Chapter 11 Is Wen Yang the target of the Year of Feng He?
When the old man heard this, his hands were shaking with excitement, "...are you telling the truth? Can Xiao Che's legs really still stand up?"
Wen Yang nodded.
"It just takes some time, and the process is quite painful, and there are certain risk factors. If it is not necessary, I advise you to ask Mr. Feng if you insist on treatment."
She has to explain the pros and cons clearly in advance.
The old man frowned, feeling shaken in his heart, "...will it hurt?"
His precious grandson has already suffered too much, and he doesn't want him to suffer anymore.
"Otherwise, let's forget it..."
"It doesn't matter, I'm willing to give it a try." Feng Lingche suddenly said from behind.
He just saw that the old man and the two were having a lively chat, so he went to the study to do some work for a while, and happened to hear Wen Yang's words when he came out.
In Wen Yang's view, if it does not extremely affect his life, it is not recommended that he receive treatment.
After all, the Feng family has strong assets. As long as someone as noble as Feng Lingche is willing to pay, he will have a lot of people to serve him. There is really no need to suffer this punishment.
But what he was thinking about was that all the doctors who had seen his legs over the years had said the same thing.
——Unless a miracle occurs, it is impossible to cure.
Even the hidden master back then did not make an absolute guarantee.
But the little girl in front of him easily said something he never dared to hope for in his life.
Wen Yang originally wanted to persuade him to consider it again, but seeing that the old man was distressed but respected his grandson and didn't want to see him disappointed, he finally agreed.
Because Wen Yang was here and there were 14 Western chefs specially invited by Feng Lingche, the meal was particularly enjoyable.
After dinner, Feng Lingche answered the phone and disappeared.
The old man took Wen Yang to his room and gave her a 500-carat diamond ring that he had given her when he married his wife. He also regretfully said that if it were not for the size, he would have wanted to make a bigger one.
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Wen Yang looked at the diamond ring as big as an egg in her hand, her head suddenly swelled, and she quickly declined, saying that the gift was too expensive and she couldn't take it.
As a result, the old man's sunny weather suddenly turned to heavy rain.
I sat on the ground crying until my heart was broken and I was out of breath.
Wen Yang had no choice but to reluctantly accept it, thinking that when he saw Feng Lingche, he would return it to the old man.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she agreed, the old man shed tears, took her hand and started chatting happily.
Wen Yang: "..."
Are you changing too quickly?
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Yufengyuan Reception Room.
A basin of cold water poured down from the top of my head without any warning.
Su Rao, who was chained to the chair, trembled and suddenly opened his eyes.
When she first woke up, she was still a little dazed. After seeing her surroundings clearly, Su Rao's face suddenly turned pale, and she desperately tried to break free. The iron chains made a loud clang in the closed and dark space, which was extremely harsh.
"Let me go! Let me go!! Do you know who I am?!"
With horrified eyes, he scanned the surrounding walls and saw that they were filled with countless torture instruments. On the rusty blades, you could still vaguely see the coagulated black blood...
At this time, a man appeared at the door.
A man with a strong aura and as handsome as a god.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, with the collar of his black shirt slightly open, revealing the simple red rope underneath. His mandible line was perfect as a sculpture, and his narrow peach blossom eyes were extremely cold. He looked at her up and down for a moment, and finally made a sound in disgust.
"Did you do it yourself, or did I get you to do it?"
Su Rao's eyes flashed with panic, and he threatened harshly, "I am a woman from Feng Henian. If you dare to lay a finger on me, he will definitely not let you go!"
Feng Lingche glanced at Jiang Ci, who immediately understood and threw the phone at Su Rao's feet.
Su Rao subconsciously glanced at the picture on the screen, and suddenly felt like a chicken was being grabbed by the throat, unable to speak even half a sentence.
In the picture, it is her old and sick mother who is far away in the countryside.
On weekdays, he always heard Feng Henian belittling his son, which made Su Rao subconsciously classify him as a waste who accomplished nothing.
Unexpectedly, the so-called 'trash' took less than half an hour to grasp her only weak spot.
There is no Internet connection in the countryside and it is far away from the imperial capital. Since this person was able to take a photo of her mother in such a short period of time, it means that she must have investigated her identity a long time ago.
Even if she got into the Rose Manor yesterday by luck, it was probably a trap dug by Feng Lingche, waiting for her to jump into.
Faced with such a thoughtful and terrifying person, once she lies, what greets her will definitely be her mother’s body!
"...You are cruel, what do you want to hear?" Su Rao clenched his fists hard, took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling of his body, calmed himself down, and tried to negotiate with him.
Feng Lingche took out the cigarette, put it in the corner of his lips, and lit it.
The curling smoke formed a beam of light in the light above his head, making his handsome face even more arrogant. He waved his hand casually, and a man walked out of the darkness, holding a camera in his hand, and stood behind him.
"Who has Feng Henian seen in the imperial capital recently?" Feng Lingche raised his eyelids slightly and asked lightly.
Su Rao was stunned. She thought he would ask, ‘Did Feng Henian send her to kill him?’, but he didn’t expect that this was the question.
She thought for a moment, turned her gaze to the camera, and answered truthfully, "I had dinner with people from the Black Panther Alliance the night before yesterday."
Black Panther Alliance?
Feng Lingche narrowed his eyes slightly. The Black Panther Alliance is a well-known and powerful organization in the imperial capital. It has huge power and spreads all over the country. It can guarantee financial bets between top wealthy families.
According to rumors, once one party breaks the contract, they will experience the assassination pursuit of the Black Panther Alliance.
No matter how powerful the opponent is behind him, he cannot escape death in the end.
The strength cannot be underestimated.
But relying on his understanding of Feng Henian, the other party would never make a bet with others easily, even if the bet was his son who wanted to be cut into pieces with a thousand knives, Cun Cun Lingchi...
"Ha... It's useless even if you ask. The master knows that I'm here. If I don't reply to him within 2 hours, he will definitely find me here!" Su Rao's handle was held in his hand, and he couldn't bear it.
Keep reminding me.
Feng Lingche ignored her and continued to ask the second question, "Feng Henian's goal is Wen Yang?"
Su Rao's face changed slightly, "How did you know?!"
Feng Lingche's thin lips curled into a sneer.
If the target was him, Feng Henian would directly send 200 killers to intercept him in the middle of the road and beat him to death, and then take him home to enjoy the scene of him being miserable and miserable, kneeling and begging for mercy.
How could he send a weak woman over and solve it casually?
Presumably, using a kid to deal with Wen Yang was a bad idea that she came up with herself.
At this time, a subordinate walked in from outside, bent down and put his ear canal, "Lord Buddha, Miss Wen has brought you here."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Yang appeared at the stairs.
Mermaid Ji’s sequined long skirt from the pink haute couture series sparkles as she moves around, like the water patterns flowing on the lake.
Her cold white and slender wrists rested on the armrests. Under her exquisite and beautiful facial features, a pair of eyes that seemed to have stared at the cold night swept over every corner of the reception room.
Without fear, I just walked down step by step and sat next to Feng Lingche.