Chapter 639

Black Mercedes-Maybach drove steadily on the highway for a full eleven hours before barely reaching Tianzhou!

This city borders Kyoto, is one of the empire's most important northern port cities, and in the entire north its economic volume is second only to Kyoto.

Unlike the gentle, graceful style of the Jiangnan water towns, Tianzhou, due to long-term trade with Hai Wai, has been more influenced by Western culture, and its architectural style also shows obvious exotic flair.

Buildings along the street vary in height, and the church's spire and the Chamber of Commerce's dome outline a distinctive silhouette in the night.

The Lin Family occupies an entire district at the very core of Tianzhou's city center.

The wall is built of gray-white stone, standing three meters high, its top overgrown with evergreen vines that sway gently in the night breeze.

The buildings inside the gate loom faintly, revealing outlines: pointed-roof small towers, round-arched windows, and the corridor pillars carved with delicate patterns.

Ma Jian glanced at the Lin Family's extravagantly luxurious exterior buildings from inside the car and couldn't help clicking his tongue in admiration.

He parked the car at the gate, poked his head out the car window, and stared at the gray-white courtyard wall and cast-iron door, his eyes brightening a bit.

Even though he comes from the Jiangnan Ma Family and has seen some of the world, the Lin Family's display still surprised him a bit.

"Click-click, Doctor Lin, your family's strength is incredible—such a huge courtyard; in Jiangnan only the Provincial Capital's Xia Family could have such grandeur!"

Ma Jian turned his head to look at Lin Yanqian in the passenger seat, his tone full of undisguised astonishment.

"How terrifying is the Xia Family's power? The number one family in Jiangnan! If your Lin Family in Tianzhou can compare to the Xia Family's status in Jiangnan, then you are also a top-tier aristocratic family."

Lin Yanqian tugged at the corner of her mouth, saying nothing.

She certainly knows her family is wealthy; her father is the Chairman of the Tianzhou Chamber of Commerce, controlling trade at several important northern ports, and in the entire Tianzhou business world he is a man of great influence.

But she also knows what kind of people her parents are; no amount of money can change their rigid rules and notions.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the car door, and got out.

Ma Jian also turned off the engine, about to follow her out, when two figures suddenly appeared in front of the car.

Those two figures came so quickly that Ma Jian couldn't even tell where they had popped out from.

One on the left, one on the right, their builds were hulking, their arms thicker than an ordinary person's thighs; standing there like two moving walls, they blocked the Mercedes-Maybach's path.

"Who are you? Here is the Tianzhou Lin Family; outside vehicles are not allowed inside!"

The lead bodyguard's voice was deep, carrying an unyielding hardness.

He gave Ma Jian a quick up-and-down glance, his gaze lingering a moment on the man's still-dazed face, then he looked at the license plate of the Mercedes-Maybach to confirm it wasn't a regular visitor registered to the Lin Family.

Ma Jian opened his mouth, about to explain.

Lin Yanqian from the passenger seat poked her head out.

"Move aside! I'm bringing my teacher to pay respects to my parents!"

The two bodyguards, upon seeing Lin Yanqian's face, moved almost in unison.

The eyes behind the sunglasses widened, as if making sure they weren't mistaken.

"Young miss? Why did you suddenly come back without even giving a heads‑up!"

Lin Yanqian waved her hand, too lazy to explain.

The two bodyguards no longer dared to block the way; one hurried to the side, the other ran back and pushed open the iron gate wide enough for a vehicle to pass.

Seeing this, Ma Jian quickly drove the car in, thinking to himself: having status sure comes in handy.

With Lin Yanqian's face, the way was practically smooth sailing.

They passed through the front garden and fountain, went between several small buildings along the driveway, and finally stopped in front of an imposing main hall.

The main hall is three stories high, its exterior walls of off-white stone carved with elaborate patterns, its door of dark brown solid wood studded with copper fittings and ornaments.

An old man in a gray Zhongshan suit was already waiting at the entrance.

He is about sixty, his hair neatly combed, his posture ramrod straight, his face bearing a trained smile.

Seeing Lin Yanqian step out of the car from afar, he quickly went up to greet her, his voice carrying an elder's affection.

"Young miss, why are you back so early? The gatekeeper said you invited a teacher to come over as a guest—could it be that our Lin Family has summoned one of the National Medical Hall's National Hands?"

Lin Yanqian saw the old man, and her expression relaxed a little.

She smiled, her tone unconsciously carrying a sense of pride.

"Uncle Dong, this person is far more formidable than a National Hand. Please have my parents come out; my teacher is waiting to meet them."

The old butler's gaze swept past Lin Yanqian and fell toward the rear car door.

He saw Ma Jian get out of the driver's seat, saw the passenger seat become vacant, and then saw Jiang Feng step out from the rear car door.

His gaze lingered on Jiang Feng for a moment, scanning him up and down; seeing that absurdly youthful face and that unremarkable attire, his brow twitched slightly, but he quickly recovered, still maintaining that trained smile.

"The young lady's teacher is indeed young and capable. I'll go fetch the master and mistress right away."

He turned and hurried back into the main hall.

Lin Yanqian took a deep breath, turned around, walked to the car door, bent down, and spoke to Jiang Feng with respect.

"Master, please."

Jiang Feng glanced at her, said nothing, and strode into the Lin Family's tall solid wood door.

The main hall is huge—about two to three times the size of an ordinary family's living room—its floor laid with dark wood, polished to a shine that can reflect silhouettes.

Several calligraphic works hang on the walls, their signatures all from renowned artists.

Redwood armchairs and tea tables are arranged neatly, the tea table holding a delicate tea set, the tea already brewed and sending up thin wisps of steam.

The Lin Family's Family Head, Lin Zhenshan, and his wife, Linghu Wan, were already sitting upright in the places of honor, waiting.

Lin Zhenshan wore a dark gray Chinese button‑up jacket, his hair neatly combed, exuding the steadiness and dignity of one long in high position.

Beside him sat Linghu Wan, wearing an elegant cheongsam, her expression gentle, her features refined.

Although they are older, one can still see the grace of their youth.

Hearing footsteps, they both lifted their heads, their faces showing the elder‑like, gentle smile ready to welcome guests.

Lin Yanqian walked ahead, entered the main hall first, and stood obediently to one side.

Jiang Feng followed behind her and went in.

Lin Zhenshan's Laughter froze.

His gaze fell on Jiang Feng's face, as if he had seen something extremely unbelievable.

Pupils contracted sharply, Mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something but his throat seemed blocked by something.

Linghu Wan's reaction was even greater.

The main hall was terrifyingly quiet. Even the Breath sound became Clarity audible.

The old steward Standing at the side, the Laughter on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a dazed blankness.

Lin Yanqian Standing beside Jiang Feng, seeing her parents' expressions, her heart skipped, a bad premonition surged up.

"Dad, Mom……"

She tried to speak, her voice tight.

"This is my teacher, Jiang……"

"Shut up!"

Lin Zhenshan fiercely slapped the Chair armrest, Standing up.

His voice was rough, filled with an uncontainable anger, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his whole body's Wool stood on end.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Feng, finger raised, pointing at him, his voice trembling.

"You… you……"

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but the words were swallowed back at the Mouth.

He turned his head to look at Lin Yanqian, his eyes wide as balls.

"Yan Qian, come over here!"