Jiang Juncheng came to Wanhe Hospital on a whim today.
When he was preparing to sign the contract in the morning, his assistant found out that the real head of the Feng family had been transferred from Beijing to Wanhe Hospital in S City.
As the host family of S City, the Jiang family should visit them.
However, if he went to Wanhe Hospital, he would have to come home later, so he made a special phone call to Jiang Xinxin before heading to the hospital.
Therefore, when Nan Yuanman appeared here, Jiang Juncheng naturally assumed that she had overheard Jiang Xinxin's conversation with him and had deliberately come here to intercept him.
The reason is quite simple: I just wanted to leave a good impression on him.
Or maybe they're taking advantage of Xinxin's guilty conscience and trying to act cute in front of him beforehand.
Regardless of the reason, Kang Jun-seung found it disgusting.
Nan Yuanman covered her swollen forehead with her short, chubby hands, looking at him blankly: "Who are you?"
Jiang Juncheng sneered, "What are you pretending for? You deliberately bumped into my leg, and you still don't recognize me?"
Nan Yuanman's chubby, round face scrunched up. He took several steps back and said very seriously, "Uncle, I really don't know you. I didn't mean to bump into your leg, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Juncheng interrupted her impatiently: "Alright, I don't have time to listen to your long-winded rant. You and your daughter are exactly the same, both with malicious intentions."
"Even if you come to me beforehand to try and win my favor, I will not let you get away with bullying Xinxin."
Feng Yuli, who had just caught up with Nan Yuanman, happened to hear Jiang Juncheng's words. The smile that was always on his face immediately faded, and his eyes turned cold.
He strode forward, stretched out his long arm, and lifted Nan Yuanman from the ground with one hand. He raised his narrow phoenix eyes and said coldly, "Where did this idiot come from, spouting nonsense at my child?"
Suddenly being picked up and held protectively in someone's arms, Nan Yuanman's small face froze slightly.
Jiang Juncheng frowned, his expression grim. He was about to question them when he saw Feng Yuli holding Nan Yuanman. His cold expression instantly turned to astonishment: "You... Young Master Feng?!"
Feng Yuli's face is particularly famous in high society circles. Besides being good-looking, he is also known for being too rebellious and reckless.
Before he became Doctors Without Borders, he was the leader of the second generation, and no one was afraid of him.
Jiang Juncheng realized that if the head of the Feng family were to transfer to Wanhe Hospital, Feng Yuli, being the only one in the Feng family who studied medicine, would definitely follow.
only……
He looked at Nan Yuanman, who was being held in Feng Yuli's arms. When did Feng Yuli meet Nan Yuanman? The two seemed quite familiar with each other...
Feng Yuli narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked him up and down: "Who are you?"
"I am Jiang Juncheng, president of Dongsheng Limited Group. We recently had a collaboration with the Feng Group. I learned that Mr. Feng is recuperating here, so I came here to visit him."
Jiang Juncheng unconsciously put on a smile and began to explain.
"Also, Young Master Feng, the girl you're holding is my niece. Her character has been somewhat corrupted by her mother's upbringing, so don't be fooled by her."
Upon hearing this, Nan Yuanman's chubby face instantly darkened, and she angrily yelled in her childish voice, "You're the one who wasn't raised well by Mom! You started swearing at me for no reason the moment we met, and now you're talking about my mom! You've gone too far! You have no manners! You, you! #￥@%@..."
In the end, Nam Man-yuen even switched to the village dialect and cursed Kang Joon-seung in a string of gibberish.
Feng Yuli couldn't understand, but judging from the girl's flushed face, he knew she was probably swearing venomously.
He touched his nose, and with his large, well-defined fingers, he gently covered Nan Yuanman's small mouth, coaxing her softly, "Alright, alright, little girl, don't swear."
After appeasing Nan Yuanman, he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Juncheng, who couldn't maintain his composure, with a half-smile: "Mr. Jiang, aren't you being a bit biased? I think the young lady's character is fine, but you..."
