It's practically like saying: My dad's afraid his daughter-in-law will run away, so he sent me to spy on the enemy as soon as possible!
The two old men looked at each other in bewilderment.
Her straightforward words amused Xie Zheng. Although she was a bit too eager, wasn't it also a sign that she cared about her granddaughter?
"It's not abrupt. My home is small and I didn't prepare anything. I hope you don't mind."
It's better for the two children to live a good life steadily than anything else. Yan Fenghua is not unaware of how to handle her in-laws, how to give them a hard time, or how to intimidate them.
She just felt it was unnecessary.
It's not unreasonable for the grandson-in-law to say a few words of advice, but to play hard to get and then act coy will only make Yan Fenghua lose face.
Remembering something, Yan Fenghua patted her forehead and pulled her capable eldest daughter to sit at the table. "I forgot to ask, what does your family do?"
"That brat didn't say, but I'm a pretty direct person, so I'll just ask you."
Feng Ruolei: ? ? ?
They've already started discussing marriage, but I still don't know what her family does. Considering that the grandparents and grandchildren live in different places, I understand.
After briefly explaining his family situation and members, Xie Zheng seemed thoughtful when he mentioned Feng Guang's matter, saying, "Oh, it's him!"
Yan Fenghua raised an eyebrow.
Xie Zheng shook his wife's hand, indicating that they would talk about it later.
Soon, Song Nanli and Gu Chengxuan arrived at the door one after the other.
Looking at Gu Chengxuan in the wheelchair, Ruan Xianxian asked, "Aren't you going home?"
Touching his numb legs, home? Grandpa is getting old and his health is deteriorating. I'm afraid that after the old man passes away, he will have no home anymore.
Knowing that the children had something to say, the two elderly people hurriedly went to the kitchen to make room for them.
Gu Chengxuan: "I returned to Beijing secretly this time without informing any of my relatives. I wanted to see my grandfather again when I could stand up again or when I was about to be able to stand up again."
As for the possibility that these legs will never recover, what will happen next?
Gu Chengxuan hadn't thought of that.
Because Ruan Xianxian said it was possible.
When the dishes were served, Song Nanli pulled her into the room to whisper to her.
"The old man's condition has been suppressed. Although he has not been completely cured, the cancer cells have not worsened or spread."
The old man said that his condition was no secret, and if he could hold on for another year or two, the weather would clear up, and he could let go with peace of mind.
Very few people know the inside story of this matter; just keep it in mind.
Ruan Xianxian couldn't understand. That person's influence was too great internationally. Once news of his recovery spread, she and Song Nanli would probably be in big trouble.
On a larger scale, China will face international pressure.
Who wouldn't covet a cure for cancer?
Some countries shout about freedom, democracy, and harmony, but in reality, they do things like plunder and bully the weak, just like Azhar.
Ruan Xianxian looked up, her expression meaningful, "Does that person already know?"
Song Nanli touched his nose. How could that person not know his own capabilities? At this level, every single pill he took could be traced.
Miracles or spontaneous healing may fool quack doctors, but they cannot fool a wise sage who turns the tide in a time of national crisis.
Song Nanli reassured Ruan Xianxian, "Don't worry, the old gentleman didn't name names, nor does he intend to investigate further."
We only say that the sky will clear and the sun will rise in the east, and the flowers of our motherland will always bask in the sunshine and grow strong.
He also said he owed me a favor and told me to go back and think carefully about what I wanted.
The words were meant for me, but I understand they were meant for me to relay to you behind the scenes.
Ruan Xianxian stroked her chin and said something surprising, "I don't want to see Grandpa Ruan grow old without anyone to rely on. I want him to marry Grandma Jing for the third time."
Song Nanli remained silent and reached out to touch her forehead.
Ruan Xianxian slammed the door shut. "What are you doing? Stop touching me with those hands that you use to touch corpses."
Song Nanli: "Let's see what stage your illness is at and whether there's any possibility of a cure."
He then changed the subject, saying, "Anyone with a sound mind knows how valuable that person's kindness is."
It's not impossible to build a ladder to heaven and send you straight to the top, saving you fifty years of struggle.
"What do you mean, your grandfather getting married three times? You dare dream of such a thing, and I certainly wouldn't dare pass it on."
Ruan Xianxian, however, did not think so. You can't guess what those in power are thinking. He believed that the person who said they owed a favor was sincere, but he also remembered Uncle Lin's reminder that the sky is darkest before dawn.
Two more years were left, and she neither wanted nor had the ability to get involved in that vortex.
The old man made it very clear that "hold on for another year or two" meant that while he was still in office, she could make demands.
Especially at times like these, Ruan Xianxian needs to keep a low profile. Any slight movement or contact will inevitably draw attention to her, even if the other party doesn't want it to.
No one wants to be indebted to others indefinitely, especially those in positions of power.
If she makes a harmless, seemingly childish request at this point, perhaps when things clear up in the future, that person might still remember her as a life-saving grace and leave her with some lingering affection.
Glancing at Song Nanli, who was disappointed in her lack of ambition, Ruan Xianxian crossed her arms and said, "You, who are studying medicine, should focus on your medical research and not meddle in adult matters."
"Please convey my words, and that person will understand."
Song Nanli: ...
Ruan Xianxian urged him, "Hurry up, the eldest son of the Jing family is in my hands right now. If we're too late, the old woman will make her move."
I will break ties with her. To save her son, she will most likely use her connections.
Don't you love to play matchmaker for others?
I want her to marry Ruan Kangri unwillingly and voluntarily.
I also want to try having toads on my feet; they don't bite, but they're still disgusting.
"Hurry up, hurry up." Ruan Xianxian got up and pulled him, "Don't eat, go and get things done."
She originally wanted to use Boss Jing to force the old woman to use her connections, but she didn't expect that her affair with Ruan Kangri would succeed.
Sure enough, Old Song delivered himself to her door, and Ruan Xianxian couldn't wait a moment longer.
Grandma's voice came from outside urging him to eat. Song Nanli went out to say goodbye to the two elders. They asked him to stay and why he was in such a hurry to leave. Song Nanli glared at the instigator with annoyance.
Pointing to Gu Chengxuan in the wheelchair, she asked, "Should I take him with me?"
If he can't get food, why should Gu Chengxuan eat?
Ruan Xianxian waved her hand as if shooing away flies, "Go on, I'll have Cai Cai take him to your secret base after dinner."
The so-called secret base is Song Nanli's private research institute.
Instead of discussing serious matters at the dinner table, Grandma inquired about how Fan Caicai was doing in the countryside. Fan Caicai then recounted some of the harmless and quirky things she had done to the elderly couple.
Yan Fenghua found it both funny and wanted to slap her a few times, her cheeks twitching slightly.
After the meal, Feng Ruolei was the first to get up and say goodbye.
"I still have things to do at work, but if you two don't mind, I'll come over and bother you often."
How could the elders complain if their own daughter could get along well with her future sister-in-law? They just told her to come over often, and they would cook for her themselves.
Ruan Xianxian personally escorted Feng Ruolei downstairs. The two whispered to each other along the way, with Ruan Xianxian doing most of the talking and Feng Ruolei listening.
The next plan for dealing with the Jing family was decided.
...
The Jing family.
The old lady had her aunt, who was nominally a distant relative but actually worked as a maid, cook a table full of delicious dishes.
She sat alone at the table, looking at the clock on the wall.
"It's eight o'clock, haven't the eldest brother and his son come back yet?"
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