Be a salted fish in the arms of a sick gangster

Chapter 45 "Back to Life"

Wen Yanqing nodded knowingly, and asked Song Tingling, "Would you like to go to America with me?"

Wen Xie interjected in surprise: "Master, are you planning to go to the United States right away? Yes, now is a good time. People in the Wen family think you are dead, so naturally they won't monitor you too much. You take advantage of this time to go to the United States for medical treatment. Legs, you can avoid a lot of trouble!"

After Song Tingling heard these words from Wen Yu, she naturally said without hesitation, "I am willing."

Wen Yanqing rubbed her head in satisfaction: "Then you're going to stay with me in suspended animation for a while, is it okay?"

"It's ok."

There may be only two people Song Tingling cares about, one is in front of her, and the other is that little sister Jiang Jinyue.

"By the way, does Yueyue know about me?"

Wen Wei shook his head: "The matter between you and my master hasn't fermented yet, but it's only been two days."

"No, Wen Yu, lend me your mobile phone, I have to say hello to her, lest she be sad in vain."

The next day, the news of Wen Yanqing's accidental death hit the headlines of the major newspapers, and each of them released the news on the same day as if they had made an appointment.

Naturally, behind this is the help of some people.

The Song family also learned on the same day that the child they had just found was gone, and even the bones were not found.

Song Jianzhong fell ill immediately with a surge of energy and blood, and Liu Bichun also pretended to be distraught.

The rest of the Song family were also very sad. They came to visit Song Jianzhong and offered a few words of comfort.

However, the two hotly discussed protagonists have already boarded the plane to the United States.

Two months later-

winter solstice.

It is a custom of the Wen family to hold a dumpling banquet in the house every winter solstice.

Since Wen Yanqing's funeral was only held a month ago, this year's dumpling feast is much simpler than before.

But in the final analysis, this huge Wen family, without Wen Yanqing, has not changed much, no one is sad, and no one cares.

The only thing he cared about was the share property under Wen Yanqing's name.

Wen Minghui was the first one.

I still considered the feelings of the old lady, so this matter has never been brought up.

But in fact, Wen Minghui had already blatantly sent people to take over several companies under Wen Yanqing's name, and now the only thing missing was a word from the old lady.

The old lady seems to be in a good mood today, and it is a good time to mention it.

Wen Minghui walked up to the old lady, pressed her shoulders, and called "Mom" a few times.

Mrs. Wen narrowed her eyes and responded, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Only then did Wen Minghui open his mouth: "My nephew suffered an accident, and I have been sad for a long time, but how can I say that the company under his name still needs to be taken over by someone, don't you think so?"

Old lady Wen didn't speak for a while.

In fact, how could she not know what her son did in private?

It's just that she never intervenes and doesn't care.

The law of the jungle has always been the survival rule of their Wen family.

Just when Mrs. Wen was about to let them make up their own minds, there was a sudden noise outside, as if something important had happened.

Everyone looked out curiously.

The Wen family has always valued etiquette, and it is rare for such disturbances to occur.

Wen Minghui was the first to ask: "What happened outside? It's so noisy, what are you talking about?!"

The people below all looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, a servant hurried in, with a surprised expression on his face, pointing out panting.

"Madam, Yan, Master Yanqing is back!"

The crowd immediately exploded.

"What are you talking about?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"Yeah, could it be a ghost..."

"Bah, bah, bah! It's broad daylight, where the hell is it!"

Wen Danxue was so startled that she stood up from her seat all of a sudden, staring blankly at the door with hope in her eyes.

Wen Yutang was only shocked in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. Seeing his daughter's reaction was so strong, he frowned slightly.

Qin Rong had a panoramic view of her husband's expression, and quickly tugged at the corner of her daughter's clothes.

"Dan Xue, sit down quickly."

Wen Danxue sat down in a daze, but her eyes never left the door.

She still remembered the scene when she heard the news of his death.

At that time, the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, and the garden was full of fragrance.

She stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, thinking about him, and then, she heard the voices of servants talking.

After confirming the news, her sky seemed to collapse at that moment.

In the past two months, she has been fantasizing that he can come back intact.

Mrs. Wen said "quiet", and the noisy people below immediately calmed down.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Wen asked the servant who came running.

The servant obviously looked in disbelief: "Master Yanqing is back, and he's back well! He'll be here soon!"

