Feng Langqing retorted, "We're in S City now. Has Dad woken up yet? He hasn't, has he? Wasn't that old man obviously lying to you?"

"You're a doctor! Can't you be a little more materialistic? Stop believing in all this superstition."

Feng Yuli listened quietly as he finished rambling, then asked him with unusual calmness, "If there's hope, we have to try, right?"

"Are we really just going to let him lie in the capital forever, a vegetable who will never wake up?"

Feng Langqing was speechless.

“I’ll keep an eye on Father, he’ll be fine. Tell Mother and the other brothers that if they want to see him, they should come to Wanhe Hospital.” With that, Feng Yuli hung up Feng Langqing’s phone without saying another word.

On the other end of the phone, Feng Langqing, who had dyed his hair red, scratched his head in frustration, while a head cautiously peeked in from outside the door.

Feng Langqing's agent, Luo Wei, spoke up: "Brother Qing, it's time to go on stage. Have you taken care of your business?"

"It's all taken care of, I'll be right there." Feng Langqing took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration, and answered loudly.

He casually tossed his phone onto the small round table, straightened his clothes, and got up to leave. The Buddhist amulet hanging around his neck with a red string swayed with his movements: "By the way, after this performance, postpone all business. I need to go to S City."

Luo Wei nodded: "Okay."

He wanted to go and see if S City was truly where his father's life depended.

Feng Yuli hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and then sent a WeChat message to the person whose contact name was "Mother": "I saw Meng Qinian at the S City Hospital; he was holding a child."

Mother:【? 】

Mother: [How old is the child?]

Mother: [Having a child out of wedlock?]

Mother: [His mother's only been gone a short while, and he's already got a child? How did Meng Lei manage him?! No way, I'm buying a ticket back to China right now, and you'd better go and give that little brat a good talking to these next couple of days!]

Feng Yuli: [oK.jpg]

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Unaware of the consequences, Meng Qinian had lunch with Nan Yuanman, and then took the bloated Nan Yuanman for a walk in a nearby park.

Meng Qinian said helplessly, "Why do you always eat so much and so fast? No one is going to take it from you. Eat slower in the future, or you'll get stomach problems."

Nan Yuanman walked with difficulty, her belly protruding. She chuckled at him and said shyly, "I'm used to it."

My grandfather used to be in the military, and he ate very quickly. Under his influence, Nan Yuanman also started eating quickly.

After her grandfather fell ill, Nan Yuanman often went hungry. To prevent the dogs from snatching the food she found, she would stuff the food she got into her stomach as soon as possible.

She only eats a little slower if it's food that's easy to preserve.

There are so many delicious foods in S City, and Nan Yuanman naturally wanted to devour them all. It's just a pity that her belly is too small, and she can't eat too much before she gets stuffed.

Meng Qinian felt a pang of sadness and couldn't help but curse the Jiang family several times in his heart.

"Oh, right." Nan Yuanman took Zhuangzhuang, who was possessing the little wooden figure, out of the bag and put it into Meng Qinian's hand: "Zhuangzhuang is possessing the little wooden figure. If you want it to be a witness, you can call it out."

When Meng Qinian touched the cold, lifeless little wooden figure, her hand trembled, and she almost dropped it. A smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on her face as she hurriedly stuffed Zhuangzhuang back into her small handbag: "No need, my dad has a way of interrogating her."

Nan Yuanman shrugged, said okay, and put Zhuangzhuang back into his bag.

The two took a walk for a while, then turned back home after Jiang Lixuan called them several times in a row.

Meng Qinian clicked his tongue, his displeasure with the Jiang family growing even stronger, but since they were still the head of Nan Yuanman, he could only obediently send them back.

At that time, Jiang Lixuan, who was idly waiting at home for Nan Yuanman to return, received a message on his phone from a subordinate: [Boss, someone came to the studio looking for you, saying he has something you need.]

When Jiang Lixuan saw the message, his brows furrowed. Before he could reply, a new message arrived: "[That person said what he has is related to your sister. If you don't come, you'll definitely regret it later.]"

Jiang Lixuan's pupils contracted slightly. The image of the people he'd sent out today to investigate the events of that year flashed through his mind. After a few seconds of thought, he decisively replied: "Please invite him into the meeting room. I'll be there right away."

After sending the message, Jiang Lixuan sent the address of his studio to Nan Yuanman's watch, asking Meng Qinian to bring the person to the studio. Then he got up, changed his clothes, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

-

After Jiang Lixuan's tendons were severed, he regretfully gave up his dream of becoming an e-sports player and went behind the scenes, using his New Year's money and annual share of company stock to start an e-sports game studio.

Over the years, the studio has won many competitions and achieved some good results, gaining a fairly good reputation in the industry.

He also has many fans who support him online.

The existence of this studio somewhat soothed his inner resentment.

When Jiang Lixuan arrived at the studio, only one young coach was awake; the others were still resting.

After all, playing games is usually done at night and during the day.

"Boss," the coach called out, pointing towards the reception room, "I've invited the person inside, but... he doesn't seem like a good person. Would you like me to accompany you in?"

"No need." Jiang Lixuan unbuttoned his shirt and took a deep breath. "I'll go in myself."

The coach nodded: "Okay, I'll be right outside. Just call me if you need anything."

After mentally preparing himself, Jiang Lixuan pushed open the door to the reception room. He thought that the people he had sent out today had made a move, but to his surprise, sitting in the reception room was a burly stranger with tattoos on his arms.

The burly man saw him and flashed a perfect eight-tooth smile: "You must be Jiang Lixuan, the fifth young master of the Jiang family?"

"I heard that you dote on your younger sister, Jiang Yueyao, the most? Then you must be very interested in this thing I have in my hand."

As he spoke, his rough, yellow-stained hand placed a small USB drive on the table and pushed it toward him.

Jiang Lixuan was taken aback by the big man's directness. He narrowed his eyes, looked the big man up and down for a few seconds, and then asked the coach to bring in a laptop and plugged in the USB drive on the table.

When the USB drive was opened, it contained only an audio file.

Jiang Lixuan clicked on the audio without any suspicion. After a few crackling sounds, a sweet female voice that he was very familiar with came from the computer: "...I know you've disliked Jiang Lixuan for a long time. I'll give you 100,000 yuan to help me put on a show."

"After school, I'll help you lure Jiang Lixuan to a convenient place to strike, so you can do it without any pressure. But I have one condition: if a girl named Bai Wenying goes to save him, you have to cripple her hand too..."

Jiang Lixuan's pupils contracted sharply, and his mind went blank as if he had been hit on the head with a club.

This... isn't this Jiang Yueyao's voice?