Chapter 106 Yang Silang

After Hu Mianmian's treatment, the old man slowly woke up.

The first time he saw Hu Mianmian, his frail face showed a bit of panic.

"You, who are you?"

Hu Mianmian wiped the sweat from her forehead with her little hand: "Of course I am the one who saved you!"

Phew, I’m really exhausted.

If she had come a little later, the old man would have already stepped half a foot into the underworld.

The door opened and the old man's sons and relatives rushed in like the wind.

"Dad is awake! That's great, Dad is fine now."

The sounds of crying, mixed with shouts of relief, echoed in this small courtyard.

The servants rushed around to tell everyone, telling the whole mansion about this happy event.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Mianmian was so tired that she walked unsteadily, and her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton.

No, she had just activated too much magic power from the Tiger Soul, and now she was the one who was weak.

Got to get some good sleep!
Hu Mianmian was about to run back home when someone grabbed her wrist from behind.

"My dear benefactor, you are the benefactor of our Yang family! Come, please stay and have a simple meal."

The man who was speaking was probably the old man's eldest son, who looked to be over 40 years old and looked extremely relieved.

He did not give Hu Mianmian a chance to refuse, and immediately asked the housekeeper to arrange a feast and prepare a generous gift as a thank you.

Hu Mianmian was pulled back to the room where the old man was.

Mr. Yang, who had just woken up, already understood what was going on.

When he saw Hu Mianmian, the old man, who was over seventy years old, actually wanted to lift the quilt and kneel down to thank Hu Mianmian.

“Don’t!” Hu Mianmian waved her small hand, covering her still dizzy brow, “Don’t move, I spent a lot of effort to save your life!”

If he died again, she wasn't sure she could be saved.

Master Yang's eyes sparkled with tears, and he said with emotion: "I, Yang Xin, will definitely remember the kindness I have shown you. In the future, if you need any help from our Yang family in this capital, please feel free to use us."

Uncle Yang asked hurriedly: "My dear, what is your name?"

"Hu Mianmian," the little guy replied softly, "I just moved here with my mother and live at the end of the alley."

She was anxious to go home to have a good sleep and replenish her spiritual energy.

So he said, "If you want to thank me, you can come to my house to find me. I'm going back today!"

After saying that, she took a step forward and ran out.

However, he couldn't stand steadily as if he was walking on cotton and almost tripped over the threshold.

Everyone in the Yang family carefully cared for him and helped him up.

Master Yang saw that she really wanted to leave, so he said, "Silang, go and see our benefactor off."

It is also for the purpose of recognizing the place so that I know who to thank later.

Yang Silang is the youngest son of Mr. Yang. He is just 27 years old this year and is very doted on.

Standing out at this moment, he looks even more dashing and handsome.

He cupped his hands: "Yes, father."

Yang Silang then took Hu Mianmian's hand and said, "My dear benefactor, Silang will take you there."

The little guy was weak and didn't object.

When he returned to the gate of Chen's house, Yang Silang took a look and said, "Is this the home of my little benefactor?"

"Yes!"

The doorman saw Hu Mianmian coming back and immediately stood up: "The young lady is back."

When Chen Qingyin heard the news, she hurried out.

Yang Silang only felt a gust of wind blowing past his eyes, melting away the last bit of chill in late winter and turning it into a gentle spring breeze, which was displayed on the beauty in front of him.

Chen Qingyin was wearing a green dress, her hair was as white as ink, and she had a few jade hairpins, looking elegant and gentle.

Yang Silang was so stunned that he even forgot to speak.

"Mianmian! You naughty little boy, you made your mother look for you hard. Come, I bought your favorite roast chicken. It's time for us to eat."

Hu Mianmian's eyes always light up when she hears about food.

But now she just wants to rest.

Hu Mianmian hugged Chen Qingyin's arm and said coquettishly: "Let's eat later, mother. I just saved an old man and now I just want to sleep."

"You saved someone?" Chen Qingyin was surprised. She looked up and saw someone standing at the door.

"Who is this..." Chen Qingyin asked doubtfully.

