Chapter 5: The Stolen Fiancé, Part 5

[System, can my second uncle’s leg be healed?]
[You are such a little blessing! It definitely can be!]
[That’s good.]

Arriving at the Jing family’s doorstep, Yang Wan hesitated...
“Sister Wanwan, what’s wrong?”
Jing Yunluo noticed Yang Wan’s hesitation and asked.
Yang Wan shook her head. “Today is a family gathering for you all. I won’t be joining.”
“Sister Wanwan, why don’t you just stay at home? It’s not very safe for a girl to stay alone in a hotel.”
Jing Yunluo thought that if she wanted to matchmake her uncle and Yang Wan, living together would certainly be more convenient!
But...
“No, thank you, Yunluo. I already booked a hotel on the way here.”
Yang Wan looked toward Jing Yan. “I’m leaving first. Message me if anything comes up.”
Jing Yan seemed like he wanted to persuade her to stay, but in the end, he just nodded.
Yang Wan picked up her things and left. Jing Yunluo frowned, watching her walk away.
Healing Jing Yan’s leg would take a long time, and during that period, Jing Yunluo wasn’t sure if Yang Wan would wait for him indefinitely.
So, the most important thing now was to change Jing Yan’s mindset, to make him admit that he had feelings for Yang Wan.
But she couldn’t rush things.

The three of them had a quiet meal together. Jing Grandfather went to rest early, as he hadn’t fully recovered yet.
Jing Yan, however, didn’t show any sign of wanting to rest.
Jing Yunluo caught a glimpse of Jing Yan’s WeChat screen—it was clearly an ongoing chat with Yang Wan.
Immediately, Jing Yunluo understood: Jing Yan was still hesitating...
“Second Uncle, are you and Sister Wanwan really just friends?”
Jing Yunluo asked directly, catching Jing Yan off guard.
“We can only be friends.”
That statement confirmed for Jing Yunluo that Jing Yan indeed had feelings for Yang Wan!
“Second Uncle, in one’s lifetime, there aren’t many things you can do. Many people might never meet someone they truly like.
You’re already very lucky. Sister Wanwan likes you very much—I can see it.
So if you like her, why won’t you admit it?”

Jing Yan smiled bitterly, pointing to his leg. “Yunluo, what do you think someone like me can offer her?”
Jing Yunluo couldn’t reveal that she could heal his leg—he wouldn’t believe her. He would only think she was trying to comfort him.
“Second Uncle, Sister Wanwan met you when you were already in a wheelchair. If she really minded, she wouldn’t have stayed by your side all these years.”
“That’s exactly why I can’t burden her any further.”
Jing Yunluo sighed. “Second Uncle, if the one in the wheelchair wasn’t you, but Sister Wanwan, what would you choose?”
Jing Yan closed his eyes. “Yunluo, that’s just hypothetical. The one in the wheelchair will always be me.”
Jing Yunluo sighed, resigned to take it slow. She reached out and held Jing Yan’s hand, a thread of golden light entering his body.
“Second Uncle, I don’t want there to be any regrets between you and Sister Wanwan. Sometimes, it’s just a moment’s hesitation. When you want to turn back, Sister Wanwan might no longer be waiting.”
With that, Jing Yunluo walked to her room, saying as she went, “Second Uncle, get some rest. I’m going to sleep now!”
“Meeting Fu Chen tomorrow?”
Jing Yan suddenly asked.
Jing Yunluo stood on the stairs, turning to look at him. “Second Uncle, you haven’t sorted out your own love life yet, so don’t worry about mine!”
“Ungrateful little one.”
Jing Yan scolded with a smile.

Back in her room, Jing Yunluo wore a serious expression. She had just used a trace of divine power to examine Jing Yan’s leg.
Overall, the condition was poor. To make Jing Yan stand again would require a lot of time and immense divine power.
But in this world, spiritual energy was scarce. She simply couldn’t heal him anytime soon.
The only way to regain divine power was to complete the mission successfully!
Once the task was done, she would regain part of her original divine power.
Good—after all this, it all circled back to Fu Chen...
But Fu Chen was someone who cared only about profit; emotions were complicated with him.

After showering and lying in bed, Jing Yunluo discovered a WeChat message from Fu Chen.
[Big Pig Trotters Fu: I’ll pick you up at 8:30 tomorrow morning.]
“Big Pig Trotters Fu” was the nickname Jing Yunluo had given Fu Chen—and she was sure he would never change her contact name.
She changed the original owner’s WeChat name to something fitting her identity: “Little Koi.”
[Little Koi: Where to?]
[Big Pig Trotters Fu: A new Western restaurant just opened at my company. Colleagues say it’s good.]
Jing Yunluo frowned. As a Chinese koi, she wasn’t fond of Western cuisine.
That half-raw steak—what was there to like?
[Little Koi: I don’t like Western food.]
[Big Pig Trotters Fu: What do you like? I’ll book another place.]
[Little Koi: Hot pot!]
[Big Pig Trotters Fu: Alright, I’ll change the reservation.]
[Little Koi: Good, see you tomorrow.]
Fu Chen’s thumb hovered over the screen where Jing Yunluo’s avatar was displayed, a smile curling his lips.
“Little Koi—it really suits her.”
Fu Chen didn’t know why he was looking forward to tomorrow’s meeting so much. Was it really just because Jing Yunluo brought him good luck?
But if not for that luck, what else could it be?

That night, Jing Yunluo slept soundly, while Fu Chen tossed and turned, unable to rest.
The next day, Fu Chen skipped work to pick up Jing Yunluo at the Jing family’s old residence.
Employees at Fu Corporation were stunned. Their workaholic boss actually didn’t come to work?
Several managers privately asked Fu Chen’s assistant, only to hear that their CEO was in full “chasing his wife” mode and had taken the day off for that purpose!
The news was unbelievable to many, and some refused to believe it.
After all, their CEO was the golden bachelor—always the one being chased, never chasing. How could he be the one desperately pursuing?
Within half a day, the story was dismissed as a rumor by most.
However, those close to Fu Chen, aware of the Fu and Jing family affairs, guessed what had happened between the two families. After all, Fu Chen had been trying to break off the engagement before.

At the hot pot restaurant:
“You... really like hot pot that much?”
Fu Chen frowned, staring at the bubbling spicy broth.
Jing Yunluo knew he couldn’t handle spicy food; she did it on purpose.
“Yes, I love it. If you can’t eat spicy, you can have the mushroom broth here.”
Using serving chopsticks, Jing Yunluo picked some meat from the mushroom broth and placed it in Fu Chen’s bowl.
“Thanks.”
Fu Chen thought to himself that maybe it was because he had never really paid attention to Jing Yunluo before that he didn’t know she liked hot pot and other such foods.