“What genius?”
Aside from Jiang Fuyue, everyone else was a little confused.
Han Shen roughly explained what had happened. “Today I took him to Old Master Qi’s place…”
After listening, Han Ke immediately looked at his little nephew with new eyes. “So our Ah Ting is also a genius.”
Han Heng nodded. “Just by looking at him, he doesn’t seem like a good-for-nothing.”
“So big brother, what are your plans next?”
Han Shen: “I want to send him to learn Chinese chess.”
This point had already been discussed with Han Ting himself on the way back.
He was willing: “Compared to getting first place in exams, I think getting first place in Chinese chess would be easier.”
Quite arrogant.
But…
“Old Master Qi said he’s getting old and his health isn’t very good, so he can’t take students anymore. He recommended a few people.”
But after Han Shen asked around, those people were not very suitable.
Mainly because their personalities were too mild, he was afraid they wouldn’t be able to control this brat.
Jiang Fuyue, however, thought of someone.
“…Weng Xuesheng?”
Jiang Fuyue nodded. “He’s an all-around master of board games, and his playing style changes constantly.”
He learned chess at seven, became famous at twelve, and now at thirty-two he already stands at the pinnacle of the chess world like a god.
After winning two Grand Slams, because opponents were hard to come by and it became too lonely, he chose to retire.
Now he teaches at B University, only teaching students, not taking disciples.
Han Heng said, “I know this person. Last year when we filmed Residual Shadow, we invited him to be an art consultant. Actually we just wanted him to set up a few endgame boards and train the actors on how to hold pieces and place them and stuff like that. But the moment he arrived on set he threw a huge tantrum, scolded Mao Yuqing until she cried, then quit the job and walked away.”
Mao Yuqing was a top-tier big star in the entertainment industry. Even she didn’t get any face from him, it was clear how arrogant Weng Xuesheng was.
Han Heng continued, “Later the director personally went to his house to apologize before the matter was settled. Mao Yuqing swallowed the insult and didn’t dare say a word.”
Han Ke said, “I heard that Tosaki Naohara once came specially to China to take him as a master, but Weng Xuesheng directly said, ‘I don’t take R-country people!’ and dismissed him.”
Han Ting let out a “Wow,” “He’s that arrogant?”
But Han Shen couldn’t help frowning, his expression turning slightly serious.
This temperament might be able to control the brat, and his professional ability was strong, but he might not be willing to accept Han Ting.
“Let’s try.” Jiang Fuyue said.
“Alright.” Treat a dead horse as a living one, there’s always a chance, right?
Speaking of Han Ting having talent for Chinese chess and possibly taking the professional path in the future, the person most depressed about it was Han Qishan.
A grandson who couldn’t play chess suddenly turned into a rare talent with extraordinary aptitude?
It was said even Yueyue had some difficulty beating him.
Then wouldn’t he be the only lousy chess player left in the whole family?
Everyone could beat him?
Han Qishan said: “…” That hurts the heart.
Han Shen was absolutely a man of action. He immediately contacted his secretary and asked him to send a formal letter to Weng Xuesheng’s public email. It stated his identity, clearly explained the purpose, and finally expressed hope for a meeting and awaited a reply.
Originally they only had the mentality of giving it a try. Unexpectedly, the other party actually replied the very next day!
No nonsense at all, just a string of an address and a specific meeting time.
Han Shen was overjoyed.
Han Ting squatted in front of Xiao Mang, feeding it snacks while muttering, “I’m pretty charming after all… Even Weng Xuesheng is interested in me… Good thing he knows quality…”
Just then Jiang Fuyue came downstairs from the second floor, stood on the steps, and heard everything he said. The corner of her mouth couldn’t help twitching.
No one knew that after Jiang Fuyue returned to her room last night, she had sent Weng Xuesheng an email.
It began with a sentence of reminiscing: Twenty years without meeting, are you well?
Then she directly entered the main point and briefly introduced Han Ting’s basic situation.
Finally she asked him: Do you want a disciple?
At the lower right corner of the signature, there was only one character: Lou.
Twenty years ago, when she was still Lou Mingyue, she had once, under the identity of “Mr. Lou,” formed a connection through chess with Weng Xuesheng, who was only twelve at the time.
The two gradually went from opponents to friends, playing and sparring against each other.
After that, he went south to study under a master, devoting himself to chess; while Lou Mingyue went north all the way back to the capital to inherit the Lou family.
Until her death, the two never saw each other again.
Originally she thought Weng Xuesheng had long forgotten her. Sending that email was only a tentative attempt. After all, twenty years had passed, no matter how deep the friendship, it would fade, not to mention the two of them only had a gentleman’s friendship.
Unexpectedly, he not only immediately replied saying he would meet Han Ting, but also asked about her several times with concern. Between the lines there was excitement and wild joy.
But Jiang Fuyue did not reply again.
She was no longer Lou Mingyue now, nor the “Mr. Lou” of the past.
Not everyone could be like Ye Qianji and Ming Yu, accepting her current identity without asking anything and treating her the same as before.
