Beijing, airport.
The elderly man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, had his silver hair neatly combed and a stern face, exuding an air of authority.
He carried a brown cane and walked at a leisurely pace, with plainclothes bodyguards following closely behind him.
At this moment, the old man behind him stepped in front of him, his voice low but filled with barely concealed joy:
"Master, there's news about the young master."
"Just yesterday, a large number of employees at the company led by Miss Chu revealed that the young master had reappeared at the company after two years."
"They seemed to be very affectionate with Miss Chu, which caused a sensation among the employees."
Xiao Qianshan listened, his face still cold and stern, but the slight squinting in the corner of his eye revealed the change in his inner emotions.
Old He's aged face was filled with joy and excitement, and he quickly asked:
"Master, where do I go next? To see that Miss Chu?"
Xiao Qianshan's eyes were deep and his steps were slow and deliberate.
"Go to Yun Shen Temple."
Nestled in these mountains, a temple stands amidst the deep clouds.
A misty cloud swirled around, resembling a fairyland.
In the simple, quiet, and elegant Zen room, a kind-faced monk in a kasaya sat facing Xiao Qianshan.
He is Xingyun, the abbot of Yunshen Temple.
Holding the antique teacup, Xiao Qianshan took a small sip of the clear tea and gazed at the kind-faced Xingyun across from him, his voice low and languid:
"Thirty years ago, you said that our fate was not yet over, and that I would definitely come to the capital again."
"You were absolutely right."
Nebula lowered her eyes, smiling without saying a word.
Seeing his profound and knowing expression, Xiao Qianshan suddenly asked:
"Since you foresaw my return to the capital years ago, you must already know what I'm here for, right?"
Xingyun, with his weathered features, slightly raised his brows, his long, snow-white eyebrows fluttering slightly, and a complex and unfathomable look appeared in his eyes as he gazed at Xiao Qianshan:
"Compared to what you're after, don't you worry about yourself at all?"
Xiao Qianshan paused for a moment upon hearing this, then smiled nonchalantly, exuding an air of detachment born from having experienced the vicissitudes of life:
"I am nearly ninety years old, and all things in this world are like fleeting clouds."
"I have no other desires besides this one thing."
Amidst the swirling tea steam, Xingyun Gaoshen's gaze flickered slightly, and after a moment, he suddenly chuckled softly:
Life is but a fleeting autumn, and worldly affairs are but a dream.
"With such a broad mind, you will naturally be fearless of everything and fearless of yourself."
Xiao Qianshan's smile faded slightly, his eyes darkening as he said in a deep voice:
"So, is there any hope for what I have accomplished on this trip?"
Nebula remained silent for a moment, his profound gaze fixed on the swirling clouds and the ancient, secluded temple outside, before he slowly spoke:
"Don't be anxious or impatient, proceed step by step, and the scattered duckweed will eventually gather together."
After speaking, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and stared at Xiao Qianshan, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice like a fateful bell, echoing endlessly:
"But he is destined to face a calamity that you must resolve."
Xiao Qianshan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but a faint smile finally appeared on his aged face:
Thank you.
After saying this, he stood up, leaning on his cane, and walked towards the door, his posture as upright and majestic as an ancient pine tree.
Amidst the swirling mist, his low voice rang out, "Take care."
Xingyun stood before the door of the meditation room, his long eyebrows and robe fluttering in the wind, his hands clasped together, and he bowed slightly.
"Take care."
*
Chu Family Old House
At the spacious and grand dining table, the entire Chu family, along with Xiao Wujie and Leng Ruxue, gathered together.
Two years later, Xiao Wujie finally woke up and his consciousness was completely restored. Chu Mingcheng personally came to pick up Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue and brought them to the Chu family's old residence, finally achieving the goal of everyone being present.
"Honey, how can you not eat?"
“You’ve slept for so long, and your body is weak. You should eat well and take good care of yourself.”
To Xiao Wujie's left, Bai Jingxuan looked at him with concern and reached out to pinch his thin, fleshless face.
Xiao Wujie's face was pale, as if he had been ill for a long time, and he chuckled softly:
"Aunt Jing, after sleeping for so long, I can't stand the oily smell of the food for a while."
"It's okay, it should be fine in a while."
Bai Jingxuan's eyes filled with heartache as she complained:
"God is really playing tricks. The glutton who should eat less has a huge appetite, while the precious baby who should eat more can hardly swallow a single grain of rice."
While making sarcastic remarks, his gaze lingered between Chu Nanfeng and Xiao Wujie.
The names "Foolish Darling" and "Pretty Darling" are self-evident.
Chu Nanfeng, who was enjoying a delicious braised chicken foot, suddenly found the chicken foot so sour that he could hardly swallow it.
Perhaps because she hadn't seen Xiao Wujie for so long, Bai Jingxuan had so much to say that she couldn't stop talking:
"Sweetie, you seem a little listless. Didn't you sleep well or are you just tired?"
As Xiao Wujie was secretly supporting his lower back, a blush suddenly appeared on his pale cheeks, and he hastily waved his hand:
"Aunt Jing... I just slept too long and I'm not feeling well. I'm not tired."
Bai Jingxuan looked suspicious, as if she wanted to ask more questions, but Chu Liyue came to her rescue.
She held a fruit knife between her slender fingers, cutting various fruits on the fruit plate into neat and clean small pieces and putting them into a bowl.
"Listen to me, if you can't eat rice, eat less fruit."
"Always going on an empty stomach will only make you lose your appetite more and more."
As she spoke, she pulled Xiao Wujie's chair over and dragged him to her side, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her palms on his abdomen.
This had become almost an instinctive action for her. The image of Xiao Wujie's abdomen covered in blood, with blood gushing out continuously, had become a nightmare for her.
So much so that even when he was awake, she would instinctively protect his abdomen whenever she held him.
Even when she was sleeping with him in her arms, she would wrap her arms around his waist, keeping his body close to hers so that his abdomen was not exposed.
She reached for a blunt-tipped fork, picked up a small piece of fruit from the bowl, and gently brought it to his lips.
Xiao Wujie gave a soft "hmm," then lowered his head and took small bites of the fruit she fed him.
As everyone at the dinner table witnessed this heartwarming scene, tears welled up in their eyes.
Finally, the dark clouds that had been hanging over us for two years began to dissipate, and everything seemed to be getting better.
At the dinner table, the steaming food warmed everyone, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.
At this moment, Chu Liyue's phone, which was placed on the table, vibrated slightly. Chu Liyue put her arm around Xiao Wujie and reached out to pick it up.
Upon seeing the message from Ai Ruoman on the screen, he couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.
Upon seeing this, everyone at the table couldn't help but turn their attention to her.
Bai Jingxuan's eyes were filled with worry as she quickly asked, "Li Yue, what happened?"
Chu Liyue turned off her phone, her eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression. Facing Xiao Wujie's concerned gaze in her arms, she gently rubbed his lower back to comfort him.
He then asked in a deep voice, "Do you know anything about the Xiao family of Lingnan?"
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