"..." Upon hearing ng Liang speak, Leng i couldn’t help but furrow her brows. She never expected the normally upright and low-profile Uncle ng to make such a joke. Though she appeared cool and detached, Leng i’s heart was also racing after hearing ng Liang’s words. She knew that a wedding with Lin Feng was nearly impossible, as Ding Wan’er was Lin Feng’s publicly known fiancée. If a wedding were to take place, it would be with Ding Wan’er, but deep down, Leng i still hoped that Lin Feng would have a ceremony with her, even if it were just a simple, private one. She would be completely satisfied.
"Uncle ng, we don’t know when my sister is getting married yet, so you’ll have to wait for your big gift," Leng Hao said upon hearing the conversation. If he couldn’t read the situation now, he’d really be a fool. It was clear now; Grandpa Chen and the others had already noticed the special relationship between his sister and Lin Feng, and it seed like they were quite supportive. This wasn’t a good sign, and Leng Hao was really anxious. However, given the circumstances, he couldn’t express any clear disapproval. Doing so would surely hurt his sister’s feelings, and that was absolutely unacceptable.
Leng Hao racked his brain but couldn’t co up with a good solution. The only certainty was that he could only persuade Lin Feng to stay away from his sister when no one else was around. Only in this way could he avoid hurting his sister. If Lin Feng truly disregarded his feelings, Leng Hao wouldn’t mind resorting to other thods. But for now, in this setting, he could only speak in ambiguities, which would not offend his sister but would subtly convey his disapproval of her relationship with Lin Feng. That would be enough.
"Lin Feng, co sit by ," ng Ping motioned Lin Feng to co and sit beside him. After a few jokes, seeing that Leng i didn’t seem too happy, ng Ping changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on this issue any longer. Going on about it could make Leng i, who was thin-skinned and cold by nature, genuinely angry, which would be counterproductive.
"Elder ng, based on your current condition, there’s nothing seriously wrong. I’ll prescribe you two sets of tonics for your body later, and that should be about it," Lin Feng said naturally as he sat down next to ng Ping, understanding his intent. Lin Feng was all too happy not to focus on the complications between himself and Leng i, so he cooperated with ng Ping to shift the conversation.
"Hmm, those are minor issues. Oh, right, Lin Feng, now I’m really curious—where did Old Chen and Elder Leng dig up a treasure like you?" ng Ping, instantly impressed by Lin Feng’s understanding, realized that Lin Feng was no ordinary young man—it wasn’t common to find soone who could grasp the situation with just a word. But now ng Ping was even more curious about how soone as remarkable as Lin Feng was discovered by Leng Hui and Chen Guisheng, and how they even tacitly approved of him being with Leng i. Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help but ask.
"There’s nothing strange about it. I’m actually a French teacher at Yingbo University, teaching in Leng i’s language school. It was by chance that I helped treat Elder Leng once, and that’s all there is to it," Lin Feng said casually. There was nothing to hide in these known facts, easily verifiable by ng Ping if he wished, so being direct was best.
"Ah! I never imagined you were Leng i’s French teacher. Heh, I didn’t expect a French teacher to possess such superb dical skills," ng Ping chuckled even more upon hearing Lin Feng’s words. So that’s how it was. No wonder Leng i and Lin Feng got together; they worked in the sa place. He was also aware of the incident with Leng Hui falling ill in Tianhai and didn’t realize it had been Lin Feng who cured him. Nor did he anticipate that Lin Feng would save his life today.
However, ng Ping could hear from Lin Feng’s casual tone that there was no pretense at all. For soone with such godlike dical skills to remain unarrogant and instead calm and low-profile was exceedingly rare nowadays. Lin Feng was indeed talented—a true talent. With such composure, his future was boundless!
"It’s rely so rudintary knowledge learned from my master, nothing remarkable," Lin Feng said lightly, his mind inadvertently going back to his nominal master. Even though Lin Feng had gone through all the ancient books on the island, he knew that compared to his master, his dical skills were not at all remarkable, as he still couldn’t decipher the ingredients in so of the dicines brought back by his master.
"You’re too humble. Elder Leng, you’re really lucky to have co across Lin Feng," ng Ping said, shaking his head helplessly. He was quite envious. Such youthfulness in people like Lin Feng was rare, and Leng Hui and Chen Guisheng were fortunate to have found him. He now wondered why he wasn’t the lucky one, and thought perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea to consider forming a bond like adopting a goddaughter because missing out on Lin Feng would indeed be a great loss.
