Pang Feng's departure plunged the Pang family into grief. Fortunately, Zhang Ning appeared in time to make up for it.

When Zhang Ning appeared as a 'widow' at Pang Feng's funeral, Pang Qingtian was not as excited as others, nor did he suspect that this girl was here to take the opportunity to extort money. What he did to his own son

In order to know everything, he just said lightly: "If the child born is not my grandson, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Ordinary women will panic at this time. Because this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, and later facts have proved that those women who try to get through the situation have a 'tragic' ending. And this Zhang Ning's

Her calm expression and lack of fear made Pang Qingtian fully trust her. What's more, Zhang Ning also volunteered to live in the Pang family until the child was born and underwent a DNA test to prove his 'innocence'

.

However, this woman's ruthlessness later made Pang Qingtian completely 'look at her with admiration'.

From the first day she moved into the Pang family, Zhang Ning said: "The amount promised by the Pang family cannot be less. Otherwise, she cannot guarantee whether the child will be born normally." Pang Qingtian nodded.

, what does money mean to him? With his current net worth, money is just a number. The key is, judging from his many years of experience in seeing countless people, Pang Feng might really stay for him.

He has a grandson.

Now, what worries Pang Qingtian the most is actually another thing. Since he last saw Lin Jinghao, he has not been able to get a good sleep again. Lin Jinghao looks too much like a person who scares him.

Didn't this person disappear a long time ago? Why did he suddenly appear again? Could it be that his son found him...

Pang Qingtian immediately called the housekeeper and ordered him to check the details of the new police station director. It didn't matter. The results of the investigation made him even more troubled.

"Is he really Lin Jinrong's son?" Pang Qingtian asked the housekeeper three times in a row, unwilling to believe it.

"Yes, sir, we have confirmed it again and again. However, it is said that the relationship between him and his father has not been very good, so he has never returned home while serving as a soldier for more than ten years. Now, he has just changed his career.

He was assigned to be the chief of the police station here, so he probably doesn't know about you and his father."

"Well," Pang Qingtian snorted. In fact, he could tell from Lin Jinghao's expression that Lin Jinghao probably just appeared here by chance. However, his coincidental appearance still became a concern in his heart.

A thorn.

"Master, do you still want the painter you hired for the young master?"

"Yes, why not? Let him paint a good portrait of Feng'er. I will hang it in his child's room in the future and let him watch his child being born." Pang Qingtian retracted his thoughts.

I just hope that what he fears will never happen.

The weather in the mountainous area is always so fresh, and it is simply a paradise for morning joggers. However, what Lin Jinghao did not expect was that he would meet Xia Mingyue during his morning jog. Xia Mingyue, wearing a small sports vest, had a solid figure

It's so hot. After being soaked with sweat, her curves are even more exposed, making people afraid to look directly at her.

The two of them passed each other and said hello. Lin Jinghao actually forgot what he should say for a moment and could only look back at Xia Mingyue who was walking away.

He hesitated to speak, then lowered his head and continued running forward.

Unknowingly, Lin Jinghao ran to the boundary between yin and yang again. Far away, at the place where he saw Zhang Jing last time, there was a figure shaking slightly. Lin Jinghao couldn't help being surprised, and he unconsciously slowed down.

.'Did I see the soul of the deceased again?' However, the place where the figure stood this time was the realm of the 'living'.

Lin Jinghao slowly approached, and this time he could see clearly that this was a man holding a paintbrush, and there was an easel in front of him. He should be a painter who came to the mountains to collect scenery. The painter seemed to have discovered him,

He turned his head slightly and glanced at Lin Jinghao, then returned his gaze to his canvas.

The scenery in the mountains is very beautiful. With the development of tourism, some "style collectors" have slowly appeared in recent years. However, they are usually on the other side of the mountain. Those who come here specifically to the Yin and Yang Realm can hardly see it.

Because there is thick fog here all year round, there is no scenery to paint at all.

Lin Jinghao, who was getting closer, took a look at this man with long hair and not much trimming. He was wearing a black wrinkled windbreaker and black casual sneakers that were not even tied with shoelaces, giving him a sloppy look.

He looked slovenly, with a stubble on his face. It looked like he had gone out in a panic early in the morning before he had time to clean himself up. There was no expression on his not-so-handsome face, and his eyes were expressionless.

How come his bright eyes, under the wide-rimmed black-framed glasses, are like a pair of candles about to be extinguished in the dark night.

