Chapter 52 Breaking Faith

He was silent, then quickly pushed his wheelchair over and said, "Little girl, you are being very arrogant. You should be responsible for what you say."

"I didn't say anything nonsense. I am willing to take full responsibility for what I said." An Yan told him calmly.

I heard him say, "A fortune teller told me I'd be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I never had a chance to stand up. I've consulted many doctors, but nothing helped."

"Our fate is calculated, not created by ourselves. I don't believe in fortune tellers, I only believe in myself." An Yan told him calmly.

Although she was still a very young girl, she displayed confidence and an aura of being calm and composed in the face of honor or disgrace that many people did not have. The old man thought he had seen countless people, but this was the first time he had met such a person.

An Yan said, "Originally, I could have chosen not to come, but I came because you have done me a favor. Otherwise, you might not have been able to invite me."

"Your father?" The old man was a little confused.

"He used to work a lot as a street vendor. He was very hard-working. He told me that there was an old man in a wheelchair who always helped him buy up all the last items. There was a wooden carved yellow bird on that man's wheelchair, exactly like yours."

The old man really had no impression of it. He had never expected there to be such a story.

An Yan said again: "I can heal your legs, and I can make you feel it right away. Do you want to try it?"

"If that's the case, then I'll have to doubt my faith." There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

An Yan walked to the coffee table and took out the golden needle.

I heard the old man say, "The Eighteen Targets of Tianmen are ineffective against me."

"It's the Thirty-Six Needles of Tianmen. That one is too low-level." An Yan said as she lifted the blanket on the old man's legs and then started to give him acupuncture on his legs.

Five minutes passed.

The old man suddenly said happily: "I feel hot."

"That's because the blood circulation has started." An Yan told him, and then said to him, "Your leg can't be rushed. It needs to be repaired slowly. It will take some time."

"How did you do it? Why can't others do it, but you can?"

"So, are you starting to doubt the fortune teller's words now?" An Yan asked him.

He didn't speak.

But An Yan knew he had to waver, because his legs, which had been numb for so many years, finally regained feeling, and he began to believe that he could stand up again. He said, "I take back what I said just now."

"Of course you have to take it back, otherwise who will help you treat your leg?" An Yan smiled.

"As long as you can heal my leg, I can agree to all your requests as long as it is within my ability." His tone has become humble, no longer as aggressive as at the beginning.

"Why do you want to chase me away?" An Yan was still a little curious.

"Oh, it's also because of the fortune teller that I'm still worried."

"How tiring your life must be, always listening to the fortune teller." An Yan felt a little sympathetic towards him, thinking that he had spent half his life bound by these things.

"A lot of times, you have to trust fate, don't you?"

"As a person, it is best to trust yourself." An Yan had packed up her things and was ready to leave.

The old man quickly asked her to stay and said, "I have been living here. You can come here to find me. Besides, I want to give you some rewards."

"Don't worry, it's not too late to give it to you after you can stand up." An Yan said and strode away. She wanted to go home quickly so as not to worry her family.

She got into a taxi and saw that it was Mrs. Li calling. She said, "Yanyan, are you home yet?"

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"I'm really sorry about what happened today. Please don't take it to heart." Mrs. Li still felt that she should apologize to her.

"This is not your fault, I understand." An Yan hung up the phone after she finished speaking. She looked out the window and saw a row of real estate agencies. The rest were closed, and only one had the lights on, and the person working inside was Xiaohua.

An Yan asked the driver to stop, then got out of the car and went to find her.

Xiaohua was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you here? Did you come to see me?"

"Why are you still working? Everyone else has already left."

"My performance is not good, so I have to work harder." Xiaohua felt a little embarrassed.

"How many houses have been sold?" An Yan asked.

"I could have sold a few units, but for some reason, I never succeeded. It turned out that my colleagues had already contacted me about those units, so they were not counted in my account." Xiaohua sighed. She felt that her luck was really bad.

But An Yan was a little confused and asked, "Really? How many sets in a row are like this?"

"Yes." Xiaohua nodded.

An Yan didn't say anything more about this matter first, and said to her: "I want to buy a house recently. Can you help me look for a two-story villa with a large yard?"

"Okay, I'll help you find it right away."

"No need now, go home first, it's very late."

Xiaohua nodded and said, "Okay, I'll turn off the lights and go home too."

"I haven't seen you come to see me. If you have something to do, come to me. We can have dinner or go shopping together." An Yan watched her close the door.

"Okay, I've got it. I'll come to you after I pick out a suitable house." Xiaohua seemed to be in high spirits. She was really happy in her heart. Finally, a business was willing to come to her on its own initiative. Of course, she wanted to do her best to do it well.

An Yan nodded, thinking that it was time to find the most famous designer in the country. She had recently looked up some relevant information and heard that he would go to a place for vacation during this time every year.

She decided to go there and find him herself.

But in fact, the place was very heavily guarded, with gates and walls built very high, so it was almost impossible to see who was inside. There were also no buildings nearby, and no one lived there.

I heard that the design of this villa won a big award, and many wealthy businessmen still want to buy it, but unfortunately the owner doesn't want to sell it.

An Yan rang the doorbell and saw a man who looked like a housekeeper come to open the door. He said, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"I want to find the owner of this house."

"The master is not at home."

"I heard he would come here for vacation around this time."

"Where did you hear that? It's a rumor." The housekeeper's tone was very formal and he asked her to leave quickly.

An Yan stood not far from the house and saw that a car drove past and drove into the door. Maybe it was the owner's car, so she wanted to meet him.

It's not difficult to climb over the wall, but it's not very ethical. I heard that he wanted someone to design a wedding ring, but no one had met his requirements. She could use this method to get close to him, or make a deal with him.

(End of this chapter)