Chapter 450 You even have a childhood betrothal? [2 updates]
Yunshan Mingwu: "Young Master, you, Miss Ying, and Uncle Wen also have afternoon tickets, which are not on the same flight as Zhong Manhua, so you won't run into each other."
“Okay, I’ll go pick her up.” Fu Yunshen stood up. “Keep a close eye on things in Shanghai.”
Grandpa Zhong used to live in the capital, but now that he's finally back, he doesn't want to go back.
As people grow old, they return to their roots, always wanting to go back to their homeland.
Fortunately, Zhong Manhua still had some conscience and didn't think of doing anything to Old Master Zhong.
Yunshan clasped his hands in a salute again and then left.
**
By 2 p.m., Ying Zijing had finished packing her things.
Grandpa Zhong came to the Wen family's place to see her off, somewhat reluctant to part: "Come back and visit often in the future, this is also your home."
Ying Zijing chuckled: "I know, Grandpa."
"Grandpa Zhong." Fu Yunshen stood lazily to the side, one hand in his pocket, "We'll come back next year for Chinese New Year."
"You brat." Old Master Zhong raised his hand and slapped Fu Yunshen on the shoulder, his eyes reddening. "You two, grandfather and grandson, really have me figured out."
They returned a carload of snacks to him, but then they stole one of his granddaughters.
That's a really good deal.
Fu Yunshen just smiled and didn't say anything.
"Now that you're both doing so well, Old Man Fu can rest easy in heaven." Old Master Zhong sighed, then asked, "When are you getting engaged?"
Fu Yunshen turned his head to look at the girl, his peach blossom eyes curving upwards.
Ying Zijin reminded him, "Grandpa, I'm only eighteen."
"What's wrong with being eighteen?" Old Master Zhong glared. "Several of them got engaged when they were just a few years old. You're already eighteen. You could even get married overseas."
Suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, he murmured, "I forgot, you two were betrothed as children. What a coincidence."
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered, somewhat surprised: "A marriage arranged since childhood?"
"Yes," Grandpa Zhong muttered. "Your grandfather and I discussed this before you were born, but we forgot about it while drinking. Now I suddenly remember it. This memory of yours is really something else; you don't remember what you should remember."
The whole thing started when he and Grandpa Fu were drinking and had a little competition. When they ran out of bets, they brought up the topic of their childhood betrothal.
Surprisingly, it actually worked in the end.
"Sigh, never mind, let's not discuss this anymore." Grandpa Zhong waved his hand. "Anyway, you two should get engaged as soon as possible, and at the latest, it absolutely cannot be later than Zijing's graduation from university. Otherwise, let me tell you, there are plenty of people waiting to snatch her away."
He had heard that more than a dozen people from Qingzhi's football teams liked his granddaughter.
"Yes, I know." Fu Yunshen said casually, taking the girl's hand. "It still depends on whether Yaoyao is willing or not. I would be more than happy to oblige."
Ying Zijing didn't speak, but she didn't let go either.
Grandpa Zhong was very happy: "Then you better give it your all. I can be the officiant at the wedding."
The three got into the car, with Wen Fengmian sitting in the front and Yun Shan driving.
Neither of them looked away, and neither of them heard anything they shouldn't have.
After a long silence, Fu Yunshen slowly spoke: "I thought—"
Ying Zijing yawned against the car window: "I thought it was something else?"
"I thought Grandpa Zhong would beat me up, but I didn't expect him to urge me to get married." Fu Yunshen said thoughtfully. "So, what do you think?"
Ying Zijin glanced at him: "I've only been dating for a month, it's not enough yet."
“We can talk about it again.” Fu Yunshen chuckled, then suddenly repeated the three words Old Master Zhong had said, “arranged marriage.”
Ying Zijing raised her eyes slightly: "Hmm?"
Fu Yunshen opened his arms and placed her hand in his palm: "This means that you've been mine since you were little."
**
The next day.
The capital city.
After learning that Ying Zijing wanted to treat Xiu Yu's illness, Grandpa Nie specially set aside a private hospital.
"You've had this injury for five years." Ying Zijing examined Xiu Yu, frowning slightly. "Some of the muscles have atrophied, and the bones are still broken. Didn't it hurt at the time?"
She noticed that Xiu Yu was injured, but she didn't check him and didn't know how serious the injury was.
Xiu Yu said in a low voice, "At that time, I was so desperate that I thought I might as well die, so I didn't seek medical treatment. I even cut my wrists and took sleeping pills. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I didn't feel any pain at the time."
She sustained this hand injury during a race.
