When Su Hao couldn't find Tu Du at lunchtime, he knew something was wrong. He went to inquire about Fu Mingle and the others, and sure enough, they weren't there. He was frantic, but he didn't dare tell the teacher. He knew Fu Mingle and his friends' personalities too well. If they found out he was the one who complained, they would definitely beat him up too. His family consisted of only his blind mother, who was poor and powerless. Even their place of residence was provided by the neighborhood committee. They called it a few yuan a month for rent, but in reality, it was a donation from the neighborhood committee. They only charged a little money to avoid hurting their pride. The director of the neighborhood committee was a member of the Fu family, and they couldn't afford to offend him. If anything happened to them, they would be homeless. He wouldn't be a problem, but his mother's health couldn't take it.
When Yuan Zhuan found Su Hao, he discovered that Su Hao was crouching down and hiding in the evergreen flower bed under the back window of the principal's office.
"Su Hao." This child doesn't seem to be very bright.
Whether she shouted or not, she was going to scare the little kid to death, so to save time, she shouted.
Sure enough, Su Hao covered his mouth and jumped up on the spot, like a kangaroo, his heels landing as he tried to run away, his head down, not daring to look at the person who came up.
He grabbed Su Hao by the collar and said, "Su Hao, Tu Du asked me to ask you for a favor."
Even after Yuan Zhuan left, Su Hao was still in a state of shock. Knowing his friend was in the hospital only increased his worry. But this little girl was taller than him, a sixth grader—wasn't that a bit exaggerated? She was a girl, after all. Su Hao's focus was strangely focused.
It was just a minor incident, and Yuan Zhuan didn't take it seriously. However, as Wei Ding said, even if you do a good deed, you have to clean up the mess, otherwise it seems no different from aiding and abetting evil.
Fu Quan was surprised that Yuan Zhuan would come to him, and happily invited him into the house.
"Fu Jiu?" Fu Quan felt a strange sense of familiarity upon hearing the name Yuan Zhuan mentioned.
“Master, it’s Uncle Fu Jiu, from a branch of the Fu family. He’s in charge of the coal mine in Beiyu.” The confidant stepped forward to remind his master when he saw that he didn’t remember who it was. “His youngest son is named Fu Mingle. He goes to school with our benefactor, Master Fu.”
"Ah? Oh! I know." Fu Quan suddenly remembered this forgotten figure.
"The person you're talking about is my distant uncle, who's currently in charge of our family's coal mine. Did he offend you?"
"Make his son and his cronies drop out of Beiyu. If his character doesn't improve, he's not allowed to go back to school." Yuan Zhuan was blunt, not even bothering to explain why.
At such a young age, he doesn't know his own strength and can't even control his actions. Given this, expulsion is the lightest punishment; if he causes trouble again, it won't be so easy. If it weren't for discovering the slight connection between Fu Mingle and Fu Quan, Yuan Zhuan's cleanup work would have been far too rough.
Fu Quan then understood that Fu Mingle had bumped into Yuan Zhuan's leg.
"Okay, don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Where is Fu Dong?
"He's awake. I have to thank you for this. If it weren't for you, the main branch of the Fu family would have ended with me." Fu Quan's eyes reddened again when he mentioned his son, and he looked at Yuan Zhuan with gratitude.
The Fu family is now living in seclusion in a remote corner of the country. They have been retired for more than ten years. It was thought that they were about to fall apart. Who would have thought that he could find hope again in his old age? He is not old yet. If he supports Dongdong for another ten years or so, Dongdong will be able to stand on his own, and he can rest assured.
He was truly convinced of Yuan Zhuan's abilities.
In all the years he'd been searching for his child, he'd seen countless strange people and events, but Yuan Zhuan was the only one like him.
It is a blessing for his ancestors that he was able to meet such a truly great person!
“I plan to take him back to our ancestral home for a month or so after he has recovered, so that he can formally receive family training.”
"Take me to see him."
Yuan Zhuan and Fu Dong's first meeting was marked by silence.
The boy, now a young man, was thin and bony. He sat in a wheelchair, silently looking out the window. His back view was lonely and desolate, as if he had become a world unto himself, isolated from his surroundings.
Twenty years of imprisonment, from age eight to twenty-eight, being used as a blood bank and organ donor—the fact that he can sit here unharmed without going insane is astonishingly remarkable.
"Fu Dong," Yuan Zhuan called out, but the person being called did not respond.
Fu Quan said somewhat embarrassedly, "He's been like this since he woke up, not saying much. The doctor said he has some psychological trauma, and it will heal naturally over time. He's not deliberately not responding."
"You all go out, I want to talk to him."
Fu Quan agreed without hesitation; if Yuan Zhuan wanted to harm his son, he wouldn't have saved him at all.
Once the door was closed, Yuan Zhuan flicked his finger, and a wisp of Yin energy trapped the entire space, also cutting off the sound.
“Fu Dong, I am Yuan Zhuan.” Yuan Zhuan turned her wheelchair around as she walked to Fu Dong’s side, forcing Fu Dong to meet her gaze.
Fu Dong looked at the unfamiliar face without saying a word, but his dark pupils reflected some anger, clearly Yuan Zhuan's actions had taken his by surprise.
“Fu Dong, I am a feng shui master, a disciple of the Xuanyuan lineage, a family tradition. This time, it was only because your father knelt down and begged me that you had the opportunity to be found.”
The annoyance in Fu Dong's eyes dissipated, and his surprise was immediately apparent.
Looking at Yuan Zhuan, waiting for what he would say next.
"Your father, Fu Quan, has at most three years left to live."
Fu Dong could remain silent after the previous sentence, but he could no longer remain silent after this one.
"What did you say?" The rough voice was filled with disbelief and furious anger at being offended!
"As I said, I am a feng shui master, and face reading is just one of the simplest family skills I have learned."
Perhaps it was Yuan Zhuan's directness that brought tears to Fu Dong's eyes, which then welled up with tears. "Why?" His mother was gone, and now even his father was leaving? What was the point of him coming back alive?
“Fu Dong, your family needs you, so you don’t have time to hide in a comfortable world. I believe that with your understanding, three years is enough time for you to take control of everything and find out the maggots in your family.” Most importantly, everything the Fu family currently has can help her gain a foothold in this world.
"Is my trouble related to my clan?" Fu Dongzhi hit the nail on the head.
"Yes. So you must hurry, while your father is still alive." Putting someone in a life-or-death situation applies.
Yuan Zhuan is gone.
Fu Dong stood up from his wheelchair.
Fu Quan stared blankly at his tall son standing in front of him. How could he suddenly be able to walk? And even talk to him?
"Dad, please hire a tutor for me. I need to finish all my studies within a year and take the college entrance exam next year. Also, I need a mentor, the kind who's willing to risk his life for me."
Old Jin watched as his master returned to his room and cried like a child while holding his wife's photo. He wiped away his own tears as well. His master had endured so much all these years alone, it had truly been incredibly difficult for him.
Now everything's alright, the young master is back, and he's so powerful!
The Fu family is saved!
Its birth is just around the corner!
Those despicable fellows, the master will personally and cleanly deal with them one by one.
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