Love is about fulfillment.
After Ji Yu finished speaking, he originally thought Zhang Chenglin would directly make arrangements for what followed, but instead heard him objectively comment: "Jealousy can make a person unrecognizable."
Ji Yuxing choked on his words again, remaining silent for a long time before asking, "So what are your plans for the future?"
“I’ll write a letter later and have Xin Jie send it to Shanghai. Don’t worry about this for now.” Zhang Chenglin rubbed his temples before speaking again: “When Sheng Dongsheng and the General Secretary left a while ago, they said that the opening ceremony would be held in Shanghai in mid-January. I won’t be able to go for the time being, so you can go for me.”
"Huh?" Ji Yuxing was taken aback. In the past, he and Zhang Chenglin were not qualified to attend such events, and the annual meeting was usually held in Hainan and other places in a very mysterious manner.
Why did they not only find out this time, but also decide to hold the event in Shanghai?
"After all, we've been working with Lao Tan this year. As a party elder, Lao Tan can't possibly miss the opening ceremony, so we need to accompany him."
"As for why Shanghai... I haven't figured it out yet, or you can ask Sheng Dongsheng."
"Alright." Ji Yuxing got up helplessly and walked out: "Then you should take good care of yourself and wait for me to send a message back."
As soon as Ji Yuxing opened the bedroom door, he saw Xin Jie standing in the doorway with a rather unpleasant expression. He asked, "What's wrong?"
"A tip-off came in," Xin Jie said in a rush, forgetting to even breathe, "Last night, three more Kuomintang members were secretly dealt with by Zhuang Yanbin."
Ji Yuxing paused for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, he immediately turned to look at Zhang Chenglin.
As he expected, Zhang Chenglin's eyes were dark and his expression was very unpleasant, as if he would definitely make Zhuang Yanbin suffer if he were alive.
"name."
Before Ji Yuxing could speak, Zhang Chenglin spoke first in the bedroom, his voice so deep it seemed to drip water.
"Bing Qirui, Xu Chuanning, Yu Yichen."
In the bedroom, Zhang Chenglin's hand, which was under the blanket, clenched tighter and tighter as Xin Jie spoke. These three were Zhang Deyue's most capable assistants when he was alive. Zhang Deyue and Zhang Chenglin often talked about these three when they were chatting.
"Alright, don't worry about this for now. We don't need to deal with him." Zhang Chenglin's voice came from inside the room, carrying a chilling tone that made Xin Jie tremble. "Send me a letter to Shanghai later, and someone will take care of him."
“Okay.” Xin Jie agreed and turned to follow Ji Yuxing outside.
An hour later, Fengyue brought in the medicine that had been brewed. Zhang Chenglin, who had been sleeping, woke up when he heard the sound—even though Fengyue's voice was very soft.
"What's wrong?" Fengyue placed the medicine on the bedside table and asked softly, "Something on your mind?"
Zhang Chenglin turned to look at the bowl of medicine she had placed on the bedside table, then propped himself up to sit up in bed: "Did you brew this yourself?"
"Yes." Seeing him get up, Fengyue quickly brought him the bowl of medicine, smiling as if coaxing a child: "I've worked so hard, shouldn't you do me the honor of drinking it all?"
I originally thought that someone like Zhang Chenglin, who always acts decisively, wouldn't have too much trouble taking medicine.
"I won't drink it." But after hearing Feng Yue's words, he turned his head to the side without any hesitation: "It tastes awful."
Feng Yue watched his slightly arrogant little gesture and chuckled silently, but she had no choice but to coax him, "What medicine isn't bitter?"
"Good medicine tastes bitter, but it's good for the disease."
"I won't drink." Zhang Chenglin completely ignored her words, as if he was determined to argue with her to the end.
“You’ll be 27 by the end of the year,” Feng Yue said helplessly, but her smile didn’t fade in the slightest. “Why are you still acting like a child?”
"Only children can hate taking medicine?" Zhang Chenglin turned to look at her, his brows furrowed deeply.
“Yes!” Fengyue teased him intentionally, and sure enough, he frowned again. Just as he was about to lie back down in bed, Fengyue quickly added, “A 27-year-old can also hate taking medicine.”
Zhang Chenglin abruptly stopped in his tracks as he lay down in bed, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at her again.
Fengyue couldn't help but laugh out loud. Before the man could get angry again, she quickly coaxed him, "Alright, alright, drink your medicine quickly. I'll go out and get you some candy, okay?"
Zhang Chenglin then reached out and took the medicine bowl from Feng Yue's hand, but after glancing down at it, he wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Fengyue found it amusing, and before she could laugh in front of him, she got up and went out to find him some candy.
"I'm not trying to be sarcastic," Ji Ruqiong's voice, clearly teasing, came from outside as soon as Feng Yue left, followed by her figure appearing before them. "So it turns out that Second Young Master Zhang is such a troublesome person who takes medicine so much."
Zhang Chenglin looked up at her, acting as if nothing had happened, as if the person Ji Ruqiong was referring to wasn't him. He put the medicine bowl back on the bedside table and asked, "What are you doing here?"
