Playing cards, I am your ancestor!-Chapter 350: Song Zhi Discovers

It’s not believed to be made by Wen Jiang.

Instead, the style of this card resembles Wen Jiang’s.

Every Card Maker has their own style when designing cards.

Although the styles of Xi Zhou and Yunxia are vastly different, one can glimpse certain shared details in the card designs.

Wen Jiang hadn’t really given it much thought.

This flamboyant Flame Dragon girl card is very much in her style of character cards.

After all, this is the home ground of the Sanctuary; no one would think this card was made by Wen Jiang, and preconceived notions set in immediately.

"Clumsy imitation," Song Yi glanced at it: "Deliberately imitating Wen Jiang’s style?"

Wen Jiang: "..."

Zero Egg was grumbling as well: [Why does he lose his senses at crucial moments?]

"It can’t be said to be clumsy. Being able to design this shows this person has talent. It seems Wen Jiang’s presence has inspired many designers." Guo Shu couldn’t help but click his tongue in appreciation, "No wonder Divine Punishment is proud; they’re likely trying to nurture someone like Wen Jiang in Xi Zhou, someone skilled in both card making and competitions. I heard this Card Maker will also participate in the individual competition."

Since the identity of Mount Flower’s Card Maker hasn’t been publicly revealed, everyone has pretty much guessed it relates to Wen Jiang.

A genius girl excelling in both card making and competition.

So naturally, Xi Zhou also wants to create one.

Johnny indeed has such plans.

"It’s not that easy," even Du Zhaiyue couldn’t help but laugh, "Wen Jiang is S Rank now; style can be imitated, but strength can’t be faked."

Wen Jiang: "..."

To be honest, she suddenly found it a bit amusing.

Even Zero Egg found it hilarious: [They would be so stunned if they knew it was you!]

Sheng Hongying glanced at Wen Jiang and then softly said, "Is Wen Jiang’s style really that easy to imitate?"

She looked at the impact of that Flame Dragon and thought it wasn’t something an average Card Maker could design.

There truly is a strong sense of Wen Jiang’s personal style.

Can others really imitate it to this extent?

"After all, there are indeed talented Card Makers in Xi Zhou too; our card designs must have provided them with quite some inspiration." Guo Shu proudly said, "It used to be us imitating them; now it’s their turn to imitate us."

When a genius emerges, destiny can truly be rewritten.

Among others, Song Jue occasionally glanced at Wen Jiang.

He paid attention to Wen Jiang’s subtle expressions.

But Wen Jiang remained very calm.

Usually, as long as she isn’t speaking or doing other things,

she is concentrated and serious, making it hard for others to glean any clues.

Song Yi donned a gloating expression, "Wen Jiang, how do you feel about someone really imitating you?"

Wen Jiang glanced at him, "Just like Zhaiyue said, style can be imitated, but strength can’t. What do I have to worry about? I’m full; you all take your time eating."

Song Yi saw Wen Jiang stride away and scoffed, "She’s really arrogant."

Song Jue: "If you had her skills, you could ride on the coach’s head."

Guo Shu: "..."

Why drag me into this!

Wen Jiang was prepared to teleport back to the Jimo Family from her hotel room.

This kind of short-distance transmission no longer affects her much now.

But at the entrance, Wen Jiang saw a rather unexpected person.

Song Zhi.

Seeing Wen Jiang, Song Zhi flashed a generous smile, "Hello, Wen Jiang, do you mind if we have a chat?"

Wen Jiang was silent for two seconds and then nodded.

A few minutes later, they were seated in a secluded café on the island.

Song Zhi ordered two coffees, starting with familiar tone, "I know you might find it strange that I’ve sought you out."

Wen Jiang indeed was guessing the reason she sought her out.

Song Zhi laughed, "Rest assured, this visit has nothing to do with family matters; actually, I want to ask you something."

As she said this, she sat upright, her expression more serious, "Wen Jiang, I know you’re the only one left in the Jimo Family, except for Hua Zhuo, Lady Hua, who manages external affairs for you. She was once General Jimo Xiao’s junior. I want to ask how much you know about her."

Wen Jiang was surprised for a few seconds.

Her eyebrows raised slightly, "Hua Zhuo, huh."

Meaningful.

She naturally knew about the relationship between Hua Zhuo and Song Zhi.

But since Hua Zhuo didn’t want to mention it, it was meant to be a secret kept hidden forever.

Now that Song Zhi asked, it was evident she’d realized something.

"Why suddenly ask me this question? I rarely handle Lady Hua’s matters."

Song Zhi took a sip of coffee, her throat moved, "I may be abrupt, but I think there are things about Lady Hua you should understand."

Given Wen Jiang’s disposition, how could someone completely unfamiliar with her manage the current Jimo Family?

Wen Jiang: "So, what do you want to ask?"

Song Zhi’s gaze revealed complexity, recalling something, "A few days ago, while discussing something with my dad, I saw something flash across his desktop during a video call. It was a photo of Lady Hua."

She’d never seen it before.

Her father never put anything belonging to others in his room.

Especially a woman.

Even the one currently married to him was merely a mascot in the Song Family.

And lately, there were stirrings of divorce, largely due to Song Yingchen’s affair, where this stepmother acted indiscreetly.

So right away, Song Zhi sensed something wasn’t right.

She didn’t directly question her father, Song Ji, and instead took a roundabout approach.

She thought maybe she could get answers from Wen Jiang.

Wen Jiang blinked, "Sorry, that’s someone else’s private matter, and I’m not very interested. If you need to know something, I think you should ask the person directly."

Wen Jiang wouldn’t reveal Hua Zhuo’s secrets willy-nilly.

Song Zhi was too clever, she could sense something from Wen Jiang’s evasiveness.

"But still, thanks for the hospitality, Miss Song."

When Wen Jiang stood to leave, Song Zhi suddenly said, "Lady Hua is my mother, right?"

Wen Jiang plopped back into her seat.

See, how bold.

After all, it wasn’t she who spoke.

Wen Jiang sincerely replied, "I still suggest you should ask your father about this directly."

"I just have this feeling that I won’t get the answers I want from him."

Ordinarily, Song Zhi is calm and collected, as an heir to the Song Family, she possesses all the qualifications.

She even controls her emotion from leaking out too much.

But this matter had her voice faintly trembling, "I just don’t understand, if she is truly my mother, why in the same place, didn’t she choose to see me even once over all these years? Does she despise my existence?"

Wen Jiang felt unsuitable for counseling, as this matter was beyond her capabilities.

Zero Egg: [After all, you’re a cold, unfeeling woman!]

Wen Jiang: "..."

Some things need to be handled right away to prevent troubles.