"That’s true. From the first glance, I knew he was no ordinary person. After all, he’s the one who can easily defeat at chess. You know what that ans," Leng Hui said with pride when he heard ng Ping’s words. He rembered feeling that Lin Feng was extraordinary the first ti he t him, and then being completely defeated by Lin Feng in chess confird it. There were hardly any people in the country who could beat him, let alone decisively, apart from Lin Feng!
"Ah! Haha, interesting! Once I’m better, you must play a couple of gas of chess with , Lin Feng," ng Ping was delighted by the surprise Leng Hui revealed. As a chess enthusiast who often played chess with Leng Hui, ng Ping was well aware of Leng Hui’s skill level. He was one of the few who could occasionally win against Leng Hui, which made him even more interested in Lin Feng. A French teacher, a master of dicine, and a chess expert? Fascinating, truly fascinating!
"That’s no problem."
"ng Ping, I’m looking forward to seeing you lose."
"Haha, it’s all good if I lose, haha."
"You seem to take it well. By the way, I’ve had my eye on that chess set of yours for a long ti."
"Elder ng, next ti you guys are playing chess with Lin Feng, count in as a spectator."
"Sure thing, we can have a few drinks together when we’re free in the evening."
"Looks like you’re in a good mood, haha, it’s a deal then."
...
The three elders in the room started chatting happily, all about Lin Feng. Lin Feng didn’t interfere, and seeing ng Ping’s health had fully recovered—a re two-day coma, leaving him only a little weak—Lin Feng also felt quite cheerful.
Leng i listened as the three elders constantly praised Lin Feng, feeling warm inside, yet she still stood by with her usual cool deanor. However, her gaze occasionally drifted towards Lin Feng, filled with warmth.
ng Liang wouldn’t dream of interrupting the joy of the three old n. His father’s illness had just improved and since neither Lin Feng nor Chen Guisheng had expressed any concerns, it was a sign his father was truly out of danger. Why would he interrupt? Besides, listening to the conversation made ng Liang happy knowing his father was happy—that was what mattered most.
However, as he listened, he realized that what Lin Feng had shown was just the tip of the iceberg. He was amazed that such an incredible young man existed in this world. Looking at Lin Feng, then at Leng i, his heart was filled with joy, and he couldn’t help but smile. Today was indeed a happy day—his father was finally alright.
Leng Hao listened silently at the side, not saying a word. But his eyes were firmly fixed on his sister and Lin Feng. Seeing the way his sister looked at Lin Feng, his heart tasted an indescribable bitterness. How could his sister fall for Lin Feng? Despite all the praise from Grandpa and the others, Leng Hao still felt Lin Feng wasn’t right for his sister. After much thought, he even rationalized his reason—Lin Feng was too young for her!
Deep down, Leng Hao knew exactly why he felt this way. A pretty boy like that, what right did he have to chase after his sister, to make such an outstanding woman’s heart flutter? The eldest senior brother was the one truly suited for her. Leng Hao felt a deep-seated aversion to Lin Feng—for reasons even he didn’t quite understand.
...
Unnoticed, ti passed, and the sky gradually darkened.
Eventually, Leng Hui noticed it was getting quite late and took the initiative to wrap up the conversation, signaling it was ti for everyone to rest. He also asked Leng i to arrange a guest room for Lin Feng. During his stay in Capital City, Lin Feng would be staying with the Leng Family. Lin Feng didn’t object as he found it comfortable staying there, so he followed Leng i back to his room.
After settling Lin Feng in his room, Leng i excused herself to take care of sothing and then left.
Lin Feng closed his room door and planned to lie down and rest. However, to his surprise, just as he approached the bed, Leng Hao walked in.
"Why are you here?" Lin Feng, seeing Leng Hao’s icy deanor, was quite puzzled. How had he ended up in his room?
"Lin Feng, stay away from my sister!" Leng Hao’s voice was cold and direct, revealing his intention. He had wanted to warn Lin Feng earlier, but with so many people around, he hadn’t found the chance. Seeing Lin Feng returning to his room to rest, and with his sister also gone, he had pushed open Lin Feng’s door and entered.
"Stay away from your sister?" Lin Feng looked at Leng Hao and imdiately understood his intent. He found it amusing and couldn’t help laughing inside, thinking how interesting Leng i’s brother was, getting involved in his sister’s affairs. Shaking his head with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow, he felt bemused yet more curious as to why Leng Hao opposed him being with Leng i.
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