Everyone feared death. Given a chance to survive, no one wished to die. Inviting the elusive Medical Immortal had thrown the whole hall into excitement.
When Jiang Chan entered, everyone gazed at her fervently, as though she were something irresistible. She shivered. “What’s going on?”
She spoke very softly. Feng Feishuang’s ear twitched, feeling a little ticklish.
“You’re too mysterious. Everyone is curious about the Medical Immortal.”
Liu Mingxuan seated her at the family heads’ table. Almost everyone there led a major family and held distinguished status. He himself could only sit with the younger generation.
Jiang Chan sat beside Feng Feishuang. They had come together, he seemed the youngest at the table, and he was familiar. She hardly knew the others.
Song Qin laughed. “Doctor Xianyue, long time no see! I never expected to meet in Jiangnan.”
She raised her cup. “It has been a long time. Have you been well?”
He drank some wine. “Thanks to you, we’re all well. Bingqing and her husband came too. You can catch up tonight.”
She nodded. “Certainly. I’m sorry I didn’t personally congratulate her when her child was born.”
“No matter. Your disciples came. It’s the same.” He laughed, delighted to be the one who knew her so well.
Looking at her beautiful face and Feng Feishuang beside her, he felt bitter. If only she were his daughter-in-law. That would unite two powerful sides.
Unfortunately, his son was oblivious, overlooking such a beauty and letting this Feng fellow benefit. Xianyue had known his son first. Hadn’t someone else beaten him to it?
His satisfaction gradually deflated like a leaking balloon. He glanced at his son, happily chatting and laughing with Liu Mingxuan.
Song Qin sighed. Foolish kid. No wonder his sister was married while he remained single. With half Clan Leader Feng’s patience and thoughtfulness, his marriage would have been settled long ago.
Just look at Feng Feishuang. Empty tea was immediately refilled. Any dish Xianyue glanced at promptly appeared on her plate. His attentiveness was impeccable.
The comparison made Song Qin feel worse.
Jiang Chan was not oblivious. She noticed Feng Feishuang’s care throughout supper and largely guessed his intentions.
Knowing was one thing. She felt nothing romantic toward him. Although uninterested in love, she could acknowledge that he was an excellent prospective husband.
Of course, that depended on Xianyue’s choice. Jiang Chan could assess him for her meanwhile. But she worried: did Feng Feishuang like her, or would he like Xianyue?
Concealing her thoughts, she began talking with Song Bingqing. Now a member of the martial world herself, Song Bingqing accompanied her already-famous husband to broaden her experience.
More importantly, she served as their strategist. Such intelligence would be wasted otherwise. She had seen Jiang Chan at supper and was surprised to find her with Feng Feishuang.
Seeing his attentiveness, however, she largely understood his intentions.
Originally, she had wanted to match her own elder brother with Xianyue. But they did not get along, and Jiang Chan later left Yun City, forcing her to abandon the idea.
Now, seeing her with Feng Feishuang, she marveled at fate. After everything, Xianyue might still become her sister-in-law.
“We haven’t met for years since Yun City.” She sipped tea, her voice nostalgic.
“Indeed. Seeing you happy and well is reassuring.” Xianyue would surely be pleased by this sight.
“It’s all thanks to you. Without you, I probably would have died years ago. How could I be here now?”
“We were meant to meet. Why else would I have gone to Yun City rather than anywhere else?” Jiang Chan lowered her eyes. Fate really meant Xianyue’s wish. In a sense, that too was a bond.
“Yes, we were meant to meet.” Smiling, she drew forward a boy. “My eldest son, Feng Huaijin. Huaijin, greet Aunt Xianyue.”
Jiang Chan examined his complexion. “Time passes quickly. Your son is already so big.”
“Yes. If you hadn’t kept traveling, you might have settled down long ago too.” Holding him, Song Bingqing tested her views. “I do envy your freedom to see so many different places.”
She smiled. “Each life has its advantages. You envy my travels, but your peaceful happiness is lovely too. We each have what we wished for.”
“What we wished for,” Song Bingqing repeated. “Yes, exactly.”
After greeting her, Feng Huaijin nestled in his mother’s arms, watching Jiang Chan with dark eyes.
Looking at the listless child, she asked, “His complexion seems sallow. May I take his pulse?”
Song Bingqing brightened. “I’d be delighted. Yun City is far from Jiangnan. He began vomiting and having diarrhea after arriving and has been listless these past days.”
“Let me see.” After examining him, Jiang Chan said, “I’ll give him acupuncture shortly and write a prescription tomorrow. Get the herbs accordingly. He simply hasn’t adjusted to the local conditions.”
“Nothing serious. The medicine will help.” Song Bingqing naturally thanked her. Jiang Chan worked efficiently, and a quarter of an hour later, Huaijin was asleep on her bed.
When Song Bingqing tried carrying him back, Jiang Chan stopped her. “You should rest. I happened to touch your wrist earlier. Congratulations, you’re pregnant again.”
“Really? How? Having Huaijin was unexpected. There’s been no sign for years. I thought he would be my only child.”
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Lol, I thought after the author dropping hints at how weird Feng Feiyang was in the previous life, it would end up as a love triangle between him and Song Qiyu. Didn’t expect the older brother Feng Feishuang to swoop in instead.