Those who attended and those who did not attend Wen Yanqing's funeral were silent.

This silence lasted 10 minutes.

Until Wen Yan pushed Wen Yanqing to appear in front of everyone, followed by a woman.

Everyone knew this woman well, and the photo of the one who died with Wen Yanqing was also published in the newspaper.

This is Song Tingling's first visit to Wen's old house.

The antique one does have a special flavor.

It's just that the eyes of all these people looked at them as if they had seen a ghost?
Although they did remain dead for over two months.

Wen Minghui raised his finger and pointed at Wen Yanqing, "You you you" for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

Wen Yanqing ignored him and just greeted the old lady.

"Grandma, I'm back and I'm worrying you."

Song Tingling looked at Wen Yanqing's grandma curiously.

As expected of a person who has seen many worlds in her life, Mrs. Wen was only slightly surprised for a while, then remained silent for a few seconds, and then stood up a little excitedly.

"Yanqing, my good grandson, what's going on? You're not..."

In this scene, who doesn't think that Sun Xiao is so gracious.

Song Tingling felt that something was wrong. There was something wrong with Mrs. Wen's silence for a few seconds, her expression seemed to be wrong, but she couldn't tell the specifics.

Wen Yanqing opened her eyes and said nonsense: "My body is not good enough. I bumped my head on a snow mountain and fell into a coma. I just woke up recently."

Wen Minghui had a look of disbelief: "Then why didn't Wen Hao tell us!"

Wen Xie lied respectfully: "After I found my grandfather, I took him abroad to heal his injuries immediately after I found my grandfather. I didn't think of it..."

Wen Minghui laughed angrily, "Then Miss Song also forgot to report her safety to her family? The Song family also held a funeral for Miss Song!"

Song Tingling looked innocent: "How do you know? I didn't do it on purpose, I also bumped my head, and the blood pressure in my brain reached my nerves, and I lost my memory. It was only recently that the blood flow disappeared, so I remembered it."

Everyone: "..."

This set was all made up by Song Tingling.

Wen Yanqing originally wanted to be straightforward, but Song Tingling felt it was unnecessary.

Lie if you can!
Mrs. Wen was not too obsessed with this matter, she seemed very happy and said, "It's good to be back!"

The old lady turned her head and said to the maid next to her, "Let the kitchen make some nourishing soup, so I can properly nourish my grandson's body!"

Wen Minghui stood beside him, full of unwillingness, his back molars were about to be crushed, but there was nothing he could do.

Wen Yanqing took Song Tingling's hand and introduced formally: "Grandma, this is my girlfriend, Song Tingling."

Song Tingling greeted Mrs. Wen obediently.

Old Madam Wen just glanced at her, said "Mmm" in a neutral manner, and happily said to Wen Yanqing: "You came back just in time, and the luncheon is almost ready."

Song Tingling clearly felt that Mrs. Wen didn't like her.

When Wen Danxue heard the three words "girlfriend", she was shocked far more than Wen Yanqing's joy of "resurrecting from the dead".

He actually has a girlfriend? !
Wen Danxue stared blankly at the figure standing next to Wen Yanqing, still unwilling to believe it.

Obviously last time, when she asked him if he had a girlfriend, he said no...

Old lady Wen asked a few more questions about Wen Yanqing's physical condition, and then someone said that the luncheon was ready.

Everyone followed the old lady and moved to the restaurant.

Song Tingling knew that this big family must be very particular about the seats, so she didn't dare to sit indiscriminately, and tried her best to follow Wen Yanqing's side all the time.

After everyone was seated, Song Tingling was the only one standing besides the serving servants.

Old Mrs. Wen said: "I don't know Miss Song is coming today, and I didn't arrange Miss Song's place."

I don't know why Song Tingling always felt that this meant telling her to go away.

Wen Yanqing directly asked Wen Yu to bring the chair over, and then said: "Just add a chair."

At the Wen family's dining table, apart from the sound of eating, there was not a single human voice.

Song Tingling had indeed not had such a serious meal for a long time.

To be honest, it's very frustrating.

After the meal, after the old lady left, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Song Tingling followed Wen Yanqing back to his yard.

The yard is very large. In addition to the main house, there is a circle of wing rooms around it, which is a bit like the layout of a courtyard.

Song Tingling sighed: "The two of you live in such a big place?"

Wen Xie nodded: "Yes, I don't like having other people around, so there isn't a single waiter."

