A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

A black SUV was parked across the gate, its front blocking the stone steps, leaving only a narrow gap beside the bamboo fence.

The tires sank into the mud, and water flowed along the tire treads into the vegetable ditch. The newly tidied yard gate was splattered with mud. Bai Weiwei glanced down at it, then picked up the bamboo sieve and walked to the bamboo fence.

A bodyguard got out of the driver's seat.

The passenger door opened, and two assistants in dark suits carrying folders went around to the back seat and opened the doors for the people inside.

The man stepped onto the stone steps.

The gray shirt was tucked into the black trousers, the cuffs were buttoned up, and the tie clip was tucked under the third button.

The edges of the shoes were covered in mud.

He glanced down and saw that his assistant had already unfolded folded insoles and laid them on the stone steps.

The man stepped over the insole and stood outside the courtyard gate.

Bai Weiwei raised her hand to stop him.

"The parking area is at the village entrance."

She pointed to the off-road vehicle blocking the stone steps.

"You've blocked my gate, so the delivery tricycle can't get through."

The man didn't reply.

His gaze passed over the bamboo fence and landed on the pearl-white helmet on Gu Qingshang's lap.

"Qing Shang" (清商).

"Get in the car."

Gu Qingshang placed the helmet in the center of the stone table, with the buckle facing right, and then gathered her long hair behind her back.

"He Wenzhou".

"I didn't agree to come pick you up."

He Wenzhou raised his hand.

The older assistant opened the folder and took out a dark red envelope. The cover was printed with the emblems of the Gu and He families, with two embossed seals below.

The suspended ball turned towards the gate.

He Wenzhou glanced at the camera, his hand still pressed on the cover, and did not call for a stop.

The number of viewers in the live stream jumped from 110,000 to 113,000.

[The marriage contract has been brought? Young Master Qin's intelligence this time was genuine!]

[They came to snatch someone from their home and blocked the entrance; did they think they were treating someone else's yard like a hotel lobby?]

Gu Qingshang didn't even leave his chair; his attitude was written all over his face.

[Don't rush to scold her. The Gu family has been searching for her so desperately; there must be something else going on.]

He Wenzhou took the envelope and pressed his thumb against the seal.

"Grandpa was admitted to the emergency room early this morning."

Gu Qingshang stopped pressing his hand on the helmet buckle.

The firewood in the stove burned out, and sparks rolled into the ashes.

Ye Xingyu walked to the stone table and moved the baking tray away from Gu Qingshang.

Su Niannian turned off the stove, grabbed the spatula, and stepped over the threshold.

He Wenzhou stared at Gu Qingshang.

"Lung infection, kidney function indicators continue to decline. The resuscitation has ended, and the patient is temporarily stable."

"The medical team's conservative assessment is three months. The joint treatment team in Switzerland has been contacted, and a bed has been reserved."

"The expenses will be borne by the He family."

Gu Qingshang raised his face.

"What are the conditions?"

He Wenzhou handed the envelope back.

The assistant took out the marriage contract and placed it on the door frame through the bamboo fence.

"We're getting engaged next month."

The paper weighed down the water-dampened leaves on the bamboo door, and the corner of the paper was lifted twice by the wind.

He Wenzhou continued:

"The Gu family's Lingang project was funded by the He family, and we guaranteed three bridge loans from banks. The He family will also take over the 600 million yuan debt of Gu's Pharmaceutical that is due next week."

Bai Weiwei looked at the marriage contract, then turned to look at Gu Qingshang.

Su Niannian moved her hand up a bit along the handle of the spatula.

"Medical treatment, company bailout, debt repayment—all crammed into a single marriage certificate?"

He Wenzhou then turned his gaze to her.

"This is a matter for the Gu family."

"This is the Bai family's courtyard."

Bai Weiwei handed the bamboo sieve to Shen Qingci and raised her hand to grasp the bamboo door.

"Sister Qing Shang is my guest. She didn't invite you in, so you're just standing outside the door talking."

The bodyguard took a step forward.

Su Niannian held the spatula horizontally, blocking the bamboo door.

