Chapter 169 He Is My Grandson

"To be honest with you, if you hadn't found a way to make me step in, this child would..." She let out a cold snort.

Lin Xinjian knew all too well that even the hospital had given up.

"Besides, the child has a frail constitution. Even if she is saved, it will all be for nothing if her nutrition cannot keep up."

Lin Xinjian gritted his teeth, "I know."

He had already made up his mind. The chickens raised at home laid one or two eggs every day, and from now on, he would send them over for his sister to eat.

Seeing that he had a plan in mind, Lin Jingyue began to treat the child.

Under the terrified gazes of Lin Xinjian and Li Erya, she took out silver needles, unwrapped the tattered little quilt from the child's body, and began to pierce the acupuncture points.

"!!" The two of them were almost scared out of their wits.

Yet, seeing Lin Jingyue's calm and composed expression, they managed to forcefully restrain themselves.

Half an hour later, the child's breathing became much stronger, and Lin Xinjian beside them let out a slight sigh of relief.

Lin Jingyue, however, was in no rush to remove the needles. "Go boil some hot water."

"Go boil some hot water," Lin Xinjian nudged Li Erya beside him.

With that, Li Erya scrambled eagerly off to boil water.

Lin Jingyue...

After a flurry of activity, the child let out a few cries, followed by a loud retch as she vomited mostly phlegm. A short while later, the needles were finally removed. Lin Jingyue used hot water to mix her custom-made medicinal powder and fed it to the child, who then drifted off to sleep.

This time, there was no longer that suffocating feeling of being unable to catch her breath, and her breathing was significantly smoother.

"All right, give me the IOU and I'll be on my way. As for the medicine, what's here is enough for three days, three times a day. As for the rest, gather the money and pay me before we talk about it." Lin Jingyue began to pack up her belongings.

Lin Xinjian had prepared the IOU the moment he returned. He handed it to Lin Jingyue now, and after checking it and confirming there were no issues, she tucked it away.

"Oh, by the way, the person who wanted to harm you should be from Beijing," Lin Xinjian suddenly added just as she was about to leave.

"How do you know?" Lin Jingyue asked calmly, seemingly unsurprised.

"His accent is very similar to Zhou Yan and the others."

"Alright, I know. Thanks," Lin Jingyue nodded, "but this won't offset the medical bill."

Otherwise, if everyone in the production brigade started coming to her for medical treatment, it would be complete chaos.

"...I know," Lin Xinjian nodded. He had never expected that anyway; he only mentioned it because he saw how dedicated Lin Jingyue had been earlier.

Stepping out of their house, Lin Jingyue glanced up at the moonlight suspended in mid-air, and after scanning her surroundings to ensure no one was around, she tossed her medical box straight into her spatial dimension.

People from Beijing... Hah, they really just cannot wait.

She didn't even need to think to know who had sent them. It seemed they had found out about her existence—oh wait, they probably even knew about her dating Jiang Xun.

The Song family... truly fucking arrogant. She hadn't even gone looking for trouble yet, and they were already seeking her out. A bunch of morons.

In the letter Li Erya had delivered to her, the specific details instructed Lin Xinjian on how to deal with her.

Sell her deep into the mountains, or if that failed, find an opportunity to simply knock her off. As long as it was handled seamlessly, they would clean up the mess afterward. In return, Lin Xinjian would receive a handsome sum of money, plus an opportunity to return to the city.

Tsk, what a lavish gesture. Yet, Lin Xinjian had actually surprised her; in the face of such temptations, he had chosen to tell her simply because of Lin Xinrou's child.

The old hag of the Song family must have found out about her. Her aunt's trip to Beijing probably made that person sitting on pins and needles.

She needed to give her aunt a heads-up. Hmm, she had suddenly figured out where she wanted to go for the upcoming New Year—Beijing... She was going to raise hell there. If she didn't strip the Song family down to the bone, her name wasn't Lin Jingyue.

Just wait, you morons, your auntie is coming for you soon.

"Who?!"

The moment Lin Jingyue spoke, she darted forward. She had never stopped training her martial arts, and her speed was blistering.

In a split second, she was right in front of a shadowy figure.

