“President He is overthinking.”
After saying this, Jiang Lai tugged at Pei Jingchuan’s sleeve and left.
He Yunting was likely connected to those traitors who had fled the mystic sect, so she didn’t want to confront him directly.
After the three of them finished dinner at Qidu, Pei Jingchuan drove Jiang Lai back to Maple Lotus Villa. Zhuang Hao shamelessly squeezed into the back seat.
He leaned forward curiously and asked, “Back in the parking lot, Jingchuan and I both saw it — had you studied something before returning to the Gu family?”
Jiang Lai replied cautiously, “A little.”
According to her memories from her past life, Zhuang Hao held a medical equipment project that the Gu Group desperately wanted but never managed to obtain.
Right now, getting too close to him would bring her more trouble than benefit.
Zhuang Hao’s interest grew. “Then take a look at me.”
Jiang Lai glanced at him and said after a moment of thought, “You may have some family unrest recently.”
“R-really?” Zhuang Hao shrank back awkwardly.
He had seen Jiang Lai’s abilities with his own eyes, but hearing bad news about himself was still hard to accept.
“It’s not a big problem. If Young Master Zhuang needs, you can contact me to adjust your feng shui.”
Jiang Lai leaned back in the passenger seat and closed her eyes slightly.
Since she planned to enter the Gu Group, she might as well use this opportunity to tightly grasp the Zhuang family’s project in her hands.
That would be her first bargaining chip to stand firm in the company.
The car soon stopped outside Maple Lotus Villa.
After thanking Pei Jingchuan, Jiang Lai turned and entered the house.
Several unfamiliar faces were sitting in the living room. One white-bearded old man’s eyes lit up the moment he saw her.
“Lailai is back!” He hurried over, holding her hands and looking her over repeatedly. “You’ve grown into such a fine young lady!”
“Grandfather?” Jiang Lai’s eyelashes trembled as she called out uncertainly.
“It’s me.” Old Master Song happily pulled her to sit beside him.
Warmth spread through her palm, making everything feel unreal.
In her previous life, after she was recognized by the family, Old Master Song had always been in the hospital.
The Song family’s main household was in Lincheng. She only rushed over to see him once — right before his death.
Their relationship was distant, yet he still left all his assets to her through his lawyer as compensation for her years spent outside.
Old Master Song said kindly, “This time I’ll stay in South City for a while. I can walk around with Lailai more.”
Song Qin immediately interrupted unhappily, “Dad, the experts in South City have reviewed your report — they said you still need to stay in the hospital for observation.”
Second Aunt Song Yue also spoke up, “Yes, don’t get too emotional. It’s bad for your health.”
She pointed at Jiang Lai and scolded, “Don’t cling to your grandfather — what if you make him too excited and worsen his condition!”
Gu Qianhe stepped forward to defend Jiang Lai. “Second Aunt, my sister is just happy to see Grandfather. She didn’t mean anything else.”
Song Yue rolled her eyes. “Qianhe, stop speaking up for her. Bad upbringing is ingrained in the bones — how can it be changed?”
“Are you trying to anger me to death?” Old Master Song suddenly coughed violently, making both women fall silent.
At that moment, Gu Shaochen came out of the study holding medical reports.
He sat across from Old Master Song. “The hospital proposed several treatment plans. They’ll need to adjust them based on your condition.”
“This disease is rare worldwide and very tricky.”
Old Master Song waved his hand calmly. “It’s fine. At my age, I don’t expect a complete cure.”
Gu Shaochen nodded hesitantly and began explaining the options.
Jiang Lai picked up the case files on the coffee table.
Old Master Song suffered from a neurological disease. She could use talismans to alleviate symptoms, but true recovery still required modern medicine.
Before coming down the mountain, she and her master had once helped an American doctor adjust his lab’s feng shui — his laboratory specialized in researching this very disease.
He had contacted her recently, asking when she could return to the U.S.
Gu Qianli noticed her reading. “Sister, those medical records are in order — don’t mess them up.”
Ignoring him, Jiang Lai memorized key points and placed the files back.
“Second brother, has there been a successful case at Leon Laboratory in the U.S.?”
Gu Shaochen looked at her in shock. “How do you know that?”
Leon Lab was extremely low-profile. News of a successful cure had only circulated within a very small circle.
How could she possibly know?
Jiang Lai continued, “If we could invite their doctor here, what are Grandfather’s chances of recovery?”
Gu Shaochen replied coldly, “Stop thinking unrealistically. Even the Pei family might not be able to invite them — let alone us.”
He had tried before; countless emails to Leon Lab had gone unanswered.
If he couldn’t do it, what ability did Jiang Lai have?
Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow. “What if I can?”
Gu Shaochen’s gaze turned icy. “Grandfather’s health is not for you to joke about. Watch your words.”
A year had passed — yet Jiang Lai’s habit of not knowing her limits hadn’t changed at all.
The next day, Old Master Song was admitted to Ren’ai Hospital.
After discussion, the neurology experts unanimously decided on conservative treatment — observe first before deciding the next step.
Jiang Lai took a taxi to the hospital early in the morning.
Old Master Song was in a top-floor VIP ward surrounded by rows of bodyguards.
Song Yue stood in front of Jiang Lai with her chin raised. “The old man needs rest — you’re not allowed in.”
“I won’t disturb him,” Jiang Lai said quietly.
This was a hospital; she didn’t want to cause trouble here.
“Still no.” Song Yue was firm.
She already disliked Jiang Lai, and yesterday’s events had only made her angrier.
The ward was soundproof, and Old Master Song temporarily had no phone due to examinations, so Jiang Lai couldn’t contact him.
Thinking of this, Song Yue smirked slightly. “What are you all standing around for? Didn’t I say that irrelevant people aren’t allowed near the ward?!”
The bodyguards exchanged glances and moved to grab Jiang Lai.
Her figure shifted like a ghost — she caught their wrists and twisted lightly.
A clear crack echoed in the corridor.
Song Yue stared in disbelief. “You — what did you do?!”
These were carefully selected professional bodyguards — yet they were no match for Jiang Lai!
Jiang Lai rolled her wrist casually.
It seemed her master’s insistence that she practice ancient martial arts had been useful after all.
She smiled mischievously at Song Yue. “Second Aunt, would you like to try too?”