Lin Feng was not about to easily give up the chance to be close to the beauty of his dreams. He shamelessly stuck by Wang Xiaoyun’s side, ignoring her protests and acting like a leech. Occasionally, he would deliberately call out “Cousin, cousin,” enjoying the sight of Wang Xiaoyun’s frustration. He didn’t understand what Grandpa was planning, but after inquiring about his family situation, Grandpa made it clear they should act as cousins. Lin Feng was initially reluctant, fearing that this label would hinder his pursuit of Wang Xiaoyun, but then he remembered his own grandfather had passed away before he was born, so there couldn’t possibly be any connection with this old man, which eased his mind. Besides, being Wang Xiaoyun’s cousin was not a bad deal for him! What he didn’t expect was that Wang Xiaoyun’s grandfather was none other than Wang Deren, the most renowned physician in Yushan City, known as the “Modern Bian Que.”
When Lin Feng first saw the golden plaque of Jishitang, he felt an inexplicable impulse and barged in. Little did he expect, not only was this man skilled in medicine, but he was also a hidden martial arts master. If he could truly have such an extraordinary grandfather, it would indeed be a great joy. The old man kept probing about who taught Lin Feng his techniques, and Lin Feng could only give a wry smile, thinking to himself that he didn’t know any martial arts, but he couldn’t tell the truth either, that he had a super-smart phone system in his head which had somehow allowed him to pick up a few moves. Such a reason was too fantastical to be believed, even by ghosts. Lin Feng couldn’t explain it properly, so he just mumbled his way through, and the old man seemed deeply touched, even comforting him, saying that if there were things he couldn’t speak about, it was fine to keep them to himself for now.