“I heard you’ve been sick for a long time, so I came to visit you.” Ji Ruqiong didn’t stand on ceremony in front of him. She pulled over the chair that Ji Yuxing had just been sitting in and sat down in front of Zhang Chenglin’s bed to talk to him.
Zhang Chenglin glanced at her and noticed that she looked better than before. He then asked, "Where have you been all this time?"
"At..." Ji Ruqiong had just started to speak when Zhang Chenglin interrupted her again: "Don't even mention your brother's house, Ji Yuxing complains to me eight hundred times a day that he can't see you every day."
Ji Ruqiong: "...You slut."
"How could he betray his only sister like that?!"
Upon hearing Zhang Chenglin's words, Ji Ruqiong was as shocked as if she had witnessed an asteroid hitting the Earth, and wished she could drag Ji Yuxing out and whip his corpse on the spot.
Finally, under Zhang Chenglin's unwavering gaze, Ji Ruqiong gave in and said, "I went to Shanghai."
"What are you going to Shanghai for?" Upon hearing this sensitive term, Zhang Chenglin's already furrowed brows furrowed even more deeply.
"Go see my boyfriend," Ji Ruqiong said, a faint blush creeping across her face. "Or go fight a war?"
Zhang Chenglin: "...You should see him. It's your turn."
When Feng Yue brought the candy, she greeted Ji Ruqiong first: "Miss Ji."
"Hey, we've known each other for so long, why are you being so formal?" Ji Ruqiong stood up, indicating that she was making room for Feng Yue: "You can call me A-Qiong like Brother Lin and the others do."
Feng Yue was taken aback and turned to look at Zhang Chenglin.
Zhang Chenglin had no objection and nodded.
Feng Yue then smiled and said, "Okay, Ah Qiong."
Ji Ruqiong's smile widened several times over, making Zhang Chenglin unable to bear it: "You're so promising."
Ji Ruqiong, hiding behind, stuck out her tongue softly.
"Why haven't you taken your medicine yet?" Feng Yue glanced at the untouched medicine bowl on Zhang Chenglin's bedside table and couldn't help but ask him, "How can you take medicine if it's cold?"
Seeing that things were not going well, Ji Ruqiong left without saying a word: "Um... I haven't been to my brother's house yet. I'll go check on him first."
Before Fengyue and Zhang Chenglin could speak, she had already slipped outside the door, and thoughtfully closed it behind her.
Xin Jie, who had just returned from mailing a letter, saw her and asked in confusion, "Didn't you just arrive? Why are you leaving so soon?"
"Mind your own business when it comes to pretty girls!" Ji Ruqiong said with a thief's grin. "There are people taking care of them inside. Go do whatever you need to do."
Xin Jie looked somewhat troubled: "But my duty is..."
"Alright, Lin-ge will call you when he needs you!" Before Xin-jie could finish speaking, Ji Ru-qiong interrupted him and pulled him out, calling him a "big third wheel!"
Xin Jie: "?"
The main hall of the Zhang family residence.
Ji Yuxing drank the tea brought by the old butler as if no one else was around. As soon as Ji Ruqiong appeared, she sat down opposite him without saying a word, picked up a teacup and watched Ji Yuxing pour her a cup of tea.
After finishing his tea, he finally couldn't suppress his gossipy nature and asked, "During Lin-ge's illness, Fengyue has been here with him the whole time?"
“Yes.” Ji Yuxing didn’t find it surprising at all: “She cooks, brews medicine, and feeds the medicine herself… she does everything herself when it comes to your brother Lin.”
"This..." Ji Ruqiong suddenly spoke, startling Xin Jie, who was standing by the door, so much so that his legs went weak: "Brother Lin, aren't you planning to marry her yet?"
Xin Jie, who was standing by the door, rubbed his weak legs and silently chanted in his mind:
My dear grandma, why do you always act so impulsively?!
"Do you think Fengyue is a woman who is down-to-earth and lives a stable life?" Ji Yuxing asked her.
“Yes!” Ji Ruqiong frowned, wondering why he asked that extra question: “Isn’t that a pointless question?!”
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Ji Yuxing nodded and asked, "Then do you think Zhang Chenglin is the kind of person who can give her a stable life?"
This time, Ji Ruqiong remained silent.
After a long pause, she quietly argued, "Well, no matter what, marrying her means giving her a home..."
"Well said." Ji Yuxing shrugged. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he would have applauded her.
"What about your sister-in-law?" Ji Yuxing asked, his eyes revealing a look that Xin Jie couldn't quite decipher.
“Well… it’s alright,” Ji Ruqiong said, then suddenly realized something and said with a smile, “Although you can’t be by her side every day, she still lives with her parents, so you gave her a home.”
“Hmm.” Ji Yuxing did not refute her, but nodded in agreement and said, “But A-Lin’s parents are not around anymore, and Feng Yue did not grow up with A-Lin’s parents. Such a family is practically non-existent for Feng Yue, and it is the same for your brother Lin.”
Ji Ruqiong frowned and lowered her head, without answering.
"So your brother Lin knows he can't give her a stable environment and life, so it's better to maintain the current situation. At least if in the future your brother Lin really... can find someone else who can give Fengyue the stability she seeks, right?"
"Love is about granting her wishes, not about shackles and confinement."
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