Meng Jingwei worried about Old Chen Tou, who was like a father and a teacher to her. She had begged him many times to come down the mountain and live with her adoptive parents, but he always refused. Now, with this incident, Meng Jingwei was even more concerned about him.
"Old Chen Tou, I'm telling you, if you don't wake up, I'll..."
"Oh dear, you're so noisy. I can't even sleep peacefully."
As Meng Jingwei was grumbling, the unconscious Old Chen Tou blinked and woke up. He saw Meng Jingwei sitting by his bedside and stared at her for a long time. Perhaps due to the cranial surgery, his mind was a bit hazy.
"Old Chen Tou, you're finally awake?" Meng Jingwei was overjoyed to see him awake. She reached out and patted the back of his hand, "You scared me to death. If you didn't wake up, I thought you'd sleep forever." As she spoke, she didn't notice her voice was a bit choked.
Old Chen Tou took a moment to recover. Seeing Meng Jingwei holding his hand tightly, he glared at her, his beard bristling, "Look at you, what kind of stuff are you made of? Do you think I'd just die?"
"What are you saying? You haven't even seen me get married yet. How can I let you die? At the very least, you have to wait until I have a child, so you can teach my son martial arts," Meng Jingwei said with a playful tone, though she was truly scared. Generally, people who undergo cranial surgery take one to two days to wake up. The fact that he woke up in just a few hours indicated he had good physical fitness.
"You ungrateful wretch," Old Chen Tou snorted. "Teaching you alone has made me worry myself sick. And you want me to help you raise your son? Dream on."
"It's okay if you don't help with the son. After you're discharged, you can live with my parents. You can look after each other, and it'll be easier for me," Meng Jingwei suggested.
"No. I'm used to living alone. I wouldn't be comfortable living with your parents," he refused without hesitation. Meng Jingwei had anticipated his refusal and had her next words ready. "Then come with me to Lancheng. I've opened a wedding company. You can be my security guard. You're so skilled, it would be a waste not to use it." That way, no matter what, Old Chen Tou would be by her side, and she could look after him.
"Security guard?" Old Chen Tou's eyes lit up. "In Lancheng?" Seeing the bright stars ignite in his cloudy eyes, Meng Jingwei frowned. "Old Chen Tou, have you been to Lancheng before?" A while ago, not long after Qing Si Huai returned to Lancheng, she happened to be at the central plaza on Feinan Street one evening. She was sitting on the curb, watching a group of young people celebrating, when she saw someone who looked exactly like Old Chen Tou. However, when she chased them into an alley, the person disappeared. Later, Qing Si Huai and Qing Mu Ye appeared one after another, and Meng Jingwei forgot about it. Her sudden question made Old Chen Tou's gaze flicker. "Hmm, this old man barely knows his way around Xuancheng, let alone Lancheng? Why don't you ask me if I can fly?"
"Pfft..." Meng Jingwei was amused by Old Chen Tou's words. "That makes sense. You can't even read two words. Even if you went out, you wouldn't be able to find your way."
"Master Chen is awake?" Just as the master and disciple were having a lively conversation in the ward, Qing Mu Ye entered with late-night snacks. Seeing him return with food, Meng Jingwei's stomach rumbled uncontrollably. She had been rushing back, constantly worried about Old Chen Tou, so she had no appetite and no desire to eat. Now that Old Chen Tou was awake and in good spirits, Meng Jingwei's anxious heart had settled, and she naturally felt hungry.
"Isn't this Mu Ye? I, an old man, accidentally fell, and you had to worry and come all this way." After all, Old Chen Tou was a martial artist with a very strong physique. Even after undergoing cranial surgery, he was in excellent spirits now, not as frail as elderly people his age.
"As long as Master Chen is safe and sound, that's all that matters." He lifted the things in his hands. "I bought a lot of late-night snacks. Master Chen, would you like to have some?"
"Old Chen Tou just had surgery not long ago. He can't eat," Meng Jingwei said, then tilted her head to look at Old Chen Tou and smiled playfully, "Then you just lie there and watch me and Qing Mu Ye eat." The taut string in her heart had finally loosened, and her mood significantly improved. Her attitude towards Qing Mu Ye naturally became a bit better. Since their ward was not crowded, Qing Mu Ye placed the items on the table between the two beds. He opened the various late-night snacks he had bought, and the aroma of delicious food immediately filled the room, making Old Chen Tou very tempted. He swallowed and glared at Meng Jingwei, "Get lost and eat. The smell is too strong and bothersome."
"No, I'm eating right here." Meng Jingwei was like a disobedient child in front of Old Chen Tou, particularly mischievous but also endearing.
"Hmph, you have no conscience." Old Chen Tou snorted and turned his head away, no longer looking at her.
"By the way, about what I told you earlier, about you coming back to Lancheng with me, you should think about it carefully. My shop needs a security guard. You can help me, and I'll pay you a salary. Let me tell you, Lancheng is very lively and much more interesting than here." Meng Jingwei chatted with Old Chen Tou about Lancheng while eating.
Old Chen Tou hesitated for a long time. After thinking about it, he finally sighed, "I've lived in the countryside my whole life and haven't been out to see anything. I don't know how many years my old bones have left. It wouldn't be bad to go out and see. Yes, that would be good." He agreed. However, his words made Meng Jingwei's heart ache with a profound sense of emotion for Old Chen Tou.
"Alright then. You recuperate well at home. After you're better, I'll take you to Lancheng," Meng Jingwei said.
"Master Chen is so skilled. Don't work for A Wei. She's poor and pays little. Come work for me. I'll pay you a higher salary and provide better benefits than her," Qing Mu Ye said while eating. His words, though seemingly joking, were serious. Upon hearing this, Meng Jingwei's face darkened. "Qing Mu Ye, what do you mean? Is it because you're rich and powerful that you're so arrogant? Let me tell you, he's my master, and he definitely won't work for you."
"Hehehe, young man, if I work for you, how much will you pay me per month?" Old Chen Tou's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask Qing Mu Ye, a chuckle escaping him. His question was equivalent to slapping Meng Jingwei in the face, making her both angry and helpless. "Old Chen Tou, you're my master!"
"But this old man still likes money." Old Chen Tou stroked his goatee and chuckled, appearing somewhat like a mischievous old man.
"You..." Meng Jingwei pouted, momentarily speechless.
"When Master Chen returns to Lancheng with me, I'll show you the workplace. The salary will be at least double that of A Wei's company."