The opponent clearly hadn't expected her reaction to be this fast. Realizing he had been exposed, he didn't hold back either.

What the hell, a trained fighter?

Lin Jingyue was inwardly startled. After blocking a punch from the opponent, she dropped low to evade his follow-up attack and spun around to deliver a swift kick. She certainly hadn't held back her strength.

Taken aback, the opponent never anticipated that a mere young woman could pack such immense power.

That kick landed squarely on his arm, forcing him to stumble back five or six steps before he could barely steady himself.

If he hadn't been well-trained, that single kick would have sent him flying!

Even now, his arm was still numb and trembling.

"Speak of the devil, and here you are. Since you dared to go after your auntie, go to hell." Lin Jingyue didn't give the man a chance to catch his breath and pressed the attack.

In the darkness, the man's gaze turned cold and dark. Who would have thought such a remote mountain village would harbor such a formidable opponent.

His reactions were also lightning-fast. Evading Lin Jingyue's strike, he found his right arm temporarily incapacitated; fighting with only one hand, he gradually began to lose the upper hand.

The two of them exchanged blows back and forth, and after dozens of rapid exchanges, Lin Jingyue began to pant heavily.

Failing to take the man down yet, her brow furrowed sharply.

The intruder was no ordinary person—not just a standard practitioner, nor someone trained in military combat techniques, but rather... someone versed in systematic, institutional martial arts.

Even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. This only deepened Lin Jingyue's suspicions about him.

"Bang—"

Suddenly, under the moonlight, the man caught a glimpse of Lin Jingyue's hazy face and paused for a fraction of a second. But that split-second hesitation was all the opening Lin Jingyue needed. Without a hint of politeness, she whipped her fist forward, landing a solid blow that left the man letting out a muffled groan and instantly turning pale.

"Lass, wait!" Just as Lin Jingyue was about to press her advantage and beat the falling dog, an elderly voice suddenly rang out—it was Old Man Lu from the cowshed.

"Lass, this man is no villain; he is this old man's grandson. It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Old Man Lu had never expected that when his grandson secretly snuck over for a visit, he would run into Lin Jingyue.

Had he not noticed the watch his grandson had dropped and chased after him, this reckless brat would have suffered a crushing defeat tonight!

Hearing Old Man Lu's words, Lin Jingyue halted her movements, though she didn't lower her guard, keeping her defensive gaze fixed on the man.

"Old Man Lu, is he really your grandson?"

Old Man Lu chuckled dryly, "Absolutely certain. You brat, this is Educated Youth Lin Jingyue. She has taken care of me countless times, and you've been utterly rude."

How humiliating—a grown man getting pinned down and beaten by a little girl.

"Lu Yunji, aren't you going to apologize to Lass Lin?" Old Man Lu gave Lu Yunji a slap on the arm.

Lin Jingyue—wait, what? Lu Yunji?

That sounded a bit familiar.

Just as Lin Jingyue was feeling bewildered, Lu Yunji gave a light cough, and his magnetic voice rang out, "My apologies. My rash attack just now was my fault. I've disturbed you, Miss, and I am truly sorry."

That familiar voice!

It really was him! But what on earth was he doing here?!

Lin Jingyue gave him a deep look. Though hazy in the darkness, she could still make out his standing figure, radiating an extraordinary demeanor.

She waved a hand dismissively, "No matter. Knowing your mistake is enough."

Besides, she wasn't the one who got the worst of it. True to someone who ran in the black market, he certainly wasn't simple.

That martial arts skill...

Lu Yunji: "..."

His eyes turned deep and fathomless. "As long as Comrade minds not, I thank you for taking care of my grandfather. I owe Comrade Lin a favor; should Comrade Lin ever need assistance in the future, just say the word."

He spoke with such refined, scholarly phrasing.

Lin Jingyue nodded, "Got it."

After bidding farewell to Old Man Lu, she turned and walked away. But after taking only a few steps, she suddenly heard Lu Yunji's voice call out:

"Baili Wenshuang!"

*Crash—*

Lin Jingyue stumbled and nearly tripped face-first onto the ground.

[Lin Jingyue: Well, I'm utterly fucked!]