"This harsh and arrogant attitude toward a five-year-old child was an eye-opener for me."
He tilted his head slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Is this the kind of person the richest man in S City painstakingly groomed as his successor?"
In Jiang Juncheng's mind, Feng Yuli would develop a bad impression of Nan Yuanman because of his words. After all, he was Nan Yuanman's uncle and the person closest to her, so his words had a certain degree of credibility.
But he never expected that Feng Yuli would protect her with all his might.
He immediately looked embarrassed, realizing that his attitude towards Nan Yuanman had indeed been rather harsh, and quickly tried to make amends: "I wasn't targeting her, it's just that she often bullies my younger sister at home..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yuli interrupted him: "Oh~ so it's because there are other children in the family. You adults are biased! I understand!"
Jiang Juncheng was even more embarrassed: "That's not true..."
He chose not to confront Feng Yuli directly, and instead looked at Nan Yuanman, took a deep breath, tried to be more amiable, and said decisively: "Yuanman, I'm sorry, Uncle went too far just now, I apologize to you now."
Nan Yuanman puffed up her cheeks in anger, just like an angry bird: "I don't accept your apology!"
Anyone who insults a mother is unforgivable!
Jiang Juncheng, having lost face, looked rather displeased: "You child..."
"Honest and brave good girl." Feng Yuli smiled and ruffled Nan Yuanman's hair, praising her generously.
Nan Yuanman's pouty little face froze for a moment. She raised her hand to touch her head, carefully stole a glance at Feng Yuli, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.
This older brother... has such warm hands.
Feng Yuli smiled and said to Jiang Juncheng, "Mr. Jiang, my father is recuperating and it is inconvenient for him to see people. We appreciate your kindness, please go back."
"Oh right, I feel a connection with this child. Let her stay with me for a while, and I'll safely take her back to the Jiang family tonight."
After saying that, he nodded politely, and without waiting for Jiang Juncheng to speak, he picked up Nan Yuanman and turned to walk towards his father's ward.
Now is the perfect opportunity for Nanmanyuan to meet her father! If not now, when?
Jiang Juncheng's face turned pale and then red as he was being teased by Feng Yuli. His assistant, who was following behind him, looked up at the sky and the ground but not at him, pretending to be a block of wood and that he hadn't seen or heard anything.
Jiang Juncheng took a few deep breaths, raised his hand and pinched his slightly aching nose, suppressing his dissatisfaction with Nan Yuanman: "Let's go back to the Jiang family."
He paused slightly and instructed his assistant, "Go and find out how Nan Yuanman got involved with this guy from the Feng family."
Assistant: "Yes."
Nan Yuanman, perched on Feng Yuli's shoulder, stared at Jiang Juncheng's retreating figure, angrily pulled Zhuangzhuang out of her bag, and threw it on the ground...
After doing all this, she casually snuggled back into Feng Yuli's arms, unable to resist stealing glances at him.
Feng Yuli sensed the intense gaze of the little one in his arms, looked down at her, and raised a slight brow with his narrow eyes: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Nan Yuanman was unusually embarrassed. She wiggled her little bottom, blushed, and said shyly in a low voice, "Thank you for earlier."
This is praise from people other than her grandfather!
Not only did they praise her, but they also defended her in front of that annoying guy from the Jiang family, which warmed the girl's heart.
The child, who hadn't been treated well in a long time, cherished this small act of kindness immensely.
She pinched and kneaded the hem of her clothes with her chubby little hands: "Um, I... I don't know how to thank you. Do your family members need a coffin? I'll make one for you myself!"
Feng Yuli felt both sorry for him and amused: "Thank you, but I don't need it for now."
Although his father was in a coma, it seemed he could live for a while longer.
Suddenly, the old Taoist priest's words flashed through Feng Yuli's mind. He paused slightly and slowly looked at Nan Yuanman: "However, I do have something I'd like to ask you for a favor."
Could this little brat be the old man's lifeline that the old Taoist priest spoke of?
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