Looking at Yan Feng’s beaming face.
ng Lang really wanted to just rush in and expose this old guy’s shaless true nature.
But seeing this "fatherly love, filial piety" scene before him, barging in to destroy this "harmonious atmosphere" seed sowhat inappropriate?
The key point is that with Yan Weiwei’s fiery temper, suddenly being told it’s all a setup while her emotions are high might cause her to explode on the spot.
She’s crying like a child now, but when she gets physical, she becos utterly ruthless.
And as proud as Yan Feng seems now, he’ll likely be utterly miserable later.
As they say, deceiver’s joy is fleeting, exposure leads to disaster.
Even if it doesn’t lead to imdiate need for a rescue team, his old bones are bound to suffer...
Of course, this is deserved, and ng Lang wasn’t ready to sympathize with this old coin.
But now, he’s my benefactor...
It doesn’t matter if he resents afterward, but what if he pulls the funding on the spot?
After all, that 500 million from Lingjing dia was for real, and if Yan Weiwei punches him into the ICU...
Oh, the first step was pulling him onto the Wanwu Holding bandwagon, and the next was to personally push him off, breaking several old bones...
If word got out, how could I ever attract investors?
Moreover, although the tactics were shaless, was he wrong?
In fact, putting myself in his shoes, he’s just a poor old man carrying the burdens of family fortunes and martial arts prestige, trying hard to fulfill family responsibilities under dual pressures of having no successor and a rebellious daughter.
Setting aside the thods, he only wanted to find a good match for his daughter, hopefully have a chubby grandson to inherit billions, and then he saw , standing out among the crowd...
Alas! Ultimately, it’s hard to dislike soone with a good eye...
Just as ng Lang shook his head, lanting his own excellence, hesitating about whether to expose the scam, Yan Feng, the drama king, finally noticed ng Lang standing at the door...
His eyes instantly brightened.
"Xiao ng is here, co in and sit."
"Uh... haha, Elder Yan, you look pretty good!" ng Lang could only walk into the room and approach the bedside.
Yan Feng didn’t pick up the nuance in his words.
"Xiao ng, don’t comfort , I know my own body.
Used to be, I’d match strength with young n without hesitation, now I can’t even walk steadily, it doesn’t matter if I’m sick or not, I don’t have many years left.
It’s just a pity for Weiwei, so young to lose her parents..."
Sentintal! Keep laying it on thick!
The doctor already said you’re lucky to have a few years left, acting like you’re about to breathe your last, making it seem like a morial service.
Just showing off your atmosphere skills, huh?
"Ah! When I first t Xiao ng, you pitched to saying insurance is preparation for the future, planning for when alive and when dead, parents planning for their kids.
You said people face sudden misfortune, unpredictable fate, never knowing whether tomorrow or disaster cos first.
Unexpectedly, it’s co true! Haha..."
What, blaming my jinxed mouth?
Turning around, I saw two won scowling fiercely at .
Hey hey! Those were just insurance sales pitches, you two praised my guts back then...
"Xiao ng~" Yan Feng grabbed ng Lang’s hand, gently patting his hand back.
"Your abilities and character, I’ve observed them, and I know my ti is limited. Before leaving, my greatest concern is my child.
After I’m gone, only Weiwei will be left in my thoughts..."
His voice trembled slightly, eyes moist, vividly portraying the image of a loving, helpless old man.
Then he looked at Yan Weiwei, holding her hand.
"So, today I want to entrust her to you..."
Before anyone could react, Yan Feng had already placed Yan Weiwei’s hand on ng Lang’s hand.
Her fingers were slender, proportionate.
ng Lang: "..."
Yan Weiwei: "..."
Lin Haitang: "..."
"What... what are you talking about?!" Yan Weiwei snapped back, imdiately pulling her hand back as if shocked, face flushed with anger as she looked at Yan Feng.
ng Lang’s mouth twitched, instinctively looking at Lin Haitang.
The other person looked calm, with an uninvolved deanor, but the look was full of aning...
Hey hey hey! Can’t you see?
He’s acting, he’s acting!
Alright, alright, playing this way, huh, you old rascal.
ng Lang countered by gripping Yan Feng’s wrist, replying with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
"Haha! No need to be so pessimistic, Elder. Doctors say dragging this out for another few years isn’t impossible. The key is ntality.
Besides, did you forget, I have so dical skills?"
Yan Weiwei paused, eyes flashing with realization.
Oh right! How could I forget there’s an old Chinese dicine expert here?
Master Li almost reached the gates of hell and ng Lang saved him with a few needles, maybe...
"ng Lang, are you saying you can treat this illness?" Lin Haitang found it hard to believe.
After all, for traditional Chinese dicine, ergency aid works fine, but curing a brain tumor with a few needles and dicines seems too much like a fairytale.
"I’m no god; curing such illnesses is beyond . However, assisting Elder with pulse adjustnt and body’s conditioning is doable..."
Yan Feng instinctively wanted to draw back his hand, but was restrained by ng Lang as he grabbed his pulse, three fingers together, pressing the pulse with their tips.
After a mont, he narrowed his eyes, gazing at the other person.
