Chapter Twelve: Acting Out the Whole Set

  Old Man Zhong nodded in agreement, "What he looks like, go to the hospital and take a look."

  Then, the Zhong family drove together to the hospital.

  As soon as I arrived at the hospital entrance, I received a call from Song's mother, saying that she had been rescued and was now awake.

  Master Zhong hastily glanced at Zhong Yuanchen and said, "Remember what I told you, be prepared for anything. If he mentions you, say this; if not, don't mention it. Your Uncle Song is someone who has taken bullets for me before, when he was under my command, he was a great fighter, but unfortunately, he's been plagued by illness in his middle age, and that's just the unpredictability of life."

  Zhong Yucheng didn't say a word, and Old Man Zhong cleared his throat a few times before they both entered the hospital.

  Entering the ward, Old Man Zhong sat in front of the bed, holding Song's father's hand and softly called out, "How are you?"

  Song's father nodded weakly, his voice barely audible, but still clear, "Master, that one, is my little daughter, Linlang."

  He stretched out his other hand and pointed to a young girl at the bedside.

  Old Master Zhong took a look and found that he looked quite good, turned around and glanced at Zhong Yuchen, patted his hand, "It's okay, I know what you want to say."

  "Master, I have only this one daughter, I'm afraid that... she will then find it very hard to get a good husband..."

  Master Zhong said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're so young, nothing will happen to you. As for Linglang, this child is so pretty and talented, if she were to marry our Yu Chen, it would be a waste."

  Zhong Yuchen's face turned even darker, and Old Master always managed to smear black on his own face.

  "It's not worth it...it's not worth it..." Song's father's face turned red with a thick neck due to anxiety.

  "Alright then, I'll promise you right here and now."

  Song's father nodded with tears in his eyes, "Master, if Linlang can be your daughter-in-law, I will die without any regrets."

  "You'd better take good care of yourself, what's the point of saying this."

  Zhong Yucheng looked at the woman not far away, he glanced twice and then poked Zhong Lao's back with his finger.

  Master Zhong nodded knowingly, stood up and said, "Take good care of yourself, we'll head back first."

  Song's father nodded and looked at Song's mother, "See off Master."

  Song's mother agreed and sent several people from the Zhong family out of the hospital room.

  The moment he closed the door, Song's father, who had been silent all along, suddenly pulled out the oxygen tube, sat up straight, and looked nothing like a seriously ill person.

  "Dad, it's really okay like this." Song Lin Cang sat on the edge of the bed, massaging her father's shoulders.

  "Let's just say, Dad did all this to help you marry the only son of the Zhong family and succeed. The bridge has been paved for you, whether you cross it or not is up to you now. This is the first time I've done something so unscrupulous, and also the last."

  Song Lin Cang nodded, "My daughter will definitely not disappoint you this time. As long as I can marry Zhong Yu Chen, our Song family will only add to the beauty of things and will never decline. Don't worry, Dad."

  Song's father nodded and lay down again.

  At this time, Song Mu came back.

  She hastily closed the door, locked it, and then smiled at her husband and daughter as she walked towards them. With a sly smile, she said, "It seems that this trick really works. I think that within a few days, the news of Zhong Yucheng's engagement to our Linlang will spread, and by then, our Song family will truly be glorious."

  Song Lin Cang thought of Zhong Yu Chen tonight, and her face was slightly flushed. She walked around the curtain and lay on another sickbed, staring at the sky outside the window, seemingly lost in thought.