CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 151 PROMISE

After that, he called Lu Zhenhua to explain the situation.

To Lu Zeming’s surprise, Lu Zhenhua, who previously would be extremely anxious upon hearing that Wu Mei had a minor scratch, was particularly calm this time, "Is she still alive?"

Lu Zeming was taken aback, moved the phone away to carefully check the number displayed on it, confirming that he hadn’t dialed wrong and indeed called his biological father, before he replied, utterly puzzled, with a "Yes." "Dad, aren’t you coming to take a look?"

Lu Zhenhua sounded impatient, "No, I have other things to do, I’m hanging up now!"

Look after Wu Mei and Lu Zefang?

Heh, they ended up in this predicament of their own doing, didn’t they?

He had already told them not to make fools of themselves anymore. These two just wouldn’t listen and insisted on trying their luck at the hospital. Now they’ve come across luck indeed—eight lifetimes of bad luck!

Listening to the dead line on the phone, Lu Zeming began to question life, wondering how things came to be this way.

It all started the day Lu Zechuan disappeared, when his parents and sister attempted to take his place and seize control of Lu Group’s assets, while he did nothing and allowed his family to wreak havoc...

Was he innocent?

In a way, no, he wasn’t.

To witness family making mistakes and do nothing is actually to condone the wrongdoing, to be an accomplice!

Lu Zeming laughed at himself bitingly and silently stayed by Wu Mei’s bedside.

Even if Wu Mei was severely mistaken, she was still his biological mother in the end. He could not just abandon her and stand by idly!

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Upon returning to the Lu Family, Lu Zechuan began contemplating his engagement with Xia Mian.

Having no experience with his first engagement, Lu Zechuan pondered over it and called Fu Jingtian.

Fu Jingtian, being a warm-hearted person, upon hearing that Lu Zechuan planned to get engaged to Xia Mian, eagerly began offering suggestions on what gifts to present to the fiancé, the amount of betrothal money, the dowry...

Lu Zechuan listened attentively, afraid of missing a word and thereby neglecting the girl he cherished in his heart.

Meanwhile, Xia Mian returned to the Song Family Villa. In the week Xia Mian was absent, Song Juan became restless when she couldn’t see Xia Mian for even a moment. Seeing Xia Mian entering, her anxious heart finally settled down.

"Mianmian, you’re finally back!" Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief, smiling gently, "Hungry? I’ve made your favorite sweet and sour ribs and boiled fish. I’ll heat it up for you!"

Saying so, Song Juan stood up and went to the kitchen.

Xia Mian sat on the sofa, watching Song Juan’s busy figure through the frosted glass in the kitchen, feeling her heart fill with happiness and a tender warmth.

This is what it feels like to be thought of and missed by someone.

At the same time, in the Ji Family, Ji Hua, who had been tormented for a week by the ancestors, finally could sleep peacefully after receiving the talisman from Xia Mian.

Not long after falling asleep, Ji Hua was visited by the ancestral spirit once more.

This time, instead of escaping, Ji Hua followed Xia Mian’s instructions and kept calling out to the ancestral spirit, "Go find Ji Ling, go find Ji Ling!! Go find Ji Ling!!!"

Before, Ji Hua still held onto sibling ties, but the Ji Family’s recent troubles were linked in part to that unlucky child, Ji Ling, causing Ji Hua to harbor some resentment toward Ji Ling.

The Ji Family ancestral spirit, who had been chasing Ji Hua, stopped.

After chasing Ji Hua for so many days, this was the first time today that he could hear a word from his descendant.

Find Ji Ling?

Did Ji Ling take what belonged to him?

The ancestral spirit, being quick on the uptake, immediately let Ji Hua be and went off to find Ji Ling.

Since returning from the cemetery last time, Ji Ling’s health had been weak and she had been confined to her room, spending eighteen out of twenty-four hours asleep.

Finding Ji Ling was much easier than finding Ji Hua for the ancestral spirit.

Ji Ling was sleeping soundly when the ancestral spirit suddenly jumped into her dream, chasing her to return what she took.

Though dreaming, Ji Ling was nearly frightened to death, scrambling away in a panic.

The Ji Family ancestral spirit pursued her relentlessly until Ji Ling was nearly exhausted, when something finally fell from her.

The ancestral spirit was overjoyed upon seeing the object and immediately rushed over to pick it up.

Ji Ling was so terrified she didn’t dare look back to see what the ancestral spirit had retrieved.

Once again, everything went black in front of her and Ji Ling fell into a deep sleep.

***

On the third day after Xia Mian returned from the Mystical World, Ji Changlong, Ji Changxing, and Ji Changfa together visited, earnestly inviting Xia Mian to visit the Ji Family to help Ji Chenggong treat his leg.

Helping Ji Chenggong with his leg treatment was something Xia Mian had promised from the start, so with a slight preparation and informing Song Juan, she headed out.

Upon seeing Xia Mian again, Ji Chenggong was more thrilled than meeting his own ancestor!

"Miss Xia!" Ji Chenggong placed both hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, attempting to stand, but unfortunately, the effect of Xia Mian’s previous treatment had faded, and despite using all his strength, Ji Chenggong was unable to stand.

"Mr. Ji, don’t worry." Xia Mian smiled, signaling Ji Chenggong to stay calm.

Ji Chenggong laughed at himself sardonically, "Sorry to make you laugh, Miss Xia."

He had been in a wheelchair for so many years, and upon hearing there was hope he could stand again, inevitably got a little too excited.

"That’s understandable." Xia Mian spoke calmly, "Let me see how your leg has recovered."

She said, bending slightly, gently tapping Ji Chenggong’s knee area, "Can you feel anything?"

Ji Chenggong shook his head, "No."

Xia Mian squinted thoughtfully, "What about here?"

She tapped gently on the side of Ji Chenggong’s lower leg.

Ji Chenggong shook his head faintly once more.

Xia Mian didn’t continue tapping but took out an acupuncture kit, "Please find a place to lie down, Mr. Ji, so I can administer the needles."

Ji Changlong, Ji Changfa, and Ji Changxing hurried over to assist Ji Chenggong in lying down on the sofa.

Once Ji Chenggong was settled, Xia Mian spread out her acupuncture kit on the coffee table and began slowly pulling out the silver needles, speaking nonchalantly, "Just relax, Mr. Ji."

Ji Chenggong acknowledged with a sound, but his nerves were a little tense.

His leg had been impaired for many years, and now that he finally had a chance at recovery, how could he truly relax?

"Have you been resting well recently, Mr. Ji?" Xia Mian engaged Ji Chenggong in conversation while lightly pressing needles into the points at Xiyangguan, Yanglingquan, Heding, Ashi...

As Xia Mian twisted the silver needles into place, a surge of warmth immediately flowed into Ji Chenggong’s legs.

Ji Chenggong felt indescribably comfortable all over, and his previously numb legs began regaining sensation.

Ji Chenggong’s face lit up with pleasure, "I can feel it, there’s sensation!"

Ji Changlong, Ji Changfa, and Ji Changxing were also happy for Ji Chenggong, looking at Xia Mian with even more admiration.

How did this young girl manage to do it?!

Clearly, they’d previously taken their father to see Chinese medicine practitioners and had acupuncture done, but it had no effect!

Why did their father regain sensation the moment Xia Mian’s needles went in?