It was because of Feng Xueying's urging that Wen Yiran called his second son Wen Yuxiang in Qingshan City and asked him to mention He Jingjing's matter in front of He Boyuan.
Unexpectedly, He Boyuan didn't react at all. Feng Xueying thought that He Boyuan didn't want to pay attention to He Jingjing, this "burden".
Before handing over the "hot potato" of He Jingjing to He Boyuan, Feng Xueying would rather humble herself and coax He Jingjing a little, rather than let her cause any more trouble in the Wen family. The incident that happened to He Jingjing that day still made Feng Xueying feel a lingering fear when she thought about it.
"Grandma Feng, you are so kind, just like my own grandma." He Jingjing tried to coax Feng Xueying, her little mouth as sweet as if coated with honey.
"You're Ziqing's friend, so it's only natural for grandma to treat you well." After Feng Xueying finished speaking, she saw Wen Yiran's mouth curl up from the corner of her eye. Feng Xueying felt a little annoyed. Over the years, whenever something related to Wen Ziqing came up, her old man would become a little obsessed, only willing to hear Feng Xueying say good things about Wen Ziqing, and not wanting her to say anything bad about her.
"Grandma Feng, where did Brother Ziqing go so early in the morning? Why has he been leaving early and coming back late these days?" He Jingjing wanted to find out about this two days ago, but never found a chance. It was a rare occasion that Wen Yiran and his wife were in a good mood today, so everyone sat together and chatted again.
"Leave out early and come back late? Ziqing has been on duty these days and hasn't been home at all!" Wen Yiran felt that He Jingjing's words were a bit puzzling.
After He Jingjing disappeared from the hospital on New Year's Eve, Wen Ziqing went home once, but then returned to General Zhou's place. Before leaving, Wen Ziqing told Wen Yiran that he would be on duty at General Zhou's place these days and might not have time to go home.
Wen Yiran was so happy that Wen Ziqing had won the favor of General Zhou that he naturally didn't care whether Wen Ziqing had a holiday during the New Year.
What? Wen Ziqing hasn't been home this whole time? He Jingjing was stunned for a moment, then her face turned pale. She looked at Feng Xueying, as if hoping to hear a different answer from her.
"Ziqing is not at home. He had a new task a few days ago." Feng Xueying's answer once again shattered He Jingjing's expectations.
He Jingjing felt a buzzing sound in her head, and her newly recovered sea of consciousness was twitching. It hurt, it hurt so much. How could this happen? In an instant, dense cold sweat broke out on He Jingjing's forehead.
"Jingjing, are you feeling unwell again?" Feng Xueying asked quickly when she saw He Jingjing suddenly hunch over, a look of pain on her face. This person had just returned from the hospital a few days ago, so she really needed to be careful.
"Grandpa Wen, Grandma Feng, it's okay. I'm just a little tired and want to go back to my room to rest." He Jingjing endured the waves of pain coming from her sea of consciousness, explained to Wen Yiran and Feng Xueying, and staggered upstairs.
Maybe it was because her legs were weak or she wasn't paying attention, but after walking up two steps, He Jingjing stepped on empty air and fell on the stairs.
"careful!"
"careful!"
Wen Yiran, Feng Xueying and others quickly gathered around, muttering in their hearts at the same time: He just came back from the hospital, I hope nothing happens to him again!
"Jingjing, are you hurt from the fall? Can you stand up?" Wu Xiuli remembered that she had something to ask He Jingjing later, so she quickly followed Wen Yiran and the others and helped He Jingjing up.
He Jingjing had just twisted her ankle and was sitting on the stairs, her foot and heart aching. She was in a state of confusion, so chaotic that she couldn't breathe.
Wu Xiuli squatted down and carefully checked He Jingjing's ankle. She was relieved to find that there was no serious problem.
He Jingjing's tears fell in strings. She didn't know whether it was because of the pain in her feet, or the grievance, or both. Only she knew all this.
"Jingjing! Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?" Feng Xueying asked cautiously, feeling a little anxious. Although He Jingjing's fall was due to her own carelessness, He Boyuan was about to arrive in Kyoto. If He Jingjing acted like she was wronged, who knew what He Boyuan would think of the Wen family!
"No need, Grandma Feng, it doesn't hurt much. I want to go back to my room and take a nap." He Jingjing shook her head.
"Dad, Mom, I'll take Jingjing back to her room first. I'll let you know if anything happens later." At the critical moment, Wu Xiuli was still very good at dealing with people. Although she was very annoyed with He Jingjing in her heart, she always paid attention to her image in front of everyone.
He Jingjing endured the stinging pain in her feet and, with the support of Wu Xiuli, limped back to her room in a panic.
After returning to her room, He Jingjing remembered her identity as a cultivator. Although she did not have much spiritual energy in her body, it was enough to treat a minor sprained ankle.
He Jingjing did not avoid Wu Xiuli. After sitting down on the stool, she stretched out a hand and sent a trace of spiritual energy to her red and swollen ankle.
Wu Xiuli stood aside and watched He Jingjing's red and swollen ankle recover as it was before a few seconds. She couldn't help but open her eyes wide.
No wonder Wu Xiuyun had told her about the mystical powers of the gods and the unpredictable spirits last time. Cultivating immortality is truly miraculous. Such a serious injury healed in less than a minute. It's beyond the reach of ordinary people! By the way, He Jingjing just came from her sister's place. I wonder how she's doing now? When can she return to Kyoto?
Thinking of the questions she had been holding in her heart for a few days, Wu Xiuli said to He Jingjing in a flattering manner: "Jingjing~! Auntie wants to ask you something, is that okay?"
"You say." After the pain in her ankle subsided, He Jingjing's mood gradually calmed down. She was a cultivator, not a weak woman who could not even lift a finger. If she wanted to, she would definitely be able to avenge herself.
"Jingjing! I want to ask you something. Didn't you go with my sister to cultivate immortality? I want to ask, does the paper crane you immortals use for communication expire?" Wu Xiuli's eyes widened, and she watched He Jingjing's expression without blinking. This matter was of great importance to Wu Xiuli, and she was really worried that He Jingjing would deceive her.
"Paper crane? Communicating talismans? No." Communicating talismans were nothing new in the Langyuan Secret Realm. He Jingjing had been there for two years after all. Expired? Haha... Perhaps Wu Xiuli wanted to send a message to someone but couldn't get through?
"Ah? Then... then..." Wu Xiuli hesitated, but finally asked, "Why did the paper crane burn when I sent a message to my sister?" She was heartbroken, remembering the day the paper crane spontaneously combusted. That was a precious communication talisman! Wu Xiuyun had repeatedly told her before she left, telling her to only contact her for urgent matters. It was ruined on the first try, and Wu Xiuli was truly heartbroken.
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