Chapter Seventy: Zhuo Nan’s Culinary Fortune…

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Wang Li was somewhat dazed. She and her husband had worked at the factory for so many years, but their connections never seemed as good as Zhuo Nan’s. A crowd of people surged into the hospital room, asking all sorts of questions. Not long after, that afternoon, someone called Dongfang Swooping Swallow brought a group of doctors to the ward, saying they were specialists from the capital, here for a consultation. After reviewing the surgical report and performing clinical examinations, these experts concluded that the patient would wake up the next morning. What astonished them even more was that the surgical incision was healing rapidly—something they had never seen before. The only explanation was the injured person’s extraordinary constitution. Really, did they need to say that?

Still, the experts’ conclusion made Wang Li happy. No matter what, the most important thing was for Nan Nan to wake up. After lingering in the ward for a while, the crowd dispersed...

"Lan Qian, you should head home too..." Once everyone was gone, Wang Li spoke.

"Sister Li, I’m fine, I’ll stay here with him," Lan Qian replied softly, shaking her head.

Wang Li smiled gently, took Lan Qian’s hand, and said, "I know you like this child, but you do realize he already has someone, don’t you?"

Lan Qian blushed and nodded shyly, but quickly regained her spirit, saying, "Sister Li, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t mind."

Wang Li’s mouth fell open, thinking, "My son is really that impressive..." She laughed and said, "Young people’s affairs are beyond me..."

Lan Qian smiled, "Sister Li, you’re not so old yourself..."

Wang Li chuckled, "Lan Qian, if you really end up with Zhuo Nan, you won’t be calling me ‘sister’ anymore..."

"Ah..." Lan Qian looked at Wang Li in surprise, then quickly understood, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she dared not meet her gaze.

"Lan Qian, it’s late. You should go home. Lan Lan is already asleep here. Help me take her tonight, will you?" Wang Li gently stroked Zhuo Lan Lan, who was lying on the bed, and continued, "She’ll be your little sister-in-law, after all..." Her brow was full of laughter, and Lan Qian was so embarrassed she could only stand up and say, "Alright, I’ll take Lan Lan home first and come back to see him in the morning."

"Mm..." Wang Li smiled and nodded. "Be careful on your way."

"Don’t worry, Sister Li..." With that, she picked up the sleeping Zhuo Lan Lan and left. Wang Li had been so direct, she really couldn’t stay any longer. Was she supposed to call her ‘mother’ already? Zhuo Nan hadn’t agreed yet... Thinking of this, Lan Qian’s cheeks grew warm...

At the hotel, Dongfang Zhiyi sat on the sofa, paying no attention to the television. Her mind was filled with Zhuo Nan’s face. Suddenly she realized that boy was actually quite handsome... "What am I thinking?" Dongfang Zhiyi quickly shook her head, trying to banish his image from her mind. But the harder she tried to forget, the more it lingered before her eyes. Dongfang Zhiyi forced herself not to think about Zhuo Nan, but her head was full of him...

"I can’t possibly have fallen for him... Impossible, absolutely impossible. I’m only grateful, grateful he saved my life..." Dongfang Zhiyi kept denying her feelings to herself.

Just then, Dongfang Swooping Swallow pushed open the door. "Nanny, how’s he doing?" Dongfang Zhiyi realized immediately she’d made a mistake—why was her first reaction to care about that boy?

Dongfang Swooping Swallow smiled and sat beside her. "The capital’s experts said he’ll definitely wake up tomorrow morning. There’s something odd—the wound is healing on its own, and at a remarkable speed..."

Dongfang Zhiyi asked in surprise, "Is that possible? What did the doctors say?"

Dongfang Swooping Swallow shrugged, "What else can they say? Their only conclusion is that he’s incredibly healthy..."

Dongfang Zhiyi stood up and paced a few steps, then looked up and said, "Nanny, help me stew some ginseng and black chicken soup. I’ll bring it to him in the morning..."

Dongfang Swooping Swallow thought she’d misheard. "When did Miss learn to care about others?" Dongfang Zhiyi had been raised by her, had literally grown up on her milk. Nanny, nanny—she was half a mother. "Miss, could it be…?"

Dongfang Zhiyi immediately retorted, "Nanny, don’t read too much into it..." But seeing Dongfang Swooping Swallow’s expression, she realized she’d exposed herself.

