Chapter Five: Improving Health

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Some say that when the heart is clear, even the rain feels like sunshine; on days when the heart is stormy, even clear skies seem like rain. There is no endless rainy season in this world—no matter how rainy a place may be, there will be sunny days. Likewise, no place is forever bathed in sunshine; even the driest lands will one day receive nourishing rain.

A few days later, in the early morning.

In the Ling family's luxurious dining room, a nearly five-meter-long table was laid with an array of breakfast dishes—Chinese and Western, varied in style but modest in portion, each served in a small bowl. This was arranged according to the wishes of Ling Feilong, the head of the Ling family, who pursued a high-quality life without extravagance or waste.

At this sumptuous table, only two people sat.

“Xiao Yi, where’s Xiao Qin?” Ling Feilong asked, sipping freshly squeezed orange juice while flipping through several domestic and international economic weeklies on the table.

“Xueqin was sound asleep last night and hasn’t woken up even this morning. She hasn’t been sleeping well recently, so I didn’t wake her—thought she should rest longer,” Sun Yi replied respectfully, setting down a piece of toast he was about to eat.

“Oh.” Ling Feilong said no more, continuing to peruse the newspapers.

“Dad, I’ve finished eating. I’ll head out now,” Sun Yi said after finishing, briefly wiping his mouth and preparing to leave.

“Wait a moment, I have a gift for you. Steward Qin, bring him that thing,” Ling Feilong instructed, looking at Steward Qin, who was standing by the table serving them.

The steward respectfully presented a small square box to Sun Yi.

“Dad, what’s this?” Sun Yi accepted the box, looking at his father-in-law with curiosity.

“Congratulations on your promotion to Vice Mayor of Longcheng. You’re the youngest city-level official in Longteng Nation’s history,” Ling