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Shen Qingci remained standing in front of Gu Qingshang.

As Chen Lang passed by her, her gaze followed him to the bamboo gate.

In the morning, through the RV window, I could only feel the power of those movements.

Now that all four professional bodyguards were kept outside the courtyard, she realized how much force Chen Lang had been holding back.

Chen Lang didn't chase after him, nor did he reach for the axe by the wall.

Ye Xingyu and Su Niannian stood guard at the door frame, while Bai Weiwei fastened the bolt again.

Gu Qingshang was holding the helmet, with the pen that hadn't been entered into the marriage contract at his feet.

Chen Lang turned his body to the side, blocking all the views coming from outside the door.

"Listen carefully."

His voice wasn't loud, and the SUV's alarm stopped just then.

"They're standing behind me, so you can't touch them."

The lead bodyguard supported his right arm and did not step forward again.

The second bodyguard held onto the front of the car, his breathing becoming heavier with each breath, while the third leaned against the car door, rubbing his legs.

The last person to climb into the yard turned his shoulder, raising his arm halfway before letting it fall.

They had received the same training and knew their teammates' skill levels.

Because they knew this, no one touched the bamboo door again.

The four exchanged glances, and finally all looked at the lead bodyguard.

The lead bodyguard gritted his teeth and shook his head at He Wenzhou.

He Wenzhou stood in the mud, his shoes covered in mud.

The assistant stood behind, holding a stack of folded insoles, his hand raised in mid-air, unsure whether to lay them out or put them away.

The custom-made leather shoes worth hundreds of thousands were trampled in the mud, mud dripping down the trouser legs. The dignity of the wealthy family was shattered in the face of absolute force.

The people they brought didn't even cross the courtyard gate.

Chen Lang glanced at the insole.

"Mr. He, the ground is dirty."

He flashed his signature smile, and the pale beauty mark at the corner of his left eye shone in the sunlight.

"Let's get back in the car."

"If you stand there a little longer, your shoes will look no different from ordinary people's shoes."

[A person with eight years of combat sports experience says: He uses joint control and dynamic force dissipation from the Systema system, and also incorporates close-quarters grappling. His movements are as clean as a military manual.]

He controlled his landing point the entire time. The bodyguards were in pain, but no one hit the back of their heads, and no one in the courtyard was injured. Controlling his strength was harder than knocking them down!

[The shoe insole assistant has applied for immediate resignation! He didn't even manage to secure the person, and the shoes have already lost their prestigious reputation.]

[Ms. Shen stared at his hands for a long time just now; was she also getting to know this man again?]

Parkour, rock climbing, rope rescue, heavy motorcycles—now military combat has joined the fray. Brother Lang, what identity is your failed exam report card concealing?

[Here's the scariest part: his breathing didn't falter at all from beginning to end.]

"With them standing behind me, you can't touch them. Who understands the weight of that phrase combined with the power of one person clearing the area! Pure and effective wife protection!"

He Wenzhou looked down at the shoe.

Muddy water dripped down his trouser legs, the collar of his gray shirt was open, and his tie clip was clutched in his palm.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Chen Lang's shoulder and landing in the courtyard.

Gu Qingshang took half a step out from behind Shen Qingci.

"Wenzhou".

She tucked the pearl-white helmet under her arm, her voice steady.

"I know exactly how many places you've gone to, including the medical team, the Swiss hospital beds, and the Gu family's guarantee."

He Wenzhou held the marriage contract in his hand, but did not respond.

Gu Qingshang looked at the creases on the paper.

"I don't accept your bringing people here today. I acknowledge your kindness in arranging treatment for Grandpa and leaving a way out for the Gu family."

The assistant stood next to the SUV and put away the folded insoles that had been lifted halfway into the air.

Gu Qingshang took out his phone and pulled up several medical records.

Give me three months.

He Wenzhou frowned.

"Three months?"

"The medical team's assessment of Grandpa is also three months." Gu Qingshang turned the screen towards him.

"I'll use this time to find Cheng Shou-chou. I'll trace every line of inquiry, from his medical records and prescriptions to the consultation records at the foot of Cangshan Mountain."

"You're betting on someone whose address can't be found?"

"right."

Gu Qingshang put the phone back in his hand.

"I'll take responsibility for this gamble. I'll receive daily updates on my grandfather's condition, and I'll participate in medical consultations remotely. If his vital signs worsen and require a family member's signature, I'll return immediately."

She paused for a moment, her gaze falling on He Wenzhou's face.

"I will submit an asset disposal and restructuring plan for the Gu family's debts. I will also meticulously record the time and connections the He family has invested."

"But I can't go with you for these three months, and I won't sign the marriage contract."

He Wenzhou's jaw tightened.

"What if you still can't find Cheng Shouzhou after three months?"

Gu Qingshang remained silent for a few seconds.

A breeze swept through the courtyard wall, ruffling her long hair by her ears. Her pearl earrings gleamed warmly in the sunlight.

"Three months later, after investigating all the leads and finding no one, and with no improvement in the patient's condition—I will go back home, join the board of directors, and take over everything that is my responsibility."

"Including engagement?"

Gu Qingshang gripped the edge of the helmet, his knuckles clenching.

"Including engagement."

The courtyard quieted down.

Shen Qingci looked up at her, the black sandalwood beads gently touching her wrist. Bai Weiwei was still holding the latch, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

Gu Qingshang raised his face.

"After three months, I still couldn't save Grandpa. I couldn't find another way. Perhaps this is my fate. When that time comes, I will follow the family's arrangements."

