The 99th Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wen Fenglin got out of the taxi and stood in front of the magnificent and elegant entrance. His face was full of emotion.

Ruyi Art Association.

A get-together was held once every three years. The timing of each get-together was never fixed.

This time, Wen Fenglin was notified of the event out of the blue. Given that he had to see to Ou Ming as well, he came to Fujian to take part in the event.

Once he got out, he saw a few luxury cars stopping in the distance. Compared to them, he seemed to be sorely lacking in his air and style.

Wen Fenglin paid no heed to that. He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked up.

Of the passengers exiting the luxury cars, a number of them were roughly the same age as he was. A few others were as young as Ou Ming and Yu Lili. It was quite a crowd.

The event this time looked to be a lot bigger than it had been nine years ago when he last attended.

Wen Fenglin swaggered his way in ostentatiously. Quite a number of people recognized him.

A young man walked forward and looked at Wen Fenglin in surprise. "Are you Mr. Wen Fenglin, sir?"

Wen Fenglin looked at the young man and thought he looked very familiar. At that moment, he couldn't identify where he'd seen that face before.

He smiled and nodded, answering, "I am he."

"Hello. I am Zhen Li. My father often speaks of you," the young man said.

"And your father is…" Wen Fenglin replied.

"Zhen Xianlang," the young man said.

When Wen Fenglin was suddenly enlightened and laughed out loud. He shook the man's hand and said, "Wow, his son is all grown up! You should be 25 years old this year, am I right?"

Zhen Li looked a little embarrassed as he shook his head and asked, "Do I look very old?"

When he heard that, Wen Fenglin found it strange. "Did I remember incorrectly?"

"Yeah. I'm 21 this year. After the new year, I guess I'll be 22 according to the Chinese calendar. Let's go, Mr. Wen. This way, please," Zhen Li said.

Wen Fenglin felt a little awkward when he heard that. He smiled as he nodded his head.

Many attendees inside recognized Wen Fenglin as well. After all, the reputation of the Vagabond Artist was known far and wide.

As the head of the art association, Zhen Xianlang was already inside. When he heard the people around him speak of Wen Fenglin, he was caught by surprise and hurried forward.

They hadn't seen each other for more than 10 years. Zhen Xianlang looked very different from before.

In the past, when they were young, they had each been an outstanding talent with a dignified bearing.

As the years had passed, the both of them became a lot more relaxed.

Zhen Xianlang had a crew cut, and his hair was black and short. Much like in his younger days, he looked strong and healthy. His eyes were quite big and full of energy. His facial features were symmetrical. The only thing was that wrinkles had appeared on his face.

When Wen Fenglin saw Zhen Xianlang, a moment of familiarity passed between them.

Zhen Xianlang looked at Wen Fenglin. Sincere happiness spread from his heart to his face. He walked up and gave the friend that he hadn't seen in many years a big warm hug. "Long time no see, Brother!"

Wen Fenglin laughed aloud and patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah! I never expected that you'd have a second son! I thought that you'd never marry."

When Zhen Xianlang heard that, the smile on his face froze.

Zhen Li noticed that something was amiss and quickly interjected, "Dad, the food's ready. Let's head in."

"Yes. Come, come, come. Let's go in," Zhen Xianlang said.

When Wen Fenglin heard that, his emotions became even more complicated. With a slight smile, he followed the father and son of the Zhen family inside.