Cheng Rongrong hurried home with an expression of uncontrollable joy on her face, and couldn't wait to go home.
"Dad! Dad!" Her voice arrived before she did, and the clear voice echoed in the yard.
Cheng Shuwen was sitting in the main room with a book in his hands. When he heard his daughter's voice, he raised his head with a loving smile on his face.
"Rongrong, what are you so happy about?" he asked, putting down the book.
Cheng Rongrong ran to Cheng Shuwen and said excitedly, "Dad, I have good news for you! Song Zhe, Song Zhe can walk now!"
Cheng Shuwen was stunned, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". He stood up suddenly and grabbed Cheng Rongrong's arm with amazing strength. He asked anxiously, "What did you say? Song Zhe can walk? Are you sure?"
"Oh, Dad, you're scratching me!" Cheng Rongrong cried out in pain, but then said with a beaming expression, "Sister Song Zhe said it. Aunt Song was there at the time, so how could it be false?"
Cheng Shuwen's eyes sparkled with ecstasy. He paced back and forth, muttering to himself, "Great, great! God bless you!"
Suddenly, he stopped and said to Cheng Rongrong, "Come on, Rongrong, get the car ready! I'm going to the Song family!"
"Dad, what are you doing..." Cheng Rongrong was a little surprised. She didn't expect her father to be so excited.
"What are you still standing there for? Go quickly!" Cheng Shuwen urged, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty.
"Oh, okay, I'll go right away!" Cheng Rongrong did not dare to delay and ran out quickly.
Cheng Shuwen looked at his daughter's cheerful back. His hands, which were already shaking with excitement, were now clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.
Song Zhe, ah Song Zhe, that was his most proud disciple. If that incident hadn't happened last year, Song Zhe... Alas!
Cheng Shuwen sighed, but then his weather-beaten face bloomed with irrepressible ecstasy.
He can walk! Song Zhe can walk! This is such a great joy! He slapped his thigh and turned around twice, the fire in his heart making him feel uneasy.
Can the marriage between his daughter and Song Zhe still continue?
Cheng Shuwen regretted canceling the engagement. He was afraid it would be difficult now.
"Dad, the carriage and gifts are ready. Shall we set off now?" There was a hint of excitement in Cheng Rongrong's voice as she ran into the house briskly.
Cheng Shuwen snapped back to his senses, his face still etched with unconcealable excitement. He waved his hand, his voice trembling: "Okay! Okay! Let's go! Let's go to the Song family now!"
As he spoke, he strode out with great speed, his feet so fast that there was no trace of his usual elegant demeanor. He wished he could grow wings and fly to the Song family immediately.
Just as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Cheng Rongrong, "Rongrong, go to the warehouse and get the hundred-year-old ginseng. No, I'll go there myself!" After saying that, without waiting for Cheng Rongrong's reaction, he hurried back and went straight to the warehouse.
Cheng Rongrong couldn't help but smile as she watched her father's impulsive expression. It was the first time she had seen her father lose his composure like this. It seemed that Brother Song Zhe's ability to walk had really touched her father deeply.
She was also happy for Song Zhe. After all, he was her former fiancé... Thinking of this, Cheng Rongrong's cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart was beating like a little rabbit.
Cheng Shuwen found the ginseng in the warehouse and muttered, "This century-old ginseng is good. It's very beneficial for restoring vitality. It can calm the mind and nourish the brain. This is it."
He walked out of the warehouse with satisfaction. He saw Cheng Rongrong standing by the carriage waiting for him, and urged her, "Rongrong, what are you still standing there for? Get in the carriage! Let's go now!"
Cheng Rongrong hurried forward, helped her father put the things on the carriage, and then helped him get in.
The carriage started slowly and drove towards the Song family. Cheng Shuwen sat in the carriage, and although he tried to restrain himself, his face was still full of excitement.
His heart was full of anticipation, looking forward to meeting the disciple who was once full of vigor and ambition but now had suffered so much.
The carriage finally stopped at the door of Song Zhe's house. Butler Chen took a step forward and knocked on the closed gate.
"Knock, knock, knock!" The dull knocking sound was particularly clear in the quiet noon.
Inside the house, Chen Xiaoru was leaning against Song Zhe. When she heard the knock on the door, she frowned in confusion, "Who could it be at this time?" She turned to look at Song Zhe and asked softly, "Husband, can I go open the door and see?"
"Well, go ahead." Song Zhe nodded slightly, with a hint of laziness in his voice.
Chen Xiaoru felt relieved. She gently placed the brush, which had been worn out by her and had lost some hair, on the pen holder with a soft "click". She rubbed her aching wrist and walked briskly towards the door, muttering to herself, "Finally, I can take a break. My hand is almost broken from writing. I don't know which kind-hearted person is knocking on the door. What a lifesaver!"
Inside the house, Song Zhe looked at her, as if she had been pardoned, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a doting smile.
He picked up the paper she had just written. The crooked handwriting on it was really not commendable, but he read it with great interest and commented seriously:
"Well, the character '永' is written quite well. It has some strength."
When Chen Xiaoru heard this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and thought:
"You are such a liar! Your handwriting looks like a ghost's scribble. Only you can boast about it."
She walked quickly to the door, opened it and prayed in her heart:
"I hope the person who comes here can stay a little longer so that I can rest my poor hand."
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