So that’s what it is!
Ling Chen almost forgot, Su Lin is a hardcore fan of Tang Shiyun. After so thought, he nodded slightly and said, "Sure, if I have ti, I’ll arrange for you to et her."
"Great, you said it, so it’s a deal." After speaking, Su Lin got off the car happily.
After Su Lin left, Nanrong Hao nudged Ling Chen’s arm and gave him an ambiguous smile, "Chen, you’re impressive."
"What?" Ling Chen looked at Nanrong Hao in confusion and asked, "What did I do?"
"Chen, my cousin isn’t here, so why pretend with ?" Nanrong Hao chuckled quietly, "You really got lucky this ti."
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen finally understood Nanrong Hao’s implication and retorted irritably, "I’m in this state already, and you’re still gloating. Do you believe I won’t tell your sister about this? Alright, if there’s nothing else, scoot. I need to head back."
After Nanrong Hao got out of the car, Ling Chen suddenly thought of sothing and quickly called out to him, "By the way! If you have ti, get together with Xiong. He has it tough, don’t hold any grudges against him."
Nanrong Hao grinned, "Co on, Chen, do I look like soone who’s unreasonable and narrow-minded? Don’t worry, I’m well aware of what Xiong has done. He’s practically our hero; I’m grateful to him, so how could I bear grudges? You really underestimate ."
"Alright, as long as you understand. I have to head back now. Keep an eye on your sister these days, and call directly if anything cos up." After saying this, Ling Chen started the car and drove straight ho.
By the ti he got ho, it was already past eleven at night.
Seeing the lights were still on in the living room, Ling Chen knew that Yang Qingling was definitely still awake, presumably waiting for him to return. Walking into the house, he saw Yang Qingling sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a TV show.
Hearing the door open, Yang Qingling turned to look at Ling Chen as he approached and asked, "Why did you co back so late?"
"Got held up by so things. Mom, it’s almost twelve o’clock, why aren’t you asleep yet?"
"I couldn’t sleep until you ca ho. Alright then, since you’re back, I’ll go to bed now. You should get so rest too," Yang Qingling said as she stood up. In truth, she understood what Ling Chen was up to, but chose not to say it outright. In her eyes, her son was already an adult, with his own thinking and independence, as well as responsibilities to shoulder. So, rather than adding to his stress, she chose not to question him.
"Oh, right!" As she was walking to the stairs, Yang Qingling suddenly rembered sothing and turned back, "There’s a letter for you from a friend on the dining table."
"A friend of mine?" Ling Chen paused, a bit perplexed. In this day and age, who still sends letters? What’s even stranger is that he just moved here, and very few people knew his address. Who could have sent it?
Thinking of this, Ling Chen quickly went to the dining room and saw a white envelope on the table.
Picking up the envelope, there was no na on the outside, not even a stamp. Ling Chen imdiately opened the envelope and drew out the letter paper inside.
As soon as he saw the neat handwriting on the paper, Ling Chen imdiately knew who had sent the letter.
Leng Feifei!
The content of the letter was simple, rely informing Ling Chen that she had gone abroad for studies. She explained that instead of calling, she chose to write because she didn’t know how to phrase what she wanted to say. At the end of the letter, Leng Feifei left a sentence, hoping that Ling Chen could give her so ti and a chance.
Folding the letter back, Ling Chen gave a wry smile. He only had friendship with Leng Feifei, nothing more, but now they had beco intimately involved, leaving him quite troubled.
For the ti being, Ling Chen set aside the issue of Leng Feifei’s pursuit. What worried him most now was Nanrong Wanqing; he wondered if Su Lin could soothe her emotions and have her forgive him.
...
The next morning.
Ling Chen woke up, yawning and got up to walk to the window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside. Although the price of this villa was a bit high, the environnt of the community was undeniable, with lush greenery everywhere.
Breathing in the fresh air outside the window, Ling Chen walked out of the bedroom and down to the dining room.
At this ti, Yang Yan and Gong iling were already up. Older folks often enjoy morning exercises to stretch their muscles, and Yang Yan was no different. Fortunately, there was a large garden outside the villa where Yang Yan could move freely.
"Grandma." Ling Chen peeked into the kitchen and saw Gong iling preparing breakfast. Slling the fragrance coming from the pot, Ling Chen smiled and asked, "What’s for breakfast today?"
"I’m making corn porridge and ham sandwiches. You go sit for a while; breakfast will be ready soon." Gong iling had a heart full of affection for this grandson of hers. After years of wandering abroad, it’s rare to return and enjoy a peaceful old age, all thanks to her grandson.
Coming out from indoors, Ling Chen imdiately saw Yang Yan in the middle of the lawn posing, practicing Tai Chi Boxing.
Being a master on the Earthly List, Ling Chen had so understanding of Tai Chi Boxing. Tai Chi is a kind of Inner Boxing, focused on overcoming hardness with softness and using minimal force to exert maximum power. However, as Tai Chi Boxing has evolved over ti, most forms are now aid at health and fitness, rather than competitive fighting. Therefore, there are very few masters of Tai Chi Boxing.
Ling Chen stood by and watched for a while, and Yang Yan slowly finished his routine, exhaling a long breath.
Seeing his grandson enjoying the performance, Yang Yan smiled and waved to Ling Chen, signaling him to co over.
"Grandpa, for soone your age, you’ve got the vitality of a young man."
Yang Yan laughed heartily, "You cheeky boy, quit flattery. I’m half in the grave already; how could I compare with you young folks? Hey! Is your grandma’s breakfast ready yet?"
"Not yet, Grandma said it’ll be a little longer."
"Co on, let’s go for a walk outside, and then we’ll co back for breakfast."
"Okay."
With Grandpa making the call, Ling Chen naturally wouldn’t refuse. The two stepped outside the courtyard, walking side by side on the stone-paved path, chatting occasionally.
"Ling Chen, your mom said your skills are quite good?"
"They’re just okay, not that impressive," Ling Chen replied modestly.
"I always wanted to practice martial arts, but unfortunately, by the ti I considered it, I was too old. Plus, I focused all my energy on running the company and didn’t have ti. By the ti I made it in my career, I was already in my forties and fifties. At that ti, I invited many Martial Arts masters, hoping to learn so boxing to stay healthy. But those so-called Martial Arts masters cared only for fa and fortune, they weren’t real experts."
"Later, while traveling with friends, I passed by a dilapidated Taoist temple and t an old Taoist priest who had been watching over that temple for over sixty years. With the intent of doing good, I donated so money and had the temple restored. Little did I know I’d find an unexpected reward."
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