The Xiu family owns a racing team that participates in international races in exchange for deals with major international families.
This is quite different from the Nie and Mu families.
However, this racing team does not allow its core members to join; Xiu Yu was just going to have some fun.
Her racing skills are indeed excellent; she even beat the team captain, and the entire team praised her highly.
But later, she was involved in a car accident during a race.
Although he was eventually saved, he was left with an irreversible condition on his hands.
Daily activities are fine, but high-intensity competitions are impossible; I can only occasionally dabble in amateur racing and boxing.
Of course, since Xiu Yu and Ling Mianxi know each other, they can seek treatment from the ancient medical community.
Ancient medicine was truly capable of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh and bone; such a minor injury was nothing to it.
But she didn't.
Because in the same month, Xiu Yu's father, Xiu Shaoning, went missing.
Subsequently, her mother also developed terminal cancer and passed away.
Not long after, Old Master Xiu brought Xiu Yan back, put Xiu's mother in the position of matriarch of the Xiu family, and named Xiu Yan's younger brother as the heir.
Disheartened, Xiu Yu left the Xiu family and never returned.
That year, she was fifteen years old.
Not everyone can bear that much.
“My aunt kept urging me to go back, saying that the Xiu family was also my father’s hard work and should not fall into the hands of outsiders.” Xiu Yu looked at his hands. “At that time, I felt that I was useless and hated my father for a while without knowing the truth. So I stayed in Shanghai.”
"How is it useless?" Ying Zijin said calmly, picking up a golden needle. "You can race cars, you can box, and you've helped many people. You're even better than you think."
Before Xiu Yu could even feel moved, a needle was inserted into her acupoint.
"Father Ying, it hurts, it hurts!" Xiu Yu hissed, almost bursting into tears. "Be gentle, please be gentle. I'm a patient, please be kind to me."
“It’s very gentle now.” Ying Zijing lowered her head and continued inserting the needles, raising an eyebrow. “Ask him, he should have woken up in pain when I was treating him.”
Xiu Yu slowly looked up at the happy dog sitting in the corner playing games, and his mood instantly improved: "Then I feel balanced."
Jiang Ran: "..."
Why is he always the one who gets hurt?
An hour later, Ying Zijing removed the needle and gave Xiuyu a few more pills.
"That was fast." Xiu Yu shook his hand. "It seems to be done already."
"Hmm, let's wait two more days." Ying Zijin nodded. "Just in case."
Xiu Yu nodded.
Jiang Ran put away the game console, nonchalantly patted his chest, and said, "Remember to call me when you go back to the Xiu family. Your dad and I will back you up."
No matter how strong the Xiu family is, can they compare to the Ling family of the ancient martial arts world?
It would be an understatement to scare Grandpa Xiu to death.
**
night.
The First Hospital.
With the doctor's help, Ying Zhenting finally woke up.
He has been in the hospital for almost a month, but his health has not improved; on the contrary, it has deteriorated further.
"Dad, you'd better keep your emotions in check," Ying Tianlu said as he wiped Ying Zhenting's body. "Your mood is very important for this illness."
Ying Zhenting's face was ashen, and his voice was strained and extremely hoarse: "Have they done the matching?"
"Yes, we've done it all, including all the collateral relatives of the Ying family, but none of them were suitable," Ying Tianlu said calmly. "Mine wasn't suitable either."
Hearing this, Ying Zhenting was also filled with despair.
He was in his prime, and he harbored grand ambitions. He wanted to lead the Ying family into the capital city.
But how can he fulfill his wish now that he's so ill?
The more Ying Zhenting thought about it, the angrier he became.
He has always been careful about his diet and has good sleep habits, so why did his metabolism suddenly go wrong?
Ying Zhenting was completely baffled and still wanted to argue: "What about the hospital? Don't they have any liver donors either?"
Without a suitable liver donor, he could only wait to die.
Ying Tianlu shook his head: "No, the number of people waiting for liver transplants and the number of people who are donating livers are too far apart."
"Did your sister do it too?" At this moment, Ying Zhenting suddenly seemed to remember something and sat up, supporting himself on the bed. "Have her do it."
"Dad, have you gone mad too?" Ying Tianlu laughed in anger. "Zijin's blood type is special, it's impossible for them to be a match, that's common sense, and you still want her to come?"
“I’m not talking about her.” Ying Zhenting gritted his teeth. “I’m talking about Xiao Xuan. Let Xiao Xuan be the match.”
Ying Tianlu paused, slowly raised his head, and his eyes suddenly changed: "Dad, who are you talking about?"
See you at five.
(End of this chapter)
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