The Blessed

“Oh right, ge, I nearly forgot. How did the jam sell?”

He felt it inconvenient to ask his elder brother since outsiders were present along the way. When they came back, they were busy putting things home and making fire to cook, so he didn’t know anything yet.

“It sells pretty well, uncle, you’ll never guess how much daddy sells for each pot, and they ordered 100 more pots and would come here to pick them up tomorrow.”

Speaking of this topic, the haze over the big bun was swept away and he looked at Ling Jingpeng excitedly.

Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly seeing this. He picked up the twice-cooked meat and a scallion pancake, threw them to Ling Wen as if saying ‘I’ll leave them to you’, and went out. Another ‘important person’ still lived in their home.

“How much does a pot of jam cost?”

“Hey, one tael of silver!”

“What…”

The uncle and his cousin were chattering without stop. Ling Jingxuan, who was carrying things with both hands, smiled and shook his head gently. He turned and pushed open the half-closed door. At the moment of entering, his smiling expression all fell into a man’s burning sight. The man heard what was happening outside. Seeing Ling’s heartfelt smile, Yan Shengrui only felt his heart thumping, and his eyes locked him with aspire.

Perhaps the man’s sights were too hot, Ling Jingxuan quickly withdrew his smile and wore a cold expression again. He squatted down and put two big bowls on the small stool in front of Yan, and then felt the pulse of Yan’s right hand, “Martial arts practitioners usually recover quickly, you have no serious problem but need to stay in bed for a few days. The blood stasis in your head will slowly dissipate. Then you can regain your memories.”

There had always been a strong qi inside Yan’s body. Although Ling didn’t know if it was the so-called internal force, it was an indisputable fact that Yan recovered faster than ordinary people.

“You want to kick me out?”

At the moment Ling withdrew his hand, Yan Shengrui grabbed Ling’s wrist and his loving eyes fixed on him. Yan was not stupid. From beginning to end, Ling’s attitude towards him was alienated. He heard what the big bun once said, ‘let him leave after his health improved’. The lack of memory made him unable to know why he abandoned them for five years. However, after several days of contact, his heart told him that he wanted to stay here. He wanted to live together with Ling and their sons, as the man of the house and a member to support the whole family and keep them away from bullying.

This time, Yan skillfully controlled the strength gripping Ling’s wrist, so as not to make him feel pain while making the latter unable to break away. Ling Jingxuan noticed it, but he did not intend to appreciate his kindness, “We have nothing to do with each other, I saved your life, and I don’t ask you to repay. Now your injury is getting better, leaving is only an inevitable result.”

The cold voice made Yan feel very alienated. He frowned and said coldly, “Have nothing to do with each other? If so, where did your two children come from?”