"Excuse me, what kind of flower are you painting?" Lin Jinghao has always had an inexplicable sense of respect for artists.

On the canvas with a pure black background, there is a crystal clear white flower painted on it. The crystal-white figure and the slightly drooping flower grow singly on the top of the flower tip. From the shape, it looks like a low flower.

The morning glory with its head.

"By the way, have you ever seen this kind of flower in the mountains?" The painter looked back at Lin Jinghao and asked.

"This kind of flower? It seems that I have never seen it before." In Lin Jinghao's mind, this kind of flower did not exist.

"This kind of flower is called crystal orchid, also known as the 'flower of death'. It is a very rare flower. Its appearance is very unique. It will appear white light at night, which looks very scary. Moreover, it also

It is called the ghost flower. There is also a legend that it can bring people back to life, but no one who went to pick it could pick it back alive. I heard that there is one in this mountain. Unfortunately, I looked for it.

I haven’t seen him in such a long time.”

"Crystal orchid? Such a beautiful flower, such a terrifying name!" Lin Jinghao sighed as he looked at the flowers on the canvas.

"Yes, most painters like to paint beautiful things in the world. In fact, many things that come to the underworld are really worth painting." The painter seemed to sigh secretly when he said this.

"I am Yin Jie, known as the 'Death Painter', and you are my first audience here." Yin Jie finally put down his brush and extended his right hand towards Lin Jinghao.

"Lin Jinghao, police officer from Qingshan Town Police Station, you are the first painter I know." Lin Jinghao happily extended his hand. He had long wanted to meet such an "artistic" friend.

"Are you a policeman? Great, my personal safety is guaranteed here.

"Yin Jie said cheerfully.

Through the conversation with Yin Jie, Lin Jinghao learned that Yin Jie is actually a different kind of painter, which can also be said to be an opportunistic painter.

He graduated from a formal art academy and was once known as one of the most promising graduates. However, when he entered the society, he was repeatedly frustrated because there were too many competitors in the traditional painting method, and he himself was too

I was too paranoid, so in the end I couldn't stand failure and even embarked on the road of suicide.

Who knows, when he woke up from the emergency room, he seemed to have realized the true meaning of life. From then on, he began to change his painting style, specializing in painting things that people dare not paint, wandering between the yin and yang worlds, in his words

: 'Only when a person dies once can he know how to cherish his future life.' Who knew that this style of painting was very popular. Many people who like alternative styles bought his paintings and hung them in their homes, or felt nostalgic about them.

His deceased relatives may constantly remind him that death does not represent the end, but represents rebirth. This also allowed him to carve out an artistic path of his own.

Due to the limited time in the morning, Lin Jinghao didn't have much time to talk to him. The two said goodbye in a hurry, leaving each other's phone number and making an appointment to meet again when they were free.

As soon as he returned to the police station, Pei Feng came up to him and said, "Lin, do you know that the Pang family specially invited a painter to paint a 'underworld painting' for Mr. Pang?"

"What's the matter?"

"Is this considered feudal superstition?" Seeing that Lin Jinghao didn't seem to care about his question, Pei Feng followed closely and asked.

"Pei Feng, are you so idle? I'm warning you, the young master of the Pang family has just died. Don't go looking for trouble. Be careful if the Tibetan Mastiff bites you." The instructor heard this and sat down directly behind the table.

He shouted.

"No, his family invited Yin Jie this time. Do you know Yin Jie? He is a person known as the 'Death Painter', and he has become very popular in recent years!" Pei Feng turned around and looked.

He looked at the instructor and said seriously.

"I can't tell, Pei Feng, you are still 'chasing stars', aren't you chasing them on Douyin again?"

Gu Qing walked in, wearing a suitable police uniform on his tall figure, looking neat and dashing.

"Hey, you...you really can't keep up with the trend." Seeing his colleagues making fun of him, Pei Feng could only mutter in a self-deprecating voice.

"Pei Feng, work hard. I'll take you to meet someone after get off work." Seeing Pei Feng's disappointed look, Lin Jinghao said jokingly.

"Who are you meeting? Lin Suo, don't you want to take me on a blind date?" It seems that Pei Feng has been 'cared for' a lot during this period.

"A man is definitely a man you want to meet, a man who is very popular now and likes alternative painting methods."

"Lin Suo, are you going to take me to see Yin Jie?" Pei Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lin Jinghao and asked in disbelief, his mood instantly turning from sadness to joy.

"What? Can't I know a painter?" Lin Jinghao said with a smile.
Chapter completed!