"Let's take it one step further. Today's sour fish soup will be replaced with bodyguard stew in an iron pot."

The assistant frowned.

"Mr. He is here to handle family matters; please do not interfere."

Ye Xingyu took off her heat-resistant gloves and walked to Gu Qingshang's left.

"We should listen to what she has to say about family matters."

Her voice was soft, and the soles of her shoes pressed firmly against the stone slab.

"She said she wouldn't go back, so you can't take her away."

He Wenzhou opened the marriage contract.

The He family's name is already signed, while the Gu family's name is left blank.

"Qing Shang, you've stayed here for twenty-seven days."

"He won't answer the phone, his location services are off, and he hasn't attended a single medical meeting at home. You told everyone you were coming to Dali to relax, and now you expect these people you just met to block your way?"

Gu Qingshang picked up the garden shears from the corner of the table, untied the leather cover, and put the buckle that was off to the left back in the center.

"I have attended four medical conferences."

"The first time, they told me to prepare for my death. The second time, they asked when my will would be published."

"On the next two occasions, members of the Gu family's collateral branch sat in the conference room vying for board seats."

She looked up at He Wenzhou.

"No one is discussing how to save Grandpa."

He Wenzhou moved the marriage contract forward an inch.

"So you came all the way to Dali?"

"Relaxing is one reason."

Gu Qingshang took out the gardening shears and placed them flat on the table.

"I'm looking for someone too."

"Who?"

"Cheng Shouzhuo."

The older assistant behind He Wenzhou opened his tablet and entered his name.

A dozen seconds later, he turned to the side and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, He Wenzhou suppressed a laugh.

"An old TCM doctor who left the hospital ten years ago, didn't register a clinic, and whose address can't even be found?"

"You're relying on a few rumors to put the burden of Grandpa's remaining three months on his shoulders?"

Gu Qingshang took out his phone.

The screen contained a yellowed prescription and three medical records.

"Ten years ago, Cheng Shou-chou participated in the combined treatment of a case of multiple organ failure, and the patient lived for seven more years."

"I found out that the last time he treated someone was at the foot of Cangshan Mountain."

He Wenzhou closed the marriage contract.

"The source of the medical records cannot be confirmed, the prescriptions are unsigned, and the patient's family members cannot be found."

"Qing Shang, you've studied pharmacology, you should know how many loopholes there are in this line of work."

"I know."

"Then let's go back."

Gu Qingshang looked at him.

"I won't reply."

The two words crossed the stone table and landed outside the bamboo gate.

He Wenzhou tightened his jaw, handed the envelope to his assistant, and loosened his tie.

"You've been searching for twenty-seven days, have you found him yet?"

Gu Qingshang did not answer.

"The three-month timeframe given by the medical team is based on the premise that the condition does not worsen. The next infection, the next organ failure, will push the timeframe forward."

"Are you planning to use the rest of your time to keep gambling on someone whose address can't be found?"

He Wenzhou stepped into the courtyard.

Bai Weiwei closed the bamboo door.

The latch slammed into the wooden groove.

She refused.

He Wenzhou looked at the wooden bolt blocking the door.

The bodyguard reached out and pushed the door open.

The spatula struck the bamboo door, and a few drops of water fell from the leaves.

Su Niannian stood behind Bai Weiwei.

"If you can't understand human language, I can change the broth and teach you."

Ye Xingyu also walked over and pressed down on the other side of the door frame.

Her shoulders were tense, but her feet did not retreat.

Shen Qingci stood under the eaves, holding a bamboo sieve.

The marriage contract was pressed against the door frame, the SUV blocked the stone steps, and the eyes of several people outside the door swept over the bamboo fence and into the yard one by one.

She took a half step back, her heel hitting the wooden stool.

The blue and white cloth strip on the bamboo sieve handle swept across my wrist.

Bai Weiwei's knot was still there.

Shen Qingci lowered her head and placed the bamboo sieve on the stool, walked around the stone table, and went to Gu Qingshang's side.

Black sandalwood beads touched the sleeve.

She has already refused.

He Wenzhou looked at her.

Shen Qingci did not avoid it.

"A marriage contract requires the consent of both parties. Illness, debt, and family projects cannot be signed on her behalf."

"What you're proposing is an exchange."

"She has the right to refuse."

In the live stream, four girls stood in a row.

Bai Weiwei guarded the door latch, Su Niannian held the spatula, and Ye Xingyu pressed down on the door frame. Shen Qingci stood to Gu Qingshang's right, her shoes still covered in wet mud from the vegetable garden.

[Xiao Qingci has stepped forward!]

From haggling over two cents at the market to now standing up to a wealthy family and taking someone away, she's truly making progress!

[Gu Qingshang stayed behind to find a way to save her grandfather. Anyone who says she'll only run away from her wedding, I'll throw the medical records at them first!]

The statement that "a marriage contract requires the consent of both parties" is far too simplistic!

Using the grandfather's medical expenses and 600 million yuan in debt to pressure someone—what's the difference between this and forcing a signature?

He Wenzhou looked at the camera that had been hanging in front of the courtyard gate.

"Turn off the live stream."

Gu Qingshang asked, "Why?"

"The Gu family's finances and the old man's illness should not be discussed in the live broadcast."

"The camera was already here when you showed up at someone's door with the marriage certificate."

He Wenzhou pressed down on the edge of the document, causing the paper to bend under his palm.

I'm giving you one last choice.

"Signature. The medical team will transfer Grandpa to another hospital tonight. Funds will be deposited into the Gu family account tomorrow morning, and the Lingang project will resume."

"No, the He family is withdrawing all guarantees. The Gu family's debt is due in seven days. The He family will also not retain the beds, specialist consultations, and transfer channels in Switzerland."

"The board will find out who abandoned this agreement."

He delivered the marriage contract to Gu Qingshang.

"Qingshang, you have three months left. You can continue searching for that old Chinese medicine doctor that no one has ever seen."

"Every day Mr. Gu stays in China, the risk of relocation increases. By the time you find Cheng Shouzhou, will there still be beds available in Switzerland? Will the Gu family be able to survive? No one can guarantee that for you."

Gu Qingshang remained seated, his gaze fixed on the blank signature area.

The pen was placed next to the marriage contract.

She didn't take it.

He Wenzhou waited a few seconds, then raised his hand to the bodyguard.

"Please get in the car, Miss Gu."

The bodyguard pushed the door open again.

The bamboo pole, bearing his weight, bent towards the courtyard, and the door latch creaked as it rubbed against the wooden groove.

Su Niannian lifted the spatula, the edge of the pot brushing against the bamboo door.

"Let's see who dares to touch her!"

Bai Weiwei held the door latch.

"He Wenzhou, if you let them take another step forward, you won't even get soup at tonight's dinner."

Ye Xingyu pressed down on the door frame, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.

She said she wouldn't reply.

The sounds from inside the courtyard clashed together.

The stove fire burned with firewood, the wind swirled the bamboo leaves, and the spatula once again tapped against the door frame.

The bamboo fence gate to the backyard was pushed open.

Chen Lang carried his wood-chopping axe into the courtyard.

A black vest clung to his shoulders and back, a few wood shavings clinging to his shoulders. The axe handle pressed against his shoulder, the blade swinging back and forth with each step.

Dr. Martens boots stepped over the scattered firewood.

He walked slowly, and his hand gripping the axe handle never changed position.

Several bodyguards outside the courtyard gate turned around at the same time.

The bodyguard standing at the front raised his arm to block He Wenzhou, while pressing his other hand down to his waist.

His gaze moved from where Chen Lang had landed to the axe handle, and then swept over the still shoulder line.

"Mr. He, don't let anyone into the hospital yet."

He leaned close to He Wenzhou and lowered his voice.

"This person has practiced."

He Wenzhou did not turn around.

"Chopping a few pieces of firewood counts as practicing?"

"He carried the axe for more than twenty steps, his breathing remained unchanged, and the axe blade did not deviate."

The bodyguard's Adam's apple bobbed.

I don't recommend trying it.