period, she was dragged by Zhang Yun to attend all sorts of gatherings every day, just like an expensive piece of jewelry that Zhang Yun showed off everywhere. Those hypocritical and unfulfilling social events were a complete waste of time for her.

  "This gathering is different from the kind your mom took you to, it's just a few old friends of Grandpa's." Old Man Zhang explained in a soft and gentle voice, his smile almost apologetic.

  It's probably because of his old age, he didn't care much about his grandchildren when he was young, but now in his twilight years, he has a deep affection for this clever but neglected granddaughter who lacked parental love and was even ignored by her parents when she was ill. He always valued girls over boys, and towards Zhang Yun, his daughter, he is filled with guilt. Now it seems that he has projected the regret he had towards his daughter onto his granddaughter. As for Fang Zipeng, this boy, every time he sees him, he is timid and reserved, how could he possibly like him?

  "Alright." Although not necessarily willing, Fang Zi Xuan still nodded in agreement. She had almost never disobeyed her elders, and since Old Man Zhang was kind to her, she also took his kindness into consideration. Even if she couldn't truly accept this old man, she would try her best not to go against his wishes.

  The old man let out a sigh of relief, the treatment plan given by the psychologist mainly aimed at cultivating as many interests and hobbies as possible for Fang Zixuan, making her feel that life was full of wonder and joy, and trying to make her interact with strangers as much as possible.

  Mr. Zhang is probably the person who cares about her the most, and apart from him, almost no one knows what she likes to do in her free time or what books she reads. Even with such close observation, it's hard to notice her preferences, but he has seen more than one law book in her room, so he boldly guesses that this is currently the thing that interests her the most.

  It so happened that one of his old friends was a top-notch figure in the domestic legal community, and for the sake of his beloved granddaughter, he didn't hesitate to lose face and asked this old friend to come to J City.

  Mr. Zhang's old friend, Zhao Wenpu, is a legendary figure. Although scholars like him are not as well-known as politicians or scientists, their influence in the country is by no means inferior to theirs. He has almost influenced the formulation of every major national law, and his disciples are not only in academia but also spread across key departments such as public security and justice.

  Zhao Wenbo and Fang Lao had some connections, they were classmates in Nanyang when they were young, but because of being imprisoned by the British colonial authorities for participating in a riot in Nanyang, after release he returned to his home country to join the revolution, was sent abroad to study, after returning home he took up teaching, soon got involved in political movements, family broken and scattered, went through hardships, until 30 years ago he resumed work, more than a decade ago again got involved in a political storm, once again was dismissed, ups and downs, this life of his can be called a big play.

  Fang Zixuan, as a law student, had heard of Zhao Wenpu's great name since her previous life. Most of her teachers were students of Zhao Wenpu, and some were even students of his students. When she saw this legendary university professor and ancestor, she immediately lit up with excitement, although she didn't show much enthusiasm. Compared to when she met others, her emotions were more intense. Seeing her like this, Old Man Zhang felt both jealous and relieved. After all, he was also a famous figure in S Province, a great hero who had come and gone through the storm of bullets and rain. How could he not compare to Zhao Wenpu, that weak scholar?

  "Hello, Mr. Zhao!" Before Zhang could introduce him, Fang Zixuan took a step forward, still with a calm expression, but his eyes showed unreserved respect and admiration.

  Old Zhao was stunned, he often saw such eyes in the eyes of his younger students who stayed up late to study, which was not surprising. But the little girl in front of him was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was not his student. He was an old man studying law, not a movie star or a singer, it was really inexplicable.

  "Wen Pu, this is my granddaughter Fang Zi Xuan," Old Master Zhang smiled helplessly, "This little girl has no other interests, she just likes reading your books."

  "My book?" Old Zhao looked puzzled. "Your granddaughter hasn't even gone to college yet, how would she read that kind of book?"

  Mr. Zhao is the leading figure in China's legal academia, and his numerous works are well-known, but they are all professional books that are difficult to understand, without a certain foundation it is impossible to read them, many university graduates who have studied law for four years may not have even read his books, how would a girl who has not received basic legal education go about reading such books?

  His question was also what Old Man Zhang had always wanted to know. At this age, girls' interests and hobbies are diverse, which is normal, but most of them are in literature and art. Where can you find a young girl like her who is interested in the dry subject of law? Those theoretical and professional books make him sleepy just by looking at them, let alone reading them.

  Fang Zixuan rarely revealed a faint smile, "As it interests me."

  Her words are as down-to-earth as can be, in her world everything is about rationality and logic, law not only satisfies this point but also brings her endless speculative pleasure.

  "This little girl's interests are really special," Old Man Zhao laughed loudly, "At my age, I couldn't even calm down and sit still to read a book?"

  "Do you think everyone is as restless as you?" Old Man Zhou also laughed and said.

  "I've been restless all my life, and now that I'm old, I still can't be at peace." Old Zhao patted the armrest of his wheelchair. A minor stroke a few years ago had left him unable to walk properly, and over the past few years, his condition hadn't improved - on the contrary, it had worsened to the point where he needed a wheelchair.

  "You're just thinking too much, let some things go, come out and clear your mind, gather with us old guys, take a look at these little ones, isn't it quite interesting?" Old Master Zhou saw the fleeting gloom on his face and knew he was thinking of that past event again, so he hurriedly consoled him.

  "Not at all, this old bone doesn't have many years left to live anyway, haha, let's get drunk today since we have wine today." Old Master Zhao forced himself to cheer up, as if he had regained his interest, and intentionally tried to test Fang Zixuan to see if she was bragging earlier, "Little girl, which of my books have you read?"

  Fang Zixuan paused slightly, then recited Zhao Wenpu's book along with the publication time in a serious and solemn tone. This not only stunned Zhao Wenpu but also left Old Man Zhou in the audience speechless.

  "Old Zhao, this little girl is really your bookworm!" Old Zhou burst out laughing.