Chapter 109 Provoking Boss Ying Leads to a Terrible End [3 Updates]
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to get up.
But the strength of that hand was surprisingly great, preventing him from moving.
Ying Zijing looked up at him and this time said three words: "Don't move."
She lowered her head again, her other hand still holding silver needles, the needle tips moving among several acupoints.
It was as if she was holding not a person, but a piece of embroidery.
“Little kid…” Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, “wouldn’t you call this blatantly taking advantage of me?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than another silver needle fell, piercing another acupoint on his body.
The force in his hand was noticeably greater than before.
Fu Yunshen hissed softly and fell silent.
He was quite convinced that if he said anything more, his child might just kill him with a single injection.
They show absolutely no mercy; looks don't matter.
As time passed second by second, Fu Yunshen's body went from tense to relaxed.
After a moment, he lowered his eyes.
Both of them were sitting on the ground, but the height difference was not much different from when they were standing.
The girl's head only reached his chin, and as she administered the acupuncture, her soft hair would occasionally brush against his face.
From this angle, Fu Yunshen could see her long, flowing eyelashes and her smooth, creamy skin.
Almost entirely transparent, it is enveloped in a faint glow, making it hard to look away.
Even through two layers of clothing, the temperature could be clearly felt.
Her hands were very cold, and her fingertips were also chilly.
Fu Yunshen moved his hand, and finally raised it to tuck her hair behind her ear.
He coughed softly, swallowing the slightly metallic taste that rose in his throat.
He took the shot on purpose.
I used to do that all the time, just a quick bandage and I'd wake up after a few hours of unconsciousness.
He was used to being alone.
This is the first time someone has appeared at this time to treat him.
Fu Yunshen suddenly smiled.
After completely stopping the bleeding, Ying Zijing took out clean gauze, removed the blood-stained gauze, and rewrapped it around him.
She knew he would be here, but she didn't know why he would be alone.
She could also sense his power; otherwise, she wouldn't have been in contact with him for so long and wouldn't have been able to calculate his deeper information.
That's the strangest part.
However, Ying Zijin did not pursue the matter further, nor did she care about such things.
Several seconds later, she finally let go of him.
His voice was cold and flat, without the slightest fluctuation: "Alright."
Fu Yunshen braced himself on the ground, preparing to stand up on his own.
That cold hand pressed down on his arm again and helped him up.
She supported him with half of her body.
It was like helping an elderly person who was very old.
Realizing this, Fu Yunshen straightened up, leaning against the wall, still looking lazy: "Little friend, your older brother here is not so bad that he can't even walk this short distance."
He wasn't lying; his self-healing ability was indeed very strong, far exceeding that of ordinary people.
From customs all the way here, the wound has healed quite a bit.
Judging by the time it takes, it will be fully recovered by tomorrow, without even leaving a scar.
That's why he chose to get injured.
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then released him.
Fu Yunshen didn't ask her why she came at this time. He coughed a few times and turned his head: "Yaoyao, you... don't you have anything to say?"
"Hmm." Ying Zijin looked at him and nodded. "Feels good."
"..."
Fu Yunshen was used to her making surprising remarks in a very calm tone. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Little girl, has anyone ever told you that you can't touch a man's waist and abdomen?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing yawned, feeling sleepy, and replied perfunctorily, "If I touch you, you'll turn into a beast?"
"..."
This conversation simply couldn't continue.
Their daughter is truly extraordinary.
"Let's go, little one." Fu Yunshen ruffled her hair. "Thank you for today."
**
Because the seventh-ranked hunter on the Gun God Ranking died in Shanghai for reasons unknown, no hunter will set foot on this land for at least the short term.
Everything was calm and peaceful.
Ying Zijing didn't let Fu Yunshen go back to his single apartment, so she simply took him in again.
However, the two returned too late, and although they concealed their presence, their footsteps were completely inaudible.
But coincidentally, they ran into Wen Tinglan, who was getting up in the middle of the night.
Fu Yunshen's breathing slowed down. Before he could explain anything, he saw the boy rub his eyes, pause for a few seconds, and then go to the bathroom.
As Wen Tinglan walked, she muttered to herself, "I was dreaming again..."
He dreamed of people he didn't want to dream of.
“Xiao Lan just had hypnosis yesterday,” Ying Zijing said, sitting on the sofa. “He’s been recovering very well lately.”
Hypnosis is actually a very risky treatment method.
Because during hypnosis, the therapist can uncover things that are suppressed in the patient's subconscious.
For Wen Tinglan, it was the time when his birth mother left with his older sister and returned when he was five years old.
