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Four days later at Beijing Railway Station.

Jiang Yuyan, pale-faced, staggered off the train and leaned against a pillar to rest for a while.

Behind them were Old Master Qi and two assistants, with two bodyguards carrying their luggage.

"Here, have a mouthful of sour plum to get rid of your nausea. Now we're getting off the bus. There's no rush to go back. Let's go rest in the seats over there, little one."

After swallowing the sour plum, Jiang Yuyan regained her senses slightly and shook her head without thinking.

"I don't want to move right now. If I move, I feel dizzy and nauseous, and I can't walk."

"Master, please sit down for a while. I'll come find you after I've rested."

Of course, Old Master Qi would not agree to leave her here alone. Just as they were anxiously waiting, an excited shout came from behind.

"Little sister! Master Qi!"

"You're finally back!"

Jiang Yuyan turned around and saw Jiang Muxuan bringing his two younger brothers to pick them up.

Her eyes lit up, and her complexion improved slightly. "Big brother, second brother, third brother? What brings you here? Didn't I tell you it was cold and you shouldn't come to pick me up?"

Jiang Muxuan gave her a bottle of pills.

"Hey, this is what you asked us to bring. We didn't wait long. We were worried you had too much stuff, so we came to help."

They actually left home at four or five in the morning and waited for four or five hours, their hands and feet almost freezing, before the train finally arrived.

Jiang Yuyan took the small bottle, poured out a pill, quickly put it in her mouth, drank some water and swallowed it, and her head finally felt less painful.

Jiang Muyi frowned as he looked at her pale face. "Why does your face look so pale? Are you feeling unwell? Can you walk? Should I carry you?"

Jiang Muxuan and Jiang Muren also looked at her with concern.

Jiang Yuyan quickly waved her hand.

"I'm fine. I just had a bit of an upset stomach from sitting on the train for too long. I took the pills my brother brought, and I feel much better now. Let's go."

Fearing they wouldn't believe her, Jiang Yuyan tried to jump and spin around on the spot, but before she could even jump, they were so frightened that they quickly reached out to stop her.

Jiang Muyi pressed her head down, "Be good, our 'little brat' is obedient, walk properly, don't run around or jump."

Jiang Yuyan: "..."

She stared at him speechlessly, muttering under her breath, "Hmph, Second Brother is the little brat. I'm all grown up now, how could I still be running around like that? You're really wronging me."

Jiang Muyi hummed.

"If I were a little kid, would I be able to open our shop while you're not home? Now, our monthly income is about this much—"

Jiang Yuyan hesitated after seeing him hold up a five, "Five hundred?"

Jiang Muyi's lips curled up secretly.

"I told you you're just a kid, right? Five hundred a month, how could I possibly brag about it in front of you?"

Jiang Muxuan and Jiang Muren suppressed their laughter as they watched the two bicker.

Jiang Yuyan's eyes lit up.

"Second brother, could it be—"

"Hehe, now you know how powerful we are, right? Now you can stay at home or buy anything, we brothers have money for you to spend."

So tell her not to be stingy and not to worry about not having enough money.

"Wow, big brother, third brother, is what second brother said true? He can't be bragging, right?"

"Hey, you little rascal—"

The group returned to Old Master Qi's house amidst much bickering, where Madam You was already waiting.

As soon as they opened the door and came in, Madam You hugged Jiang Yuyan and asked her with concern and gentle care whether she had eaten well.

"Why have you lost so much weight? Did you not eat well over there?"

After saying that, Madam You glared fiercely at Old Master Qi.

"Why don't you keep an eye on Nannan, you old man? She's lost so much weight, how can her body take it?"

Mrs. You almost let it slip, and her words came out a little awkwardly, but at least she didn't say it in front of so many people.

She beckoned her assistant and bodyguards to come in.

"Hey, come in and have some water. You've all worked so hard, taking care of them the whole way...blah blah blah..."

Mrs. You's enthusiasm almost overwhelmed her assistant and bodyguard.

They hurriedly put down their luggage and said goodbye to Elder Qi and the others.

moment,

With only family members left at home, Madam You quickly pulled Old Master Qi aside, demanding an explanation.

"Tell me quickly, what happened? Nannan looks so much thinner than the last time I saw her, and her face is completely pale. How have you been taking care of her, her master?"

Old Qi: "..."

Jiang Yuyan chuckled awkwardly and touched her face sheepishly.

Has she lost weight? She doesn't seem to have changed at all when I touch her. Is my teacher's wife exaggerating?

Jiang Muxuan led her back to her room, placed her luggage beside her bed, patted her sleepy little head, and smiled.

"Little sister, please wash up quickly first, then get some rest. We can talk about anything after you've rested."

After saying that, she pulled her two reluctant younger brothers out, forbidding them from disturbing their little sister's rest.

Jiang Yuyan was indeed very tired, but she couldn't bear to just lie down on the bed like that. Instead, she took her pajamas to take a shower, changed into some comfortable clothes, and fell asleep almost instantly after collapsing onto the bed.

So, she had no idea that Ling Wenchen had left her with a huge surprise waiting for her here.

When she found out, she was almost scared to death.

...

The Ling family

Ling's mother sat blankly on the sofa. Ling's father saw her like this when he came home at noon.

It's a bit strange. His wife is very mentally strong. Most people can't win an argument with her or get angry with her.

Why do you look so dazed and blank now, like your soul has drifted away?

Ling's father sat down beside her and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did some idiot offend you again?"

"Today, I received a call from Wenchen—"

"Well, isn't that good news? Your beloved son finally called you. What's wrong? Did something happen to him?"

The daughter-in-law didn't look sad or upset, so it couldn't be that something had happened to her son.

Ling's mother turned to look at him blankly and said something that struck him like a bolt from the blue.

"Wenchen said that he got married and registered his marriage with the woman he likes. She recently returned to Beijing and asked us to visit her."

The teacup in Ling's father's hand fell to the ground, but he didn't have time to care. He stared blankly at his wife.

"Honey, what did you just say? I think I misheard. Otherwise, how could I have heard about Wenchen getting his marriage certificate?"

With their heartless and cold-blooded son, who can berate women to the point of isolation, he's definitely destined to live a lonely life.

"Snapped!"

She slapped him across the face without hesitation, turning his face to the side and red.

"Does it hurt? Are you dreaming?" Ling's mother asked.

Mr. Ling covered his face innocently and nodded, "It hurts a lot, I'm not dreaming. But, wife, why did you hit me so hard? I have to go to work later."

Bearing the slap mark on his face, he couldn't tell anyone that he had been a victim of domestic violence.

No, Mr. Ling came to his senses.

"You said Wenchen got a marriage certificate with someone? Are you sure it's not his friend or his comrade-in-arms? If you misheard and make a blunder, that would be troublesome."