"Hmm... Elder is as vigorous as ever, his pulse rhythm is stable, steady and strong..."
Yan Feng felt a little uneasy under ng Lang’s gaze, but being an experienced man, he maintained composure.
"Maybe because I’ve been practicing martial arts for years, I’m usually fine, but this afternoon, out of nowhere, I had a splitting headache, and then everything went black.
Now, I still feel weak all over and have a dull pain in my head... um..."
His face suddenly showed a hint of pain, and his breathing beca rapid.
"What’s wrong?" Yan Weiwei stepped forward, looking worried.
"Hah~hah~... It’s nothing, maybe talking too much made a bit tired." Yan Feng reassured with a slightly labored smile.
ng Lang: "..."
Alright! Such a garlic move!
It’s because he counted his dical skills in, that’s why he chose a brain tumor.
If sothing goes wrong and he calls for a headache, which traditional doctor can continue the treatnt?
Unless he’s like Hua Tuo treating Cao Cao, and performs a craniotomy...
The problem is, even if he could do it, he doesn’t have a dical practice license...
"Bed 18 patient, ti for an IV drip."
Just then, a young nurse ca in. ng Lang had to make way for the nurse to approach the bed and hang the IV bag, inserting the needle into the vein on the back of Yan Feng’s hand...
Yan Feng’s face visibly relaxed imdiately, and his breathing also steadied, allowing Yan Weiwei and the other woman to breathe a big sigh of relief.
ng Lang couldn’t help but twitch his mouth when he saw the IV bag with no label as expected.
Alright! Go the whole nine yards with the act, right!
If it weren’t for the fear that tomorrow’s headline news would report a family ethical tragedy at the People’s Hospital...
Would you believe I’d finish those two bottles of glucose on the spot?
"You must be the patient’s family, right? The doctor said the patient needs more rest and it’s best for him to stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation.
Also, only two family mbers are allowed to stay in the special care unit. Don’t bring too many people."
"Okay, thank you, nurse."
After the nurse left, Yan Weiwei looked at Yan Feng, who seed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She returned to the bedside and, with an unusually gentle expression, tucked Yan Feng in.
ng Lang clearly saw Yan Feng’s lips curl into a barely noticeable smirk...
His mouth opened slightly, but in the end, he didn’t have the heart to expose him on the spot.
Ah well! Forget it, forget it, for the sake of your old age, let you enjoy a few more days of this "final tenderness"...
Luckily, Lawyer Lin is also here; drawing up a will, she’s a professional...
Lin Haitang sighed as she watched the scene.
"ng Lang, I want to stay tonight with Weiwei. I’ll leave Xiao Yu to you."
"Uh..."
Actually, ng Lang wanted to say it’s completely unnecessary. With you all here, the old man still has to pretend to be sick.
Once we leave, who knows, he might even start dancing in the room...
"What’s wrong?" Lin Haitang asked, puzzled, seeing ng Lang hadn’t responded.
"Nothing, step outside with for a mont, I have sothing to tell you."
Lin Haitang took one look at Yan Weiwei by the bed, nodded, and followed ng Lang out of the hospital room.
"What’s up?"
"It’s about Elder Yan, he..."
"Relax, I didn’t take Elder Yan’s words to heart."
"No, that’s not what I ant... uh... really not taking it to heart?"
n can be so contradictory sotis, worrying you’ll be jealous, and also worrying you won’t be jealous...
Lin Haitang rolled her eyes at him and then let out a soft sigh.
"Compared to Elder Yan’s thoughts, I’m more concerned about Weiwei’s feelings.
You know, you can’t hide liking soone..."
ng Lang: "..."
...
In the end, ng Lang couldn’t tell Lin Haitang the truth.
After all, their issues weren’t caused by Yan Feng.
At most, Yan Feng was just a trigger, while the real cause lies within themselves...
"Bang!" Closing the car door, he picked up the book "ng Xiaolang’s Travelogue" again.
In the dim car light, he reopened the photo.
ng Qingqing was holding a little girl standing beside Yan Weiwei.
At the ti, he thought it was his niece; now it seems...
The little girl was very cute, indeed having a resemblance to ng Qingqing in her features.
Hmm... and sowhat to him as well...
[There was a ti when the little one ran to our house every day.
At that ti, ng Qingqing was also here, turning the little one into the second little rascal, sticking close to her.
That ti was one of the rare warm monts in my life...]
Reading the description, he vaguely understood why the words in the book were so restrained.
Hints were there, but not many...
He probably only realized his daughter’s truth many years later, by which ti, the emotional bond was already deep.
In such a scenario, would you directly reveal the truth, then let yourself stir the butterfly effect, making her disappear in another ti and space?
Giving you hints, although not many, is already quite considerate.
Besides, it’s not just about the child...
The book also barely touched on Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei, avoiding ntioning his emotional lines too much.
It almost seed like sothing was being consciously covered and hidden...
Looking at Lin Haitang standing on the other side of Yan Weiwei, hand in hand, as close as ever, ng Lang pondered...
After a long while, he let out a long sigh.
Lin Haitang was right, you can’t hide liking soone.
It’s only when you like two people that you need to hide...
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