My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 51 Professional Team
Downstairs at a five-star hotel.

Lu Yuan parked the car steadily in the parking space, turned off the engine, but did not get out of the car immediately.

He leaned back in his seat, his knuckles tapping unconsciously on the steering wheel.

The other party was able to get his phone number at first, and now they know his needs precisely. Next time, they might just come to visit him in person!
Although Lin Ling repeatedly emphasized on the phone that they meant no harm, everyone has a mouth, and anyone can say nice things.

So he agreed to meet Lin Ling not only for Chen Xiaomiao's medical examination, but also to meet this so-called "assistant team" so that he would have a better understanding of the situation.

Lu Yuan took out his phone and dialed the number again.

Within half a minute, a figure strode out of the hotel's revolving door.

Wearing a well-tailored off-white suit skirt, she looked tall and slender, with delicate and just-right light makeup on her face, and every step she took made her appear capable and composed.

Lin Ling spotted the old A8 at the door at a glance, smiled, and gently knocked on the car window.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Without any further pleasantries, Lin Ling led Lu Yuan through the lobby to a quiet and elegant tea room by the window on the second floor of the hotel.

She skillfully warmed the teaware with boiling water and poured Lu Yuan a cup of clear, bright yellow Pu'er tea. Her movements were fluid and pleasing to the eye.

Lu Yuan cut to the chase: "What are your plans?"

Lin Ling took out a well-made business card from her briefcase and handed it over with both hands.

"This is the private phone number of Director Ning of Kanghe Private Hospital. You can contact him at any time. He will personally arrange your friend's medical examination, and the whole process will be kept confidential without leaving any registration information."

Lu Yuan remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the steaming tea in front of him.

Lin Ling wasn't embarrassed. She naturally withdrew her hand, gently placed the business card on the corner of the coffee table, and said no more.

"Ms. Lin Ling, I hope you understand that I am very satisfied with my current life."

Lu Yuan spoke, his voice calm and even: "Although I have a mortgage, the inheritance my mother left me is more than enough to cover my living expenses. After graduation, I can find a job to support myself without any problem."

As for my grandparents, they both have pensions, and my grandmother is the director of Wende Hospital, so it's convenient for them to take care of their elderly parents and medical needs.

Even though my parents passed away early, I know that compared to most people, my life has been fortunate enough.

I am here today out of respect for your work, and more importantly, I hope to reach a proper solution for handling the estate.

His words were half true and half false, but Lu Yuan's goal from beginning to end was only one—to live a peaceful and stable life.

Lin Ling listened quietly, maintaining a professional smile throughout: "Mr. Lu, you misunderstand. I'm not here today as a lobbyist, nor do I want to negotiate with you."

After saying that, she took something else out of her bag and gently pushed it in front of Lu Yuan.

An old photo album, its dark red velvet cover faded and its corners badly worn.

"These are Mr. Chen Shu's most important personal belongings, and I am now handing them over to you."

Lu Yuan reached out and opened the photo album.

The first page features an old color photograph of a baby, with a line of elegant penmanship below the photograph: "Chen Lan's 100-day photo."

As Lu Yuan flipped through the photo album, Lin Ling began to narrate at a leisurely pace.

"Mr. Chen Shu had three marriages. The first was during his participation in the revolution, when he married a medic comrade under the witness of the organization. They were comrades-in-arms and lovers... Later, the medic unfortunately died of an infection while treating wounded soldiers."

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Mr. Chen Shu was assigned to teach at a university in the capital. Through an introduction, he met and married a female cook in the school cafeteria. Although she was unable to have children, the two lived together in mutual respect for more than 20 years until the female cook passed away due to illness.

After that, Mr. Chen thought he would grow old alone, but one day, a female student who was forty years younger than him began to pursue him intensely... who was your maternal grandmother.

We don’t know the specific details, but because of this shocking teacher-student relationship, Mr. Chen Shu lost his secure job. At that time, your grandmother was already pregnant with your mother.

Just as the reform and opening up began, in order to support his family, Mr. Chen Shu tried his hand at business. At first, he just wanted to make a little money, but as the snowball grew bigger and bigger, and his business expanded, he became involved in more and more interests and personal relationships, and eventually he couldn't stop..."

As Lin Ling finished speaking, Lu Yuan's fingertips stopped on the last page of the photo album.

In the photo, Chen Lan, the 18-year-old mother, stands in front of the gate of a well-known European university, wearing a fashionable dress and smiling brightly.

"During your mother's first year of studying abroad, she and Mr. Chen Shu had a very heated argument, the specific reason for which is unknown."

But from then on, your mother never asked Mr. Chen Shu for a single penny again. She supported herself throughout her entire study abroad experience by relying on scholarships and part-time jobs.

The next time the father and daughter met was at your parents' wedding.

Lu Yuan slammed the photo album shut, his face expressionless: "Finished?"

Lin Ling nodded and then took out a letter from her bag and handed it over.

The envelope was yellowed and had three large characters in regular script that read "Received by Chen Lan." The style and brushstrokes were seven or eight parts similar to those of Chen Xiaomiao's calligraphy.

"This is a letter that Mr. Chen Shu prepared to send to your mother four years ago, perhaps hoping to reconcile the father and daughter. Unfortunately, before the letter could be sent, your parents passed away... The letter was never opened, and now it is being returned to its rightful owner."

Lu Yuan took the envelope, a playful smile on his face: "Your team is really professional. Seeing that I wasn't interested in the inheritance, you switched to playing the emotional card. You must have made quite a few plans to make sure I inherit the estate, right?"

Lin Ling smiled faintly, neither denying nor admitting it.

"I was just doing my job, and our whole team was just doing the work that Mr. Chen Shu had assigned before his death."

"Well then, there's no point in talking to you, so next time I'll just have your team leader come see me."

Lu Yuan picked up the photo album and the envelope, got up and left, without glancing at the business card on the coffee table once in a while.

Lin Ling, or rather her team, has a very clever negotiation strategy.

First, she used a hospital business card to satisfy Lu Yuan's needs, then she used a photo album to remind Lu Yuan of their blood ties, and finally she used an unsent letter to create a sense of regret between father and daughter.

The word "money" was not mentioned even once throughout the entire process.

She has almost perfectly constructed her offensive, and if you're not careful, she will break through your psychological defenses.

If this happens a few more times, Lu Yuan really doesn't know if he can handle it...

　I have seen everyone's opinions and doubts about my grandfather's inheritance, and I will address and explain them later in the story.

　　There were also subtle foreshadowing elements in the earlier text...

　　I hope everyone won't dwell too much on this point.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)