…
According to the agreed time and place, Han Shen brought Han Ting to the meeting.
Still wearing that tailcoat, Han Ting was full of energy, head held high, and finally stopped shouting that his dad was going to sell him off to another family as a marriage son-in-law.
That afternoon, the father and son returned smiling.
Han Shen: “It’s settled.”
Han Ting shook his hands and pretended to adjust his collar coolly. “Can’t help it. Who told you I’m a genius?”
“…”
“By the way, does our family know a Mr. Lou? About forty-something.”
“The Lou from the Lou Group?”
After Han Shen nodded, he shook his head again. “Just the surname Lou. Nothing to do with the Lou Group.”
Han Qishan thought for a moment. “Then we probably don’t know such a person. Why did you suddenly ask this?”
“When we were leaving, Weng Xuesheng looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself. In the end he asked what my relationship with Mr. Lou was. At the time I also thought it was someone from the Lou Group, but our family has never had much interaction with them. Then he said it wasn’t the Lou Group…”
Jiang Fuyue sat on the sofa, acting as if she heard nothing, calmly watching the news broadcast.
In F-continent, the Schwanko epidemic had now been completely brought under control. Large numbers of infected patients were saved because they took the special medicine, and among healthy populations, because of the A+ vaccine, very few new cases appeared…
…
On the fourth day at home, Jiang Fuyue received a call from Ye Qianji saying Ming Yu had returned from Qinghui Mountain. His recovery was good, and he could already walk with the help of a cane!
The moment Jiang Fuyue heard this, she didn’t even bother finishing lunch and drove straight to Danggui Bar.
“Shigong, where’s Ming Yu?”
After entering the door, she rushed straight toward the second floor.
Just then a familiar voice sounded behind her,
“Mingyue…”
Nowadays only one person still called her that.
Jiang Fuyue turned around and saw Ming Yu standing behind her. Through specially made lenses, his blue-gray pupils were filled with a warm smile like spring sunlight.
His complexion was also much better than before, no longer pale and weak like he might collapse at any moment.
Finally Jiang Fuyue’s gaze landed on his legs.
Although he still needed a cane, he had truly stood up again!
At first glance, he looked no different from a normal person.
Back straight, figure tall.
“You…” She ran over and stopped in front of the man. Her usually indifferent eyes were now full of joy. “You’re all better?”
Ming Yu nodded with a smile. “Mm, better. But I still need a period of rehabilitation before I can throw away the cane and walk normally.”
“That’s good, that’s good… After I came back from F-continent, I looked for Shigong, but he said you went to Qinghui Mountain to recuperate. I called your phone, but it was always off…”
This semester Ming Yu had directly taken a long leave from Xiao Shan, and the courses he originally planned were not opened.
Many students at Ming University had been asking why Professor Ming’s classes were suspended.
Xiao Shan only told the public that Professor Ming was very busy. In fact, he himself didn’t know where Ming Yu had gone or what he was doing.
Jiang Fuyue said, “Everyone has been very concerned about you. I was also very worried…”
Ming Yu looked at her. Tiny lights flickered in his eyes, something that might be called… gentleness?
He said, “No need to worry. I’m very well.”
From the moment I knew you were still alive, I have been better than ever, even if I could never stand up again, it wouldn’t matter.
I don’t care, but I’m afraid you would be disappointed.
“Yueyue’s here?” Ye Qianji came downstairs, holding a cup of pearl milk tea in his hand, already half finished.
“Shigong, how is Ming Yu’s condition now?”
Although he himself said “very well,” Jiang Fuyue still wasn’t reassured, so she asked again.
Ye Qianji looked him up and down. “He looks like there’s no big problem.”
Looks like?
Jiang Fuyue frowned. She guessed that since Ming Yu had just returned from Qinghui Mountain, Ye Qianji probably hadn’t examined him yet, so he could only say “looks like.”
Ye Qianji was, of course, doing it on purpose.
No one understood Ming Yu’s condition better than he did. These past few months, he had accompanied him through everything.
Several times he hovered at the gates of the underworld; the Black and White Impermanence were already on the road to collect his soul, yet in the end Ming Yu still gritted his teeth and endured.
Even Ye Qianji had to admire his willpower.
The pain of scr*ping rot from the bone, without anesthesia…
Not many people could endure it.
Ming Yu, a frail scholar, not young anymore either, actually had such a stubborn and resolute side.
For what reason, Ye Qianji more or less knew.
After all, even while unconscious, he kept calling the name “Mingyue.”
Ah, Little Yue’s pile of emotional debts…
Besides knowing Ming Yu’s physical condition, Ye Qianji also clearly knew how sharp Jiang Fuyue was.
Once something slipped, it would only be a matter of time before she followed the clues and dug out the truth.
So he could only say “looks like,” and he had to say it that way.
Sure enough, Jiang Fuyue didn’t suspect anything.
She had Ming Yu sit on the sofa, then grabbed Ye Qianji’s hand and pulled him in front of Ming Yu. “Shigong, check his pulse now.”
“So urgent?” Ye Qianji calmly took a sip of milk tea.
