Chapter 81 made him kneel down to Boss Ying.
His father just went through a brush with death, what if something bad happens to him?
The middle-aged man stopped looking at the girl, frowned, and said, "Dad, can you please stop letting just anyone into the house?"
Sheng Qingtang didn't respond. He stared blankly at the pills that had fallen to the ground.
A few seconds later, he finally realized what was happening and angrily slapped the middle-aged man on the bald head.
"Fool! Do you know that this is the elixir of immortality that Miss Ying gave to your father?"
"Is it because your father doesn't stay up late, eats vegetables, and has a better lifestyle than you? Are you afraid that your father will outlive you and get rid of you?"
The middle-aged man was stunned: "What elixir of immortality? Dad, I told you, watch less of this stuff..."
"Shut up!" Sheng Qingtang slapped him again. "This is Doctor Ying. Without her, your father would already be meeting the King of Hell."
The middle-aged man was stunned again: "Dad, you're saying this young girl is Doctor Ying? You're not lying to me?"
"Nonsense," Sheng Qingtang said irritably, "Hurry up and pick up the medicine for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man knelt down with a thud.
"Dr. Ying..." He burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "You are like my second parents. Without you, I really don't know what I would have done."
Mr. Sheng: "..."
His biological father seems to still be there, right?
“My dad gets scammed by health product sellers every day, and the more he gets scammed, the more he tries to scam them. I thought you were the same.” The middle-aged man wiped away his tears. “I’m so sorry, I apologize to you.”
He thought his father was definitely not going to make it, but a miracle actually happened.
I'd rather take his life than kneel down.
Unable to withstand the enthusiasm, Ying Zijing took a step back and said, "It's alright, get up."
Sheng Qingtang carefully put away his pills, wiped them with heartache, swallowed them in one gulp, and was still angry: "Make him kneel."
"Dr. Ying, it's my fault for not being able to see you soon." The middle-aged man said with deep remorse, "It's almost evening, why don't you stay for dinner?"
"No need," Ying Zijing shook her head slightly. "I need to go back to school."
"Alright, alright." The middle-aged man quickly stood up. "I'll see Miss Ying off."
Ying Zijing picked up the scroll she had placed on the coffee table and was about to leave.
Sheng Qingtang, with his sharp eyes, blurted out, "Miss Ying, wait!"
Ying Zijin turned around.
"I smell the fragrance of ink." Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands together. "May I ask what kind of exquisite calligraphy Miss Ying is holding?"
Ying Zijin nodded: "Just writing for fun."
"May I take a look?" Sheng Qingtang coughed lightly. "This unfilial son hasn't let me touch a pen in a long time."
The middle-aged man was speechless: "Dad, have some shame. It's clearly you who climbs trees to pick fruit and goes into the water to catch fish every day."
Sheng Qingtang ignored him, carefully took the scroll from the girl's hand, and unrolled it.
Then, a long silence fell over them.
The middle-aged man was quite surprised, and he came over to take a look, then exclaimed in shock, "Dad, these characters..."
"Get out of my way." Sheng Qingtang looked up, his expression becoming serious. "Miss Ying, do you think I could offer one million to buy this calligraphy you wrote?"
"..."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment: "How much did you say?"
Sheng Qingtang assumed she felt it wasn't enough: "Two million is fine too."
The middle-aged man was displeased: "Dad, why have you become so stingy as you've gotten old? I think Miss Ying's writing is much better than yours when you were young. Back then, even a piece of your scribbles sold for eight million."
"Look at this calligraphy, it flows like clouds and water, penetrating to the core, and has the spirit of the Wei and Jin dynasties. Even with more than thirty years of experience, it is not certain that one could write it like this."
Mr. Sheng: "..."
Unfilial son!!!
"Miss Ying, please don't take offense at my father's words. I'll buy this calligraphy of yours." The middle-aged man said generously, "Ten million. You definitely won't lose out."
Ying Zijing hesitated for a moment: "I'm sorry, I took this calligraphy to participate in the school's art festival. If you really want it, I can write another one."
"To send it to an arts festival?" Sheng Qingtang exclaimed in anguish, "What a waste! What a waste!"
Finally, reluctantly, he said, "Then I'll trouble Miss Ying to write another one. May I take a picture with this one?"
Finally, when Ying Zijing left with ten million, she felt that something was not quite right.
She sighed softly and pressed her head.
If she can make so much money just by writing words, why would she bother making medicine?
**
Three days later.
noon.
Ying Zijing received a call from Grandpa Zhong.
"Zijin, tomorrow is your birthday. Grandpa is planning a birthday party for you. Do you have time to go and look at some dresses later?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing suddenly remembered that her birthday was March 24th.
Back in Qingshui County, although the Wen family was poor, Wen Fengmian would never mistreat her and Wen Tinglan.
So every year, we celebrate the birthdays of the siblings.
They just couldn't afford a cake, so they only had a flatbread.
But they were also very happy.
More than a year ago, she was taken back to the Ying family and hasn't celebrated her birthday since.
Because no one in the Ying family remembered her, and Old Master Zhong was not in Shanghai at that time and did not know.
“Grandpa, there’s no need for that.” Ying Zijin chuckled. “Why don’t you come to the Wen family home and have a meal with my dad and the others? I don’t like elaborate celebrations.”
Grandpa Zhong remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "That's good, that's good. It's enough for the family to live together."
"Grandpa will pick you up from school tomorrow, and then we'll go to the Wen family's house together."
After hanging up the phone, Ying Zijing thought for a moment and then called Fu Yunshen again.
Fu Yunshen was at the Fu family home with Old Master Fu when he received the call, and he was quite surprised.
"What did she say? What did she say?" Old Master Fu asked expectantly. "What did my granddaughter-in-law say to you?"
"First, she's not your granddaughter-in-law, so don't even think about having a granddaughter-in-law with me. I'm not getting married."
"..."
"Secondly, I'm not telling you this to me, I'm telling you this to you," Fu Yunshen said lazily. "Yaoyao is inviting you to her birthday cake."
"Really?" Old Master Fu exclaimed in surprise, "Zijin invited me to celebrate her birthday?"
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids: "You don't have to go."
"Of course I'll go," Grandpa Fu said seriously. "I haven't had cake in so long, I'm really craving it."
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow.
"Wait a minute." Old Master Fu suddenly remembered something, "Will Old Man Zhong be going too?"
Before Fu Yunshen could answer, he said to himself, "Then I'll have to set up the chessboard and play a couple of games."
He said smugly, "I'm sure I'll beat him."
"..."
**
March 24th.
The spring equinox has just passed, and the nights are still long.
By seven o'clock, it was basically dark.
The streetlights gradually came on, casting flickering light and shadow.
The Wen family's neighborhood is small, but it's quiet.
Ying Zijing also saw this point, which is why she bought an apartment for Wen Fengmian here.
Meanwhile, on the top of an 18-story building not far away.
A figure was lying prone on the ground, looking in this direction.
The black muzzle of the gun slowly rose, pointing at the entrance of the building, aiming at the man's slender back.
"Target locked."
Ying Zijin: I don't quite understand, what's valuable now?
This chapter can be read in conjunction with chapter 15.
(End of this chapter)
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