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Chapter 145: Chapter 145 Disciple
After all, she gave in. Lin Chuxia pulled up a stool to sit in front of him, took off her shoes and socks, and directly stepped on his feet.
At night, the wind started howling outside, whistling against the window corners with a whooshing sound, while inside the house was boiling with heat.
The man she had been thinking about for days finally achieved his goal, seemingly trying to vent all the grievances he suffered these days.
If it weren’t for Lin Chuxia’s reminder, he would probably have made a fuss until dawn without any care.
In the morning when they got up, Qin Han and Zhang Guilan had already gone to the store.
Their store sells breakfast, which is a very hard job. They have to get up very early every day, but thankfully, Qin Family Village is right within the city limits, and it’s not very far from the Qin Family’s home to the store.
Little Zhuangzhuang saw Lin Chuxia getting up and scurried over, "Little Auntie, is Little Uncle still in bed? Grandma said Little Uncle is injured and needs rest. She told me to keep quiet and not disturb Little Uncle’s rest."
Lin Chuxia thought to herself that your Little Uncle doesn’t need any rest at all; he was as lively as a dragon and tiger last night. The one who needs rest is your Little Auntie.
She raised her hand and rubbed his little head.
Since they all started working at the Bun Shop, the family’s meals had significantly improved. Little Zhuangzhuang was getting plumper and more adorable.
Children of this age are full of energy, never able to stay put.
"There’s nothing wrong, your Little Uncle is already up."
"Really?"
While he was speaking, Qin Yang came out of the house, "What’s true or false?"
His words were to Little Zhuangzhuang, but his eyes were glued to Lin Chuxia, with a sticky gaze that seemed to tangle, which made Lin Chuxia uncomfortable and she lightly coughed to remind him.
This man, when at work, still restrained himself, but at home, he becomes a completely different person, utterly letting himself go without shame.
Little Zhuangzhuang, not understanding the adults’ exchange of looks, happily ran back to the house, shouting as he ran, "Grandma baked sweet potatoes, said to wait for Little Auntie and Little Uncle to get up and eat together, I’m going to tell Grandma now."
After eating breakfast and the deliciously sweet, soft baked sweet potatoes, they finally left the house.
The north wind did not stop, and the temperature dropped a few more degrees. It’s said that during the minor and major cold, it freezes a family to death; today just happened to be the first day of the minor cold, the coldest time of the year.
Old Sir He stayed at home and didn’t go out. With the cold weather, he only occasionally went to the Bun Shop, and sometimes he didn’t even see Lin Chuxia, which made him even less keen to go.
Seeing Lin Chuxia bring a man in, he guessed the identity of the man.
A pair of shrewd eyes scrutinized the visitor from head to toe, making Qin Yang instinctively straighten his back.
"Master, I heard you like the sorghum liquor from the Northwest. This is the most famous local sorghum liquor, please give it a try."
Qin Yang held the liquor with a cautious manner, which Lin Chuxia was seeing for the first time.
Seeing the little old man had no intention of taking it, Qin Yang sweated even in the harsh winter, Lin Chuxia directly took the liquor and placed it by the bed.
"Alright, old man, you can stop now. Look how scared you’ve made him."
Old Master He finally shifted his gaze away, snorting coldly, "They say women are sentimental. Is that why you feel sorry for him? With such a lack of mental fortitude, he still dares to marry my disciple."
"Sorry, but I was already married to him when I became your disciple, so you no longer have a vote in this."
Old Master He paused, took the broom next to him, and threw it at her, "You little wretch, aren’t you just asking to upset me, old man?"
Before Lin Chuxia could raise her hand, a large hand had already steadily caught the broom, and realizing it was somewhat inappropriate, gently placed it in front of the old master.
Old Master He looked at him again, his expression slightly softened, "You’re barely a match for my disciple. Even though you recognized me as your master already married, if it doesn’t work out, you can still divorce. My disciple He Qichang doesn’t need to be tied down by marriage and suffer those grievances."
Lin Chuxia was slightly touched; her master truly cared for her.
In her previous life, she endured so much in her marriage, yet no one had ever said something like this to her.
Qin Yang was indeed nervous, even more so than when he met her parents; he didn’t quite understand why.
Hearing Old Sir He’s words, his face turned serious, and he immediately responded, "Master, rest assured, I will surely treat Chuxia well, and please feel free to supervise me."
Old Sir He hummed noncommittally and pointed to a seat nearby, "Sit down. What are you here for?"
"Master, listen to how you speak! Of course, I came to see you, and incidentally brought him along for you to meet. My husband is also your junior now, so not only do you have me as a disciple, but you also have him, and together we’ll honor you."
Hearing the word ’disciple,’ both Old Sir He and Qin Yang couldn’t help but twitch their lips simultaneously.
At that moment, the two men exchanged glances, each seeing an understanding in the other’s eyes.
"Still honoring me? With his half-disabled condition, what can I even expect?"
"So, master, in order to depend on him in the future, could you please check his arm?"
Old Sir He almost laughed in exasperation, "Still saying it’s nothing serious, your mind is written all over your face!"
"No, bringing him here to meet you is true. Checking his arm just came along the way; consider it a meeting gift for the junior."
Old Sir He didn’t bother arguing with her. He had made up his mind not to treat anyone anymore, but since the day he acknowledged Lin Chuxia, a corner of his icy heart had also thawed.
When it came to her and her concerns, he couldn’t help but relent.
"Come here, let me have a look."
Lin Chuxia brought Qin Yang over, helping him to undo the strap supporting his arm.
Old Sir He touched his arm inch by inch until he reached a spot, seeing him frown slightly, then continued moving upwards.
"Take off your jacket, let me see."
Qin Yang complied.
Previously, at a hospital in the Northwest, Lin Chuxia had seen Qin Yang’s arm, which was thinner than the normal one. It had been nearly a month since his injury; it was normal for the muscles in his arm to atrophy from lack of exercise.
Yet Old Sir He still frowned slightly after examining it.
"Master, how is it?" Lin Chuxia was also very nervous.
"If it had been just injured, it would be easy to recover, but now..."
"Master, please think of something. He needs to use his right hand for writing and drawing. You know he is very talented. The Northwest Bridge reported recently was designed by him. If he can’t hold a pen in his right hand..."
"I haven’t even said anything yet, what’s the rush?"
Old Sir He huffed in displeasure.
Lin Chuxia swallowed hard, "Then please continue..."
Old Sir He glared at her once; usually, she managed the Bun Shop with a strict and efficient attitude, but why did she seem brainless when dealing with this man?
Not wanting to leave her in suspense any longer, he straightforwardly said, "It’s more troublesome now. I’ll prescribe some plasters for now; apply them and come here every other day for acupuncture. After a month, there should be some recovery."
Lin Chuxia couldn’t help but ask, "Can it fully recover to its original state?"
Old Sir He pointed towards the door, "Right now, you just get out..."