Yang Silang woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly bowed, his ears turning red.

"I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am. I'm the fourth son of the Yang family and I live at the end of the alley."

Before Chen Qingyin came, she conducted a survey of the residents around here.

They are all businessmen with rich backgrounds and assets, not just any ordinary people.

The Yang family is the number one gold-making company.

With the emperor's grace, they had the opportunity to cooperate with the court to smelt gold and make gold utensils.

They own the largest gold farm in the city, so people outside have always jokingly called the Yang family a gold mountain.

Chen Qingyin nodded slightly, quite politely.

"My last name is Chen." Her introduction was much simpler.

Yang Silang bowed and said, "Your daughter is smart and clever, and has quite a few abilities. When my father was on the verge of death, she helped save him."

"When my father's condition gets better, I will come here in person with my family to thank him."

Chen Qingyin lowered her head in confusion and looked at Hu Mianmian who was leaning on her arms.

The daughter saved someone? How did she do it?

But seeing how confidently Yang Silang spoke, it didn't seem like he was lying.

She could only say: "I see... I hope your father is okay."

After a brief greeting, Chen Qingyin took Hu Mianmian away.

Yang Silang looked at her back, stunned for a moment, then turned and left.

When they returned home, the brothers were still sitting next to Mr. Yang, reporting to him what they had just learned.

"I asked the housekeeper to ask around. The family that moved in at the end of the alley is the Chen family. I heard that it is the young lady from the Chen family who just divorced her husband."

Master Yang said immediately, "Since ancient times, when a man and a woman are not compatible in marriage, the man can only divorce his wife, or at worst, divorce her amicably. This Miss Chen is incredible. Not only has she divorced amicably, she also has the ability to ask the emperor to write her husband's crimes on the imperial edict and post them everywhere."

"This woman is unruly, yet she has such a child. I guess only a rebellious mother can raise a daughter who is so clever. Otherwise, how could a child who looks only four years old save people?"

Mr. Yang stroked his beard and said nothing.

Yang Silang couldn't help but defend Chen Qingyin.

"Father has always taught us that we should repay a drop of kindness with a spring of water. This is also the principle that our Yang family laid the foundation for its prosperity. Now Miss Chen's daughter has saved father. She is our benefactor and we should not care about her past."

Master Yang nodded and said, "Silang is right. Since she is a benefactor, we cannot generalize what she did. We should repay her for what she deserves."

"Silang, please prepare a generous gift as a reward. When I feel better, we will come to visit you in person."

"Yes, father." Yang Silang was secretly happy.

Inside the Chen Mansion.

Chen Qingyin went to the flower hall for dinner alone.

Ning Guanzhou, who was helping to set the table, raised his eyes and asked, "Where's Mianmian?"

Chen Qingyin smiled: "She said she was tired and wanted to sleep."

Just now she sent the little guy back to the room. Hu Mianmian took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Ning Guanzhou raised his eyebrows: "I just heard a commotion at the door, who sent her back?"

"It seems to be the son of the Yang family."

"Yang family..." Ning Guanzhou pondered, and nodded, knowing what was going on. "Jinshan Yang family."

Chen Qingyin said, "I have to go and look after Mianmian, for fear that she may feel unwell. You may enjoy this delicious meal by yourself, my Lord."

After saying this, she left.

Looking at her back, Ning Guanzhou slowly put down his chopsticks.

How could he come here just to eat?
Since neither Hu Mianmian nor Chen Qingyin are here, it’s better not to eat this meal.

He put down his chopsticks and told Feng Wu: "Let the guards take turns patrolling. Hu Yunshen is not dead yet, and we are afraid that he will come out to cause trouble at the last minute."

"Yes, sir, don't worry."

Feng Wu saw Ning Guanzhou to the door and watched him get on the carriage and leave.

No one saw a black shadow with bloodshot eyes slipping past the corner like a mouse.

It secretly climbed up the wall and stared at the room where Hu Mianmian was sleeping.

It was just one step away from having another hundred years of cultivation, but it was ruined by a fox cub.

It won't give up, just wait and see!
The shadow slipped away.