Chapter 18 Genius Boy
The room had air conditioning, and both of them took off their coats when they came in.
The girl had a straight back and a long neck.
She rolled up her sleeves to mid-forearm, revealing her wrist bones, and her fingers, resting on the emerald green herbs, appeared even more slender and fair.
“I can read books.” Ying Zijing leaned back and lazily looked up. “Books have everything.”
"..."
Okay, he admits defeat.
After a few seconds of eye contact, he bent his finger and lightly tapped the girl's forehead: "You're not allowed to read this kind of book anymore."
"No." Ying Zijing lowered her head, fiddling with the electric pressure cooker. "That wouldn't be fun."
She also plans to buy some novels from this era to read and relieve her boredom.
"Is your brother treating you to dinner?"
"I don't want that either."
Extremely ruthless.
"..."
The girl spoke again: "At most—"
Fu Yunshen lowered his eyes and looked at her.
She said very seriously, "I'll show you how."
Fu Yunshen paused, then smiled, a slight curve to his lips: "Take me with you?"
Is this even possible?
Ying Zijing yawned, feeling sleepy again, and half-closed her eyes: "Hmm, let me learn how to shop online first."
Fu Yunshen looked at the girl's languid appearance, but her expression was genuine. He realized that this was what she was thinking, but she didn't mean anything by it.
He's still just a kid.
The phone suddenly rang at that moment.
Fu Yunshen glanced at Ying Zijing, and after confirming that she wouldn't blow him up, he got up and went outside to answer the phone.
"Seventh Young Master, come quick!" It was Nie Chao calling. "We're just missing you."
Fu Yunshen said casually, "I'll hang up if there's nothing else."
“Didn’t we agree to throw you a welcome-back banquet? This is no big deal!” Nie Chao said. “Come on, come on, it’s at the King Club. I’ve got everyone here. Oh, and your friends are here too, they’re all waiting for you, young master.”
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow: "How come I didn't know I had this?"
"Hey, it's just a title, isn't it? Aren't we all from your Shanghai elite circle anyway?" Nie Chao urged, "What are you doing in the middle of the afternoon? Come on, come drink with your brothers! Why don't you ever come when I call you?"
"I'm with the kids, so I won't go," Fu Yunshen said, leaning against the door. "You guys have fun."
On the other end of the line, Nie Chao, whose call had been abruptly ended, was utterly shocked, as if struck by lightning. Two words flashed through his mind—
Beast!
They even targeted such a young girl!
The other young masters in the private room hadn't heard the phone conversation, but noticing Nie Chao's unusual expression, they were all somewhat surprised: "What did Seventh Young Master say?"
"Oh... he said he's not coming." Nie Chao took a while to come to his senses. "You guys have fun first, I'll go make another call."
As the most diligent guy in Shanghai, he has to get the latest gossip.
**
Three hours later, the electric pressure cooker beeped.
Ying Zijin opened her eyes and raised her hand to open the lid.
A faint, refreshing fragrance wafts by, soothing and delightful.
The pills in the pot were already formed, dark green, exactly fifty in number.
She put the pills into a pre-purchased medicine bottle, tidied up the mess on the floor, and opened the door.
The man leaned against the wall, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on his phone. Hearing a sound, he looked up and asked, "Is it done?"
Ying Zijing was taken aback to find him still waiting outside. "Why aren't you coming in?"
"I was afraid of bothering you," Fu Yunshen said lazily, without saying anything more.
He looked down at the medicine bottle the girl handed him, raising an eyebrow: "Tonify the kidneys?"
“No.” Ying Zijing slung her schoolbag over her shoulder. “To prolong life.”
However, it does have a kidney-tonifying effect, and it can also tonify the liver and stomach.
"Hmm? At my age, I'm already trying to prolong my life?" Fu Yunshen asked with interest. Even so, he still packed up the medicine bottle and asked, "Eat?"
"I need to go out of town." Ying Zijing glanced at her phone. "I'll treat you to dinner in a few days."
"Leave the city?"
"Yes, back to Qingshui County."
The medical conditions in Qingshui County are far inferior to those in Shanghai.
Wen Fengmian was frugal his whole life. He certainly wouldn't have been willing to spend the 100,000 yuan given to him by the Ying family. A year has passed, and I wonder how he is doing now.
“Today is the fifteenth of January…” Fu Yunshen seemed to remember something, his eyes turned cold, and the smile on his lips faded.
But as he turned his head, his peach blossom eyes lit up with a smile again, and he called out, "Little friend."
Ying Zijin turned around: "Hmm?"
"I have nowhere to go today," he said, his voice trailing off, a glint of light in his amber eyes. "How about you take me in?"
"..."
**
By 7:30 p.m., it was completely dark, and fireworks occasionally lit up the night sky.
Wen Fengmian took the flour out of the old-fashioned refrigerator and had just walked to the cutting board when he started coughing violently, which took a while to stop.
Just as he was about to boil water, there was a knock on the door.
Wen Fengmian wiped his hands clean, coughed a few times, and then went out: "Who is it?"
It's so late, no one's going to come over.
He opened the door, and what he saw there stunned him.
The girl stood under the eaves, moonlight falling on her black hair, making it hazy and indistinct.
Although it's been a year, you still look the same.
Wen Fengmian swallowed hard, unable to believe it at all.
His voice was strained and trembling violently; it took him a long time to utter two words: "...Yaoyao?"
“It’s me.” Ying Zijing supported his arm and steadied him. “Be careful not to fall.”
She calmly checked her pulse and knew what was going on.
Wen Fengmian's health was worse than she had initially thought.
The years of heavy labor had taken their toll on him.
After receiving a positive response, Wen Fengmian was stunned for a long time.
He stood there stunned for a while before grabbing her hand, his tone urgent and stern: "Yaoyao, why did you come back from the Ying family? Where are they? Weren't they with you?"
He looked the girl up and down again, his expression becoming even more serious: "Tell Daddy, did those people over there bully you?"
It's a very ordinary sentence, yet it can easily strike at the heart and leave one utterly defeated.
"No, that's not true. I just found some free time today to come back and see you." Ying Zijing pressed Wen Fengmian's shoulder and smiled faintly. "It was my fault for not coming to see you this past year."
If she had woken up sooner, what happened a year ago wouldn't have happened.
Wen Fengmian finally felt relieved. He turned his head and wiped his eyes. He tried to calm his breathing. His emotions were still fluctuating violently, and his voice was still trembling: "I am already very happy that you can come back."
After all, given what the Ying family said back then, he thought he would never see them again in this lifetime.
Ying Zijin helped him into the house: "Are you home alone?"
“Yuyu has classes today.” Wen Fengmian coughed again, then smiled after stopping, “but she should be back soon.”
No sooner had those words been spoken than—
"Dad, I'm home. I bought some meat today, so we can..."
He stopped talking as soon as he saw the girl.
(End of this chapter)
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