A servant came in at the door carrying a food box.

"This is the nourishing soup that the old lady made for you."

Wen Xi stepped forward to take it and sent him away.

Song Tingling leaned over curiously and asked, "What tonic soup?"

Wen Xi hurriedly took the soup away, "Miss Song, this is not for drinking."

"Grandpa, have I dealt with it?"

Wen Yanqing nodded.

Then, Song Tingling saw Wen Xi pouring the soup directly into the small pond in the yard.

Song Tingling was a little puzzled: "It's good, why did you throw it away?"

Wen Xie glanced at Wen Yanqing, "Some things, it's better for the master to tell you in person, so I won't talk too much."

Wen Hao continued: "Take a rest, I came here just after getting off the plane, I must be tired by now."

Wen Yanqing said to Wen Xie: "Go and rest too."

Song Tingling followed Wen Yanqing, instead of entering the main house, she entered a side room next to her.

The interior layout is very simple and modern, which does not match the appearance of the house.

"I don't think you ate much at noon, is it not to your taste?" Wen Yanqing closed the double door.

Song Tingling sat on the sofa, shook her head, and said frankly: "I think the atmosphere is a bit dull, I can't eat, and you are too serious when eating here, and you don't talk and chat."

Wen Yanqing smiled faintly: "Don't worry, we'll leave in the afternoon."

Song Tingling smiled and nodded.

I just had a full meal in the afternoon, and this sleepiness is indeed a bit strong.

Song Tingling let out a breath.

Wen Yanqing pointed to the bed: "Go to bed and sleep if you're sleepy."

Song Tingling nodded, and pushed him to go there together.

"You should rest for a while, too."

Song Tingling pushed him to the side of the bed, and seeing Wen Yanqing holding the armrest with both hands as if about to stand up, Song Tingling was so frightened that he quickly pushed him down.

"It hasn't been long since your leg was operated on. The doctor said that you need to recuperate for at least a month. You can't walk now."

Wen Yanqing smiled helplessly: "It's not that I want to leave, I just want to move to the bed."

"Oh..." Song Tingling laughed awkwardly: "I'm too nervous."

After getting into bed, the two of them lay upright again.

If Song Tingling might have had any expectations at the beginning, it is completely gone now.

Wen Yanqing's sleeping posture is really upright.

And Song Tingling was also afraid that if she fell asleep, she would move around and press down on his legs, so she would get farther away.

Song Tingling closed her eyes, but suddenly thought of something, "Your grandma doesn't seem to like me."

Wen Yanqing was silent for a while: "You don't have to care about anyone in the Wen family, no matter who they are, they won't have any influence on us. You don't need to please anyone."

Song Tingling remembered again that Wen Yanqing in her original memory pulled out old lady Wen's oxygen mask and set fire to Wen's house...

When Song Tingling woke up, he was no longer around.

She put on her clothes and went out. Wen Xie was sitting in the yard, feeding the fish in the small pond.

Seeing her coming, she stood up, "The old lady is happy, she invited the opera garden to sing, and the master was called away, let me wait here for Miss Song to wake up."

In December, the weather is getting colder and colder.

Song Tingling couldn't help wrapping her down jacket tightly, and went out with Wen Xi.

The Wen family's house is really big, if there is no one to lead the way, they will definitely get lost.

Song Tingling walked up the corridor, faintly feeling that the scene in front of her seemed a little familiar, as if she had been here before.

But this is indeed Song Tingling's first time here.

Song Tingling didn't think of it until she saw a small black door over there.

She had seen such a scene in her dream, seen that door.

Compared with the appearance in the dream, the door is much older, and the surrounding weeds are overgrown, and it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

Wen Xi walked in front, feeling that Song Tingling hadn't followed, followed her gaze, and saw the door.

For a while, some painful memories flooded up.

Wen Hao walked over with a sad and annoyed expression: "Miss Song doesn't know how Master's leg was broken..."

Song Tingling looked at Wen Xi.

Wen Yu's eyes were fixed on the door, and his voice choked up: "Master is here to save me..."

Song Tingling thought of Wen Yanqing who was covered in blood in her dream.

Song Tingling couldn't bear to ask about the specific situation, afraid that Wen Xi would be sad when he thought about it, so he could only pat him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"His legs will be fine, don't feel too guilty."

(End of this chapter)