Chapter 43: So, When Will My Daughter Come Back?

The Medical Immortal had also received the punishment notice.

Huahua came to the clinic as well.

“Yu Yu is in your hands now.”

“Don’t worry.” The Medical Immortal nodded.

After a while, Huahua’s curiosity got the better of her.

“What kind of relationship do you have with the boss?”

“No romantic involvement, just a past of savior and saved; I owe him a debt of gratitude.”

Huahua raised an eyebrow; while there might not be romantic involvement, there was definitely some emotional connection.

“Medical Immortal Brother ,” came Yu Yu’s voice.

“Huahua!” Yu Yu exclaimed joyfully as she spotted the radiant Huahua, running over with her arms wide open.

Huahua squatted down with open arms.

Yu Yu hugged Huahua tightly.

“Remember to stay close to your Medical Immortal brother,” Huahua reminded her.

“Okay!” Yu Yu nodded, then pulled out an apple to give to Huahua.

“Go on.” Huahua accepted the apple and took a big bite.

The Medical Immortal picked up Yu Yu and disappeared from Huahua’s sight.

After watching the two leave, Huahua turned and walked away, munching on the apple.

….

Without his daughter by his side, Feng Xiaohan felt incredibly bored.

Qing’an observed as the prince changed his sitting position eight times in just a short while, restless as if the wheelchair had thorns.

“Your Highness, would you like to ask Brother Lin to play a game of chess?” Qing’an gently suggested.

This could help divert his attention.

“Sure.” Feng Xiaohan nodded.

Qing’an went to arrange it.

Feng Xiaohan propped his head on his hand, sighing. Without his daughter nearby, everything felt dull and empty inside.

Under the gazebo, Feng Xiaohan sat opposite Lin Zhi, with a chessboard and box set up on the stone table.

Feng Xiaohan handed the black pieces to his adopted son, and Lin Zhi readily accepted, placing a piece on the board.

Feng Xiaohan followed suit.

After a while, Feng Xiaohan looked at the chessboard, thinking how nice it would be if his daughter were home; he could teach her how to play chess.

Lin Zhi glanced at his father and noticed he seemed a bit distracted.

“Are you worried about something, Father?”

“No.” Feng Xiaohan immediately denied it.

“Missing your daughter?” Lin Zhi pointed out the obvious.

“Who’s missing her? It’s good that she’s not around making noise; I can enjoy the peace.” Feng Xiaohan was stubborn, refusing to admit any feelings.

He was a mature and composed father; how could he be attached to his daughter?

His daughter had her own things to do, and as a father, he should learn to support and understand her.

Moreover, he was busy himself.

So, when would his daughter come back?

Lin Zhi smiled, thinking his father was just being stubborn.

If he was absent-minded, he would end up losing the game.

They continued playing, with Feng Xiaohan still not fully focused.

Eventually, he found he had no more moves left; he glanced down at the board and realized he had already lost.

“I concede, I’ve lost.” Feng Xiaohan threw in the towel.

“Thank you for your generosity, Father.” Lin Zhi gathered the pieces. Had it not been for his father’s distraction, he wouldn’t have won.

After all, it was his father who taught him music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; he hadn’t yet reached the point of surpassing his father.

Feng Xiaohan looked at his adopted son, who had grown from a sickly child.

“Do you remember when we first learned chess? You taught us on a patch of sand.” Lin Zhi recalled, looking at the transparent black pieces and the smooth white ones, remembering how, during their hardest times, his father had drawn a chessboard in the sand with charcoal pieces and stones, patiently teaching them.

“Huo Rong and Gu Zhu could never seem to learn,” he reflected, noting how he, Jiang Gu, and Zhao Yuan learned quickly.

But their father had never been angry; he simply said everyone had their strengths.

Hearing his adopted son’s memories, Feng Xiaohan was instantly reminded of the days he spent raising them.

Especially the days spent raising multiple children.

He shouldn’t think about it; the more he thought, the more his head hurt.

That group was not easy to handle at all.

Jiang Gu had been refusing to eat and drink, lost in a daze; Huo Rong was mischievous, full of endless energy every day.

Zhao Yuan was like a prickly wolf cub, biting anyone who got too close.

