Chapter 12: The Stolen Fiancé

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Fu Chen feared Jing Yunluo would push him away, so he quickly said, “Yunluo, shall we start over?”
Jing Yunluo curled her lips in disdain. “Fu Chen, have we ever really started?”
Fu Chen choked on his words, momentarily at a loss.
Jing Yunluo broke free from his embrace, turned around, and grabbed the front of Fu Chen’s shirt, pulling him closer with force.
“Fu Chen, are you sure you want to give us a try?”
“It’s not just a try—I’m serious!”
Fu Chen looked at Jing Yunluo with a solemn expression. His hands rested on her waist, but there was no hint of romance in his gaze.
“Then are you willing to marry me?”
“Marry?”
Fu Chen was stunned.
Jing Yunluo feigned disappointment and sighed, “Hmph! I knew it. Men are all liars. You just said you wanted to date me, and now you won’t even agree to marriage.”
“That’s not true! I was just thinking... We only just broke off the engagement. If I want to marry you now, Grandpa Jing and Uncle Jing won’t easily agree.”
Jing Yunluo laughed brightly. “See, I told you, once the engagement is broken, if you want to be with me again, it’s like climbing a mountain barefoot!
But it seems someone didn’t take it seriously. How about now?”
Fu Chen pulled Jing Yunluo back into his arms. “Yunluo, I did treat you like a tool before, but now I know you’re not a tool—you’re my blessing.
Honestly, before my parents returned, I hadn’t thought it through. Even when they came to discuss our engagement with me, I wasn’t ready. But when you came in just now, I felt I finally understood.”
“Understood what?”
“That I want to be with you.”
Jing Yunluo smiled softly. “Alright then... let’s be together.”
“I’ll work hard to get Grandpa Jing and Uncle Jing to forgive me.”
Fu Chen was genuinely happy.
The process of winning over Fu Chen went smoothly. Jing Yunluo’s divine power grew stronger, and as Jing Yunluo’s lover, Fu Chen’s luck improved as well.
Those who tried to target the Fu family were either caught for tax evasion or bribery.
This kind of curse-like misfortune deterred anyone from going after Fu Chen again.
Thus, under Fu Chen’s leadership, the Fu family achieved one miracle after another.
But that was all in the future. For now, Jing Yunluo and Fu Chen were still stuck dealing with their families.

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Originally, Fu Chen wanted to confront the elders of both families directly, but Jing Yunluo stopped him, fearing he might be thrown out immediately. So, she didn’t let him go.
More importantly, Jing Yan’s leg hadn’t healed yet. She couldn’t afford to let romance interfere with her uncle’s treatment.
In truth, Jing Yan’s leg had regained some sensation, but Jing Yunluo worried she would find out. So, every time, she used her divine power to seal the tendons in Jing Yan’s leg. This wouldn’t affect the treatment and would delay Jing Yan’s discovery.
If Jing Yan found out, Grandpa Jing would surely insist on hospital treatment, and then Jing Yunluo wouldn’t be able to openly perform acupuncture.
“Luoluo said to let me massage your leg to prevent muscle atrophy.”
“No need. I won’t be able to stand again anyway. Muscle atrophy doesn’t matter.”
Jing Yan remained as despondent as ever. It was understandable—after all these years confined to a wheelchair, after seeing so many doctors with no hope, it was natural to lose faith.
Yang Wan had heard such words countless times from Jing Yan and had grown accustomed to them. Yet every time, her heart still ached for Jing Yan.
Yang Wan knelt before Jing Yan. “A Yan, you told me before that life must hold hope. We are living well now, shouldn’t we have hope too?”
“But I cannot see any hope for myself.”
“I am your hope. Luoluo is your hope. The chairman is your hope. As long as those who love you are by your side, isn’t that hope?”
Jing Yan said nothing. Yang Wan remained silent and began massaging Jing Yunluo’s leg on her own.
“Living means holding onto hope. What if a miracle happens?
Back when I was at my lowest, wasn’t it you I met? Now, I stay by your side, waiting for that miracle with you.”
“What if it doesn’t?”
Jing Yan finally spoke.
“Then... we create the miracle!”
Yang Wan said this with confidence, simply because Jing Yunluo was there. But Jing Yan didn’t know that.
“Yang Wan, I don’t believe in miracles.”
“But I do!”
Yang Wan’s tone grew serious.
“Yang Wan, don’t waste your time on me. You have your own life and a beautiful future.”
“A Yan! You have never been a waste to me!”
Then Yang Wan massaged Jing Yan with a stern face. When done, she left the room and went to find Jing Yunluo.
“Uncle is too much! I’ll think of a way!”
Jing Yunluo was full of crafty ideas, and Yang Wan didn’t ask what she had in mind.
Yang Wan trusted Jing Yunluo.

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A few days later, Yang Wan learned what Jing Yunluo’s “way” was.
“Wanwan, I’ve recently found some young talents for you. When you have time, you should meet them. If it feels right, talk and get to know them.”
“Huh?”
Yang Wan was completely stunned by Grandpa Jing’s words. Now he was introducing potential suitors?
“Sister Wanwan, this is a good thing!”
Jing Yunluo chimed in from the side, wildly winking at Yang Wan while Jing Yan wasn’t paying attention.
Yang Wan realized this was Jing Yunluo’s plan, but somehow it felt unconvincing.
“A Yan, what do you think?”
Grandpa Jing looked at Jing Yan. He had recently heard from his granddaughter about Jing Yan and Yang Wan’s situation, and Jing Yunluo had also revealed that Jing Yan’s leg was nearly healed.
Could the old man not be happy?
Now his youngest son’s leg was almost recovered, and this girl liked his son so much—why not bless them?
After all these days, the old man could clearly see Jing Yan’s feelings for the girl.
Jing Yan’s expression was sour, but his words were even less pleasant: “It’s fine. I should meet more people.”
Though he said that, Jing Yunluo noticed the handle of Jing Yan’s spoon bent in his hand...
Angry, huh?
Good!
That’s exactly the reaction she wanted!
“Grandpa, this afternoon I’ll take Sister Wanwan to meet the Gu family heir!”
Jing Yunluo successfully rubbed salt into Jing Yan’s wound.
“The Gu family? The one in real estate?”
Jing Yan frowned, displeased.
“Yes, I’ve met their heir. Tall, handsome, and smart—perfect for Sister Wanwan.”
Jing Yunluo spoke happily, unaware that Uncle Jing had just sent a message to Fu Chen, repeating her praise of the Gu family heir.