“It’s a matter of health, it has to be urgent. I’ll treat you to lunch at noon. You can eat whatever you want. Please check him…”
She even used a bit of coaxing, afraid Ye Qianji wouldn’t agree.
Ming Yu looked at her, a soft tenderness spreading in his eyes.
But the moment Jiang Fuyue turned her head back, it disappeared completely.
“Ah Yu, stretch out your hand.”
“Alright.” Ming Yu complied, like an obedient child.
If assistant Zhong Hao had been there, his eyes probably would have popped out.
Since when was Professor Ming this easygoing?
Ye Qianji said, “Anything I want to eat?”
Jiang Fuyue: “Of course!”
“Just food but no drinks seems a little incomplete…” Ye Qianji slurped two mouthfuls of milk tea. He might have gotten some pearls in it, because he chewed twice.
Jiang Fuyue immediately said, “Drinks are unlimited.”
“Alright!” Ye Qianji threw the empty plastic cup into the trash can, then dusted his hands as if brushing off dirt.
Jiang Fuyue immediately understood and quickly brought a chair over from the side. “Shigong, please sit.”
Ye Qianji rolled up his sleeves, placed his fingers on Ming Yu’s wrist, and closed his eyes to carefully feel the pulse.
Jiang Fuyue didn’t speak anymore. She stood beside them with her hands lowered, waiting.
Ming Yu sat on the sofa, his cane placed to the side, his brows relaxed and expression calm.
At that moment, it was as if even the air had become quiet.
After who knew how long,
Ye Qianji finally opened his eyes, withdrew his hand, and slowly lowered the rolled-up sleeve.
Jiang Fuyue grew a little anxious and urged him, “Shigong…”
“Relax, he’s very healthy! His legs have already recovered. It’s just that after sitting in a wheelchair for decades, it will take time to fully adapt to walking again. Keep exercising and take medicine on time. In three months he’ll be lively and jumping around.”
Now Jiang Fuyue was completely relieved, but…
“His eyes, can they also…” be healed?
Ye Qianji seemed to know what she wanted to say. He waved his hand and sighed regretfully. “The damage to his eyes is irreversible. Fortunately he has the lenses. Although inconvenient, seeing normally isn’t a problem.”
“…Alright.”
For now, it could only be like this.
But Jiang Fuyue was optimistic. Medical technology was constantly developing. Just because it couldn’t be cured now didn’t mean it couldn’t be cured in the future.
Who could say what the future held?
Anything was possible.
…
Since she had promised to treat them, Jiang Fuyue let Ye Qianji choose the place.
He picked a seafood restaurant not far away.
“I heard their Australian lobster is thicker than my leg, and the sea urchins are the fattest and freshest…”
Jiang Fuyue asked, “Can Ming Yu eat seafood now? Will it affect him?”
Ye Qianji said, “Seafood can stimulate illness. There will definitely be a little impact…”
“Then we’ll change to another place.”
“I’m fine.”
Jiang Fuyue and Ming Yu spoke at the same time.
She turned her head to look at him, her face full of disapproval. “Don’t mess around.”
Ming Yu spread his hands and didn’t dare say anything more.
In the end they still chose that seafood restaurant, because it also sold ordinary home-style dishes. Ming Yu just wouldn’t eat seafood.
Before leaving, Niu Rui, who had stayed up late playing games last night and only woke up now, appeared at the second-floor stairway with a bird’s nest of messy hair.
Seeing the three of them about to leave, his eyes suddenly lit up. “Hey, where are you going?”
Ye Qianji said, “You keep sleeping. We won’t disturb you.”
“I’m awake,” Niu Rui said, rubbing his stomach. “Now I’m a bit hungry and want to eat something. Seafood would be nice. Crayfish… no! Big lobster! And sashimi…”
Jiang Fuyue said, “We’re going out to eat. Want to come?”
Niu Rui pretended to be casual. “What are we eating?”
“Seafood.”
“Alright! Let’s go, let’s go, right now!” He grinned and thumped down the stairs.
Ye Qianji: “…” His plan to eat alone failed.
Ming Yu couldn’t help reminding him, “Your hair?”
Niu Rui quickly raked it twice with his hands, and somehow actually smoothed it down. The young man’s handsome face went from sloppy to good-looking in just a few seconds.
Ming Yu looked at his youthful face, a faint trace of longing appearing in his expression, but it quickly disappeared.
If Ye Qianji hadn’t happened to see it, perhaps no one would have known what he was thinking.
Time was a gap that no matter how hard one tried, could not be crossed.
…
When they arrived at the restaurant, Jiang Fuyue ordered a table full of seafood and left it for Ye Qianji and Niu Rui to handle.
She herself accompanied Ming Yu in eating light home-style dishes.
Ming Yu was in good condition and had a good appetite.
Jiang Fuyue was happy seeing this and kept putting food onto his plate.
Suddenly…
“I heard you and Xie Dingyuan are together?”
Author: I revised it a bit, Little Yu was written too pitifully by me, ┭┮﹏┭┮
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