Both times, it was a huge trauma.
Therefore, if not careful, hypnosis may not only fail to alleviate the condition, but may also have a greater backlash.
It can even cause patients to have a mental breakdown.
Hypnosis is rarely used in psychotherapy unless absolutely necessary.
Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, leaned back, and smiled: "You can rest assured about Xuesheng's hypnosis, Yaoyao."
After these words were spoken, there was no response for a long time.
Fu Yunshen turned his head and realized that the girl had already fallen asleep.
Quietly and obediently, she softened completely.
It seemed like Fu Yunshen struggled for a long time before he finally made a move.
He stood up, bent down slightly, and lifted her up, placing her on the bed in the bedroom.
He stood quietly for a few more seconds before leaving.
Goodnight, little one.
**
News of Jiang Ran's injury spread throughout Qingzhi No. 1 Middle School in just a few days.
Many boys gloated, saying he finally got his comeuppance.
But the girls were anxious. They found out which hospital Jiang Ran was in, and as soon as school was over, they all brought fruit baskets and snacks to visit him.
"Get out, get out, get them all out." Jiang Ran pulled the blanket over her head again, her whole demeanor extremely agitated. "I don't want to see anyone."
If they saw her zongzi-shaped feet, where would that school bully put his face?
"Don't be so mean to girls." Jiang Huaping tapped his head, quite pleased. "I never expected my son to be so popular. He's got the same style I had when I was young."
Jiang Ran: "...Mom, can you stop being so narcissistic?"
Jiang Huaping ignored him and went out to talk to the female students.
Jiang Ran scratched his head: "Where's Father Ying?"
"Oh." Xiu Yu peeled an apple. "Daddy Ying has something to do. You're not a child anymore. What, do you still need Daddy to coax you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Ran's face darkened. "I just want to thank her."
"Thank me when your foot is better," Xiu Yu said, peeling the apple and taking a bite.
Jiang Ran was taken aback, and hesitated for a moment: "No, didn't you peel this apple for me?"
"Why is it you who got shaved, when you're so capable?" Xiu Yu looked at him strangely. "Is it because you have a big face?"
"..."
Jiang Ran snorted coldly and picked up an apple for himself: "Have you found the person who delivered the shoes?"
If he finds out which bastard tricked him like this, he'll smash that bastard's head in.
"We have a lead," Xiu Yu said. "We should find it in a few days."
Jiang Ran hummed in agreement, then asked, "Where did Father Ying go?"
Xiu Yu thought for a moment: "It seems that something happened to the Zhong family."
**
The Zhong family's old house.
In the past, only Grandpa Zhong, Madam Zhong, and Zhong Zhiwan lived in the old house; the other families had all moved out long ago.
It was only because Zhong Zhiwan's father worked away from home all year round and rarely came back that Grandpa Zhong let them live in the old house.
But today, quite a few uninvited guests arrived.
Among them was Zhong Tianyun, who had always been taken care of by Grandpa Zhong.
Zhong Tianyun is the only son of Grandpa Zhong's second younger brother, and he is fifty years old this year.
However, Grandpa Zhong's second brother was in poor health and passed away early, so Grandpa Zhong always took good care of Zhong Tianyun.
Zhong Tianyun sat on the sofa, acting as if he were the master of the house.
He straightened his tie: "Uncle, how have you been lately?"
Grandpa Zhong looked at Zhong Tianyun, who was accompanied by a shareholder of the Zhong Group, and said coldly, "Speak plainly. I hate your kind of beating around the bush."
“Alright, since Uncle wants me to speak frankly, then I will speak frankly.” Zhong Tianyun smiled, his eyes sharpening. “Uncle, you have been in charge of the Jadeite Pavilion all along, but you have lost the treasure that is the pavilion’s most prized possession.”
"The Zhong Group's stock has fallen, and the buyer is also going to cut off cooperation with us. Uncle, do you think you are still qualified to be the chairman?"
Jadeite Studio is a business owned by the Zhong family, selling jade carvings, with an annual revenue of over 100 million yuan.
But just a few days ago, the treasured item suddenly disappeared, and the store's surveillance cameras didn't capture a single person.
To make matters worse, they had just finalized an order with a multinational corporation a few days earlier, and the order was for their prized possession.
This setback has severely impacted the Zhong Group, and its stock has been falling throughout the day.
If they cannot give the seller an explanation, they will take action against the Zhong Group.
But the Zhong Group is not just owned by Old Master Zhong alone.
After saying that, Zhong Tianyun gave a wink to the bodyguards behind him and said coldly, "Take the old man away now and tell them that this is our explanation."
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