Chapter 75 Sparks

Feng Jinyu stared intently, a gleam of deep thought flashing across his eyes.

As long as a woman has ability, can she stop relying on men?

Lu Mingchao's words were like a beam of light that penetrated the dark clouds and dispelled the darkness. When there was heavy storm all around, it gave her the light and peace she had been looking for.

Outside the window, the north wind howled like a cry.

A wisp of cold wind penetrated the window paper, gently brushed through Lu Mingchao's hair, disrupted the faint light, and cast a mottled light and shadow on the ground.

Feng Jinyu's mind moved slightly, and the light and shadows became chaotic, as if a gap had been opened in her tightly blocked path forward.

Feng Jinyu still doesn't know what the future holds.

But she knew that she didn't want to marry Mr. Fan.

Perhaps, if she perseveres in prying open that gap, things will become clear.

If she has the ability to support herself, then she can learn skills.

Feng Jinyu was staring at Lu Mingchao.

Lu Mingchao was also looking back at Feng Jinyu.

Looking at Feng Jin Yuyan's dull and blank eyes, there was a flash of light in the depths, and the light changed from dim and flickering to firm and bright.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Lu Mingchao knew that Feng Jinyu would not seek death again.

"I'll leave you some powder and soft cloth. Remember to change the medicine on time."

"As the Art of War says, whether it is a blitzkrieg or a protracted war, a healthy body and a strong mind are needed."

Feng Jinyu blinked, his pale face softened by a smile. "Lu's Art of War?"

"Yes, yes, it's my own creation. You can modify it according to local conditions." Lu Mingchao put the medicine bottle and soft cloth on the head of Feng Jinyu's bed. "I have to go back. Can you do it by yourself?"

Feng Jinyu nodded, "Do you think I'm still the same stupid girl as before?"

Lu Mingchao: "Who are you?"

"I am a real warrior now!" Feng Jinyu's voice was weak, but his tone was particularly sonorous and powerful.

Lu Mingchao's brows relaxed and he chuckled, "I once heard a saying that a true warrior dares to face the bleakness of life and the bloodshed."

“Then I wish you to move forward courageously.”

Feng Jinyu imitated Lu Mingchao's previous tone and said, "I'll lend you my good wishes."

Lu Mingchao raised his hand to tuck the corner of Feng Jinyu's quilt, whispered a few words to her, and then pushed the door open and left.

It was getting dark.

A faint light flickers.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fan and his son were still so shameless as to sit in the main hall, watching Aunt Feng busying around with cold eyes like officials.

Even a dog would shake its head when seeing this.

Insert green onions and garlic into the pig's nose.

"Auntie Feng, Jin Yu has woken up, but her condition is still not good and she cannot stand any stimulation."

Aunt Feng was incredulous and delighted. "Awake?"

"Xiao Ming, you saved Jin Yu's life from King Yan's Palace. When she gets better, I'll bring her to kowtow to you and thank you."

Aunt Feng kept glancing towards the small house to the west while she was talking.

Lu Mingchao said tactfully, "Auntie, it's getting late. I'll go home first. I'll come back to visit Jin Yu another day when I have time."

Mr. Fan's son stood up quickly, his cheeks showing an abnormal blush, and said excitedly, "Aunt, I will go and see my benefactor off."

"There is no such thing as guests seeing off other guests in this world." Aunt Feng's face turned dark and her tone was stiff and dry.

"We are one family and we don't have to talk behind each other's backs. How can I be considered a guest?"

"My benefactor, please."

Lu Mingchao's face turned cold, and he pointed at his bun and said, "This is a woman's bun. The son of a scholar can't be so stupid, right?"

Fortunately, Feng Jinyu protested with her death and refused to marry the old scholar.

Otherwise, she would have to worry about whether her sanctimonious father, her lustful son, and her weak and helpless stepmother would lead to some indecent mother literature.

The smile on Mr. Fan's son's face froze for a moment, then immediately returned to normal, with a caring expression, "The sky is dark, and there are few people in winter. I am worried about Sister Ming's safety, and I have no intention of doing anything unkind."

"Sister Ming, are you afraid of your brother-in-law's anger?"

"I'm not gossiping behind my back. Shouldn't your brother-in-law put Sister Ming's safety first? If I were your brother-in-law..."

Lu Mingchao: Good guy, green tea man.

Are the green tea industry no longer concerned with quality or setting any threshold when hiring people?

Do you accept everything that is dirty, smelly, rotten, ugly and bad?

Qi Rui still has a pretty face after all, but when she cries, her tears are so pitiful.

If the green tea circle is divided into levels, Mr. Fan's son might not even be qualified to carry Qi Rui's shoes.

Lu Mingchao glanced with disdain at the son of Mr. Fan, who thought himself to be gentle and refined.

You can’t hide the fact that you like someone in your eyes. Similarly, you can’t hide the fact that you want to stab someone in your eyes.

"A fox cannot hide its tail, and a dog cannot spit out ivory."

"Next time, hide your tail before you come out and embarrass yourself."

Sister Ming?

It’s only been a short while since the original body’s coming-of-age ceremony, okay?

Finally, Lu Mingchao nodded to Aunt Feng and left.

As for whether Mr. Fan and his son were angry out of shame or filled with hatred, Lu Mingchao did not take it to heart at all.

If this father and son had any real ability, they would not have plotted against Feng Jinyu in this way.

Which tiger would care about the barking of a weak puppy?

Maybe she is not a tiger yet, but she will become one sooner or later!

Not long after Lu Mingchao left Feng's house, he saw a tall and straight figure approaching from afar on the hillside.

"Ayan." Lu Mingchao waved his hand, the sound was crisp, like biting into a crisp fruit in the hot summer.

Immediately, the people on the hillside quickened their pace and soon appeared in front of Lu Mingchao.

Lu Mingchao let Xie Yan rub her cool hands, smiling, "Have you settled the matter in the county?"

Xie Yan nodded and said, "I have already finalized the details of the repair work with the craftsmen, and signed a contract with three medium-sized grain merchants in the city."

"After returning home, I heard Huaiqian say that you went to the Feng family with Aunt Feng, so I thought of taking you home."

"I'm at ease with Ah Yan taking care of things."

When he met Xie Yan, Lu Mingchao's mood was already bright.

Then, that little mouth kept telling Xie Yan about the Feng family's situation like frying beans.

Including that disgusting pair of scholar father and son.

Xie Yan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and a cold look was reflected deep in his pupils.

"Ming Dynasty, have you ever thought about how you often do things that are thankless? Times change, and people's hearts change."

Gratitude in the moment often turns to resentment after experiencing suffering.

“When people are suffering on the path they have chosen, they will subconsciously and deliberately beautify the path they could have chosen but did not.”

"The more you beautify, the deeper your regrets will be."

Lu Mingchao's eyes sparkled, as if they were filled with water. "She wants to live, and I can save her."

"Whether she will follow her parents' orders and the matchmaker's words to marry Mr. Fan, or whether she will risk an unknown life through hardships, that is her own decision."

“I know very well how difficult it is to live in an unknown life, so I never exaggerate the beauty of the unknown.”

"Being a warrior is never an easy thing."

"In worldly affairs, one should do things within one's ability."

Hearing this, Xie Yan smiled suddenly and looked up at the gradually darkening night.

From the heart