"Miss, why are you so nervous? I haven’t said anything, have I..." Dongfang Swooping Swallow said with a smile.

"Nanny... you... oh, I’m not talking to you anymore." Dongfang Zhiyi’s girlish side was unmistakable in front of her.

Dongfang Swooping Swallow, on the contrary, calmed down, and said seriously, "Miss, you’re the future heir of the Dongfang family. You must know that your marriage can only be decided by the master..."

"Nanny, enough, I know what I’m doing." Dongfang Zhiyi cut her off halfway. "Nanny, go make the soup. I’m tired, I’ll sleep now..." Without looking back, she walked to the bedroom. Dongfang Swooping Swallow watched her silhouette and shook her head helplessly.

Fu Xinxin finished all the housework at home and was about to watch TV when the phone in the living room rang. Thinking it was her father calling, she answered, "Hello..."

"Fu Xinxin? It’s Shi Yang. Can you come downstairs? I’m waiting by your building..." Shi Yang’s voice was anxious.

Fu Xinxin thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I’ll be right down..." She hung up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.

Shi Yang was pacing anxiously outside, brows furrowed. "Shi Yang..." Hearing Fu Xinxin call his name, he immediately approached.

"What’s the matter, Shi Yang? Why so urgent?" Fu Xinxin clearly wasn’t comfortable meeting him alone, even though she knew he was Zhuo Nan’s close friend.

"Something big happened. Nan’s been hurt." Anything about Zhuo Nan was a top priority for Fu Xinxin. She couldn’t help grabbing Shi Yang’s arm, urgently asking, "Shi Yang, what happened? Tell me quickly..."

"Fu Xinxin, don’t get excited. Listen to me, you must keep your emotions in check..." Shi Yang said calmly.

Fu Xinxin nodded, though her heart remained tense. She took a deep breath, "Shi Yang, go ahead. I’m ready."

Shi Yang finally spoke, "Nan’s been shot. He’s at the hospital now. Uncle Zhuo and the others are there. I just came to let you know..."

Even though she’d prepared herself mentally, hearing the news was still hard for Fu Xinxin to accept. Her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. Seeing her pale face, Shi Yang quickly asked, "Are you alright..."

Fu Xinxin waved her hand, "I’m fine. How is he now? Which hospital?"

"The doctors say he’ll wake up by tomorrow morning. He’s at the People’s Hospital..." Shi Yang replied, seeing she was alright.

Fu Xinxin nodded, "I’ll visit him tomorrow morning. Take me there then. I’ll go back and rest now..." She really needed some time alone. Though she wanted to rush to Zhuo Nan’s side right now, her mother was still at home...

Shi Yang said nothing more. His duty was simply to deliver the message. After saying goodbye to Fu Xinxin, he turned and left...

Back at home, Fu Xinxin didn’t cry or sigh. She opened the fridge and took out the chicken she’d bought that morning. At this moment, she felt the only thing she could do for Zhuo Nan was to have a pot of good soup ready for him when he woke up...

"Qian Qian, you’re home..." Lan Zhenghao opened the door, saw Lan Qian holding a little girl, and asked, "Who’s this child?"

"Zhuo Nan’s sister..." Lan Qian’s voice was soft...

Seeing the child, Lan Zhenghao smiled. The way she slept reminded him of Lan Qian as a little girl. "Come, let me hold her..." With a gentle smile, Lan Qian handed Zhuo Lan Lan over, and Lan Zhenghao carried her into the room...

Lan Qian put down her bag and headed straight to the kitchen. After tying on her apron, she began chopping vegetables with a clatter. Lan Zhenghao came out and saw Lan Qian busy in the kitchen. "Qian Qian, what are you doing?"

"Zhuo Nan will wake up tomorrow morning. I’m making something to take to him..."

Hearing this, Lan Zhenghao shook his head helplessly. A married daughter is like water poured out, he thought. She wasn’t married yet, but her loyalties had already shifted...

Yang Yilin got off work at one in the morning. Unable to sleep in her rented room, her mind was filled with Zhuo Nan’s image. This young boss had always treated her well. She wondered if, now that Zhuo Nan was hurt, she should do something for him.

After thinking it over, she realized there was little she could do to help. Just then, her stomach rumbled, so she decided to make some instant noodles before bed. Thinking of noodles, inspiration struck, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth...

She set the alarm, then went to the kitchen for her noodles...

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