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Chapter 210 - 208 Contact Information

Chapter 210: Chapter 208 Contact Information

"At the same time, I’m also grateful to have met Mr. Nan... It really is wonderful."

"But at the same time, I can’t help but wonder... why is ’Chen Jie’s’ outcome different from mine?"

As she spoke, Chen Ting’s eyes unexpectedly reddened, entering a certain level of empathy.

And the object of her empathy was Chen Jie, who now only existed in the files.

Xia Tian pursed her lips, seemingly wanting to say something.

But at that moment, it seemed that any words of comfort were inappropriate.

"The reason Chen Jie’s ending is different from mine," Chen Ting slowly concluded, "is because of that Lin surname tutor Mr. Nan had in the past."

"He not only harmed Chen Jie but almost harmed Mr. Nan—no, he did harm him, it’s just that Mr. Nan was somewhat special." Chen Ting said through gritted teeth, red-eyed, "He is a bad person."

Xia Tian nodded in shared anger.

"After thinking about all this, I also thought of the Mr. Li that Mr. Nan is now treating," Chen Ting paused. "He’s already very lucky to have met someone as good as Mr. Nan."

The young girl spoke with such firmness and strength: "Therefore, I hope he can also have a fortunate ending like mine."

Having been drenched in the rain herself, she hoped to hold up an umbrella for others.

Xia Tian pursed her lips but said nothing.

She thought for a moment and only vigorously rubbed Chen Ting’s hand.

Then noticed that the delicate fingers had somehow clenched into a fist.

It was at this moment that Chen Ting’s phone suddenly rang.

Her hand, having formed almost a muscle memory, instantly transformed into a blur, pressing the answer button: "Hello? Is this Mr. Chen?"

There was some sound on the other end that Xia Tian couldn’t make out.

But Xia Tian could see Chen Ting’s face gradually becoming more excited.

"Ah... that’s wonderful, thank you!"

Chen Ting couldn’t help but raise her voice, covering her mouth the next moment.

Then she immediately grabbed a pen, listening to the voice from the other side, writing something down.

After everything was done, she began to wait with joy.

When the clock on the wall ticked into another small segment.

"Click," the door to the consulting room opened.

First, a visitor who seemed as if baptized, looking completely different from when they had entered, walked out.

After the visitor left the mental health center, Nan Zhubin slowly strolled out.

He looked up and saw a slightly apprehensive but excited Chen Ting.

The young girl lowered her voice: "Mr. Nan, I got the contact information of the person you’re currently dealing with in that case... I thought you might need it!"

...

Nan Zhubin squinted slightly, pausing for a moment.

With his abilities, he could easily discern Chen Ting’s current emotions.

—There was the joy of completed tasks, and the expectation of praise.

But more so, a form of anxiety and apprehension.

Nan Zhubin could be certain that if his silence lasted more than ten breaths, the young girl before him would definitely lower her head and start apologizing to him.

He had many questions in his mind.

First of all, how did Chen Ting know about the case Nan Zhubin was currently working on, and how did she know that Nan Zhubin needed, or possibly needed, Li Minglu’s contact information?

This question had many possibilities.

Perhaps through her father, who needed to curry favor with Howard, or the idle chat of the center’s responsible teacher, or even possibly she eavesdropped on Nan Zhubin’s recent conversation with Weng Pinting just outside the consulting room.

Aside from this, he had many other conjectures.

Nan Zhubin pursed his lips.

But in the end, he chose to bypass this question.

"How did you do it?" Nan Zhubin didn’t reveal much surprise, but he did raise his mouth slightly, asking Chen Ting in a gentle tone.

Visibly—or at least visible to Nan Zhubin’s eyes.

The negative emotions on Chen Ting suddenly retreated, those apprehensions and anxieties vanished without a trace.

However, Chen Ting restrained those positive emotions as well, not letting them burst forth.

She merely suppressed a grin: "My current elective courses have some related to aesthetics, and the faculty includes teachers from the art college; I also have friends in the art academy, each with their own mentors—these are all related individuals I contacted."

This type of explanation served to credit herself, effectively soothing Chen Ting’s emotions, causing her words to inadvertently quicken.

"Mr. Nan, you know that I study law. I said I was currently researching cases related to art, rights of artists, and painting copyrights to gain industry insights from related professionals."

"The teachers are generally tolerant of students’ exercises, using this as an excuse, I got the names of several outstanding art college graduates, including the one you’re handling now."

"Then, I was able to logically target him to obtain his contact details."

Saying this, the young girl offered the note with both hands: "This is it."

Nan Zhubin didn’t let Chen Ting’s hands hang in mid-air for too long, taking it at a pace that was neither slow nor fast.

"Thank you, you’ve been a great help."

Just this one sentence, with no further praise or thanks.

"But next time, if something like this ever happens again, you must let me know—okay?"

Chen Ting nodded forcefully.

...

Originally, Nan Zhubin planned to get Li Minglu’s contact information through his mentor, who now is the dean of the art school.

However, on further reflection, a Plan B might indeed be necessary.

After all, contacting a dean, with Nan Zhubin’s status, he would certainly have to introduce himself if he called.

But given Nan Zhubin’s current reputation and past experiences, it was hard to ensure if the other party wouldn’t overthink.

The difficulty lies in the fact that Nan Zhubin couldn’t get straight to the point and say, "Lin Lulin has issues, your student is now in some danger, and I’m currently his consultant, seeking to help him properly."

After all, Lin Lulin is also a professor at the school, and the dean previously entrusted his disciple to him.

If Nan Zhubin were to convey such a message upon connecting the call, it’s hard to guarantee that Li Minglu’s teacher wouldn’t immediately contact Lin Lulin and disclose him.

Stirring the grass to alert the snake requires moderation; with one reckless move, one might really get bitten by a venomous snake.

From this perspective, Chen Ting indeed saved Nan Zhubin considerable trouble.

Moreover, her approach was reasonably appropriate.

"Li Minglu..."

Nan Zhubin silently mouthed the name of his visitor and turned back into the consulting room.

He still had consultations later and couldn’t predict how long the contact with Li Minglu would take.

It would be better to call later.