Gu Zhu had been extremely insecure, scared of doing anything; even a slightly louder voice would frighten her.

Lin Zhi had been in poor health, often falling ill.

During that time, he had been alone managing a group of difficult children, thankfully later saved by Qing’an, who helped care for the kids.

Fortunately, they all grew up well.

“You guys were really hard to manage back then,” Feng Xiaohan lamented.

“Thanks for your hard work, Father.”

“They are all good kids in their own way.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi paused for a moment before breaking into a smile.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the sun outside and realized that, despite the time that had passed, it was still not yet noon.

Why was the day moving so slowly?

Lin Zhi was brewing tea nearby.

“Father, tea is ready.”

Feng Xiaohan picked up the cup and took a sip.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of peony flowers.

Lin Zhi looked up at the front.

Feng Xiaohan continued to leisurely savor his tea.

Suddenly, a flower petal flew toward Lin Zhi, infused with internal energy.

Lin Zhi tilted his head slightly to dodge; the petal struck the column behind him, leaving a fist-sized, deep indentation.

Feng Xiaohan stared at the hole in the column.

He silently cursed the wasteful and rebellious son.

“Coming in here and already causing trouble,” Feng Xiaohan complained.

A figure dressed in red pushed aside the curtain and walked in.

“Father.” Zhao Yuan greeted respectfully.

Feng Xiaohan frowned as he looked at his adopted son.

Zhao Yuan was dressed in a disheveled red outfit, his hair unbound, looking like a vagabond.

“Put on some proper clothes.”

Zhao Yuan wouldn’t listen to anyone else, but he would definitely heed Feng Xiaohan’s words.

“Father, you don’t understand; this is the current fashionable style, relaxed and ethereal.” Zhao Yuan explained while straightening his clothes.

He felt the need to respond, even if he had to explain himself.

Feng Xiaohan: He really didn’t understand and didn’t want to.

“I don’t care about your style; you can dress however you like outside, but when at home, dress properly.”

Lin Zhi found it amusing to watch Zhao Yuan get scolded.

“Understood.” After tidying up his clothes, Zhao Yuan sat down.

He then looked at Lin Zhi with a gleeful expression.

“Are you not going to pour me a cup of tea?”

“You have hands and feet; can’t you do it yourself?” Lin Zhi shot him a glance.

Zhao Yuan glanced at the nearby cane and suddenly laughed.

“Then let Brother pour it for you; after all, your leg is injured.”

Lin Zhi rolled his eyes at Zhao Yuan; he wasn’t using his leg to pour tea.

“I brought some fine wine; let’s call everyone over tonight and celebrate.” He had come specifically to celebrate his father regaining his sight and ability to stand.

He had brought along some exquisite wine from the Western Regions that he had been saving.

“Alright.” Feng Xiaohan nodded.

“Stay a few more days this time; it’s a good opportunity for you to get to know your sister.”

“Hmm? Father has adopted another sister?” Zhao Yuan was somewhat surprised.

“Biological.” She is his biological daughter.

Zhao Yuan was truly shocked now.

“Father, that rumor can’t be true, right?”

That he had some sort of love-hate relationship and left a daughter behind after a night of recklessness?

Feng Xiaohan shot him a glare.

During those years, he had been too busy with battles and taking care of them to even sleep properly, let alone have time for romance.

“Old man, what’s really going on?” Zhao Yuan looked at Lin Zhi with keen curiosity.

Lin Zhi sipped his tea calmly.

If he didn’t say it, it would drive Zhao Yuan crazy.

Last time, he had also been involved in planting the gardenias.

“Come on, spill it. I’m dying to know!” Zhao Yuan was particularly eager to find out what had happened.

“Father can explain,” Lin Zhi suggested, glancing at Feng Xiaohan.

It would be better for Father to clarify the matter regarding his sister.

Feng Xiaohan briefly explained the system and the situation with Yu Yu.

Upon hearing about the system, Zhao Yuan’s pupils constricted sharply.

He… he had one too.

“The system you’re talking about, is it a screen that has various options on it?”

Lin Zhi was somewhat surprised.

“Yes, have you met Yu Yu already?”

“Yu Yu? Feng Wuyu?” A hint of confirmation flickered in Zhao Yuan’s eyes.