He Wenzhou loosened his grip on the marriage contract.

Are you sure?

"Sure."

Gu Qingshang met his gaze through the bamboo door.

"These past three months have been neither about shirking responsibility nor about delaying the engagement. I've only been fighting for my grandfather's last chance to live and for myself one last choice."

"Wenzhou, you wanted to save Grandpa, you wanted to save the Gu family. I admit you did something, but I won't let you go back empty-handed today."

"I'll give you a written commitment. Within three months, I will keep you updated on the medical progress every day, attend consultations on time, and come up with a debt relief plan for the Gu family."

"The deadline has passed. I haven't found Cheng Shouzhou, and I can't come up with a more effective solution than marriage. I will go back and fulfill my promise."

She raised her hand and pointed to the marriage contract.

"Now, take it back."

"Stop sending people to block the door, and stop using Grandpa's treatment to force me into the car. If you push me too far, all I'll give you is a rejection."

He Wenzhou stared at her for a long time.

"What makes you guarantee you can find the person within three months?"

"I can't guarantee that," Gu Qingshang replied frankly. "I can only guarantee that I won't miss any clues and that I won't spend these three months hiding in Dali doing nothing."

I pulled up that yellowed prescription.

"Ten years ago, someone lived for seven more years thanks to this combined treatment. As long as Cheng Shou-chou is still practicing medicine near Cangshan, I will do my best to find him."

"You'll have to gamble with Old Master Gu for the rest of his life."

"The Swiss team continued treatment, and I continued searching for help; I pursued both paths simultaneously."

Gu Qingshang turned off the screen.

"If the He family is willing to retain the consultation channel, I will remember this favor. Once the three-month period is up, whatever the outcome, I will give the He family an explanation."

"I only ask you to give me this one chance."

She looked at He Wenzhou with a gentle expression.

"Don't push me to the point where I have no choice but to accept my fate before I even finish the last step."

The off-road vehicle's alarm had stopped long ago.

Four bodyguards stood guard beside the car, one supporting the arm and the other holding the front of the car; no one approached the bamboo gate.

He Wenzhou looked down at the marriage contract confirmation. The rejection statement lay across the last page, the date and time clearly written.

"Send me a written commitment tonight."

Gu Qingshang nodded.

"Before twelve o'clock."

"Include the arrangements for three months from now as well."

She was silent for a moment.

"it is good."

"Grandpa's medical team holds a meeting every morning at nine o'clock."

"Send me the meeting link."

He Wenzhou put the engagement contract back into the dark red envelope and handed it to his assistant.

"Send me a copy of Cheng Shouzhou's clues. The He family doesn't enter the village, so you can check their transportation, accommodation, and old files."

Gu Qingshang looked at him and loosened his grip on the helmet slightly.

"Thanks."

He Wenzhou turned and walked towards the SUV, took two steps, and then stopped.

I've sent you the hospital address.

"I will contact the attending physician after I receive it."

He turned his head to the side, his gaze sweeping over the stone table and stove in the courtyard.

"Are you still planning to stay here for dinner?"

Gu Qingshang looked at the stove.

Su Niannian was still holding the spatula, Bai Weiwei was guarding the door, and Ye Xingyu was holding onto the wooden stool that had been knocked askew.

Shen Qingci stood beside her, her shoes stained with mud from the vegetable garden, and black sandalwood beads pressed against her wrist.

Chen Lang leaned against the bamboo door, the sawdust still clinging to his vest.

The people in the courtyard were busy all afternoon.

Freshly baked flower cakes were laid out on the stone table, and cleaned rose petals were placed in a bamboo sieve.

The sour soup simmered with fish slices, and the pungent aroma of Litsea cubeba wafted over the courtyard wall. The tables and chairs that had been knocked askew by the bodyguards had not yet been fully put back in place, but most of the bowls and chopsticks had already been set out.

Gu Qingshang raised her hand to gather her long hair behind her shoulder and turned to face the crowd.

"It's over."

She first took the latch from Bai Weiwei, made sure the bamboo door was securely fastened, and then pressed the spatula that Su Niannian had been holding for a long time back to the stove.

"The person is gone, and we've secured the three-month guarantee. You don't need to guard the gate, and you don't need to go hungry with me."

Bai Weiwei looked at her, her hand still resting on the door.

"Sister Qing Shang, are you really alright?"

Gu Qingshang placed the pearl-white helmet back in the center of the stone table, with the buckle facing right, and only looked up after straightening it.

"Something's up. Write a commitment tonight, attend the consultation at nine tomorrow morning, and after dinner, organize the clues about Cheng Shou-chou."

She picked up an empty bowl and placed it next to Su Niannian.

"So we should eat first."

Gu Qingshang glanced around at the people in the courtyard, his tone still gentle, each word spoken with composure.

"You guys have been busy all afternoon preparing this meal. Awei dug out the vegetables, Xingyu baked the pancakes, Niannian watched over the sour soup, and Qingci even picked out the rose petals twice."

"After Chen Lang finished chopping firewood, he also saved the courtyard gate a repair cost."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"Only repair fees? What about the security guard job you just did?"

Gu Qingshang looked at him, a smile appearing on her lips.

"I'll give you the biggest fish."

Su Niannian immediately lifted the pot lid, and the steam carrying the spicy aroma rose to the eaves.

"I can testify to this: the largest one originally belonged to him."

"That's called earned income." Chen Lang pulled out a chair next to the stone table. "Boss Gu did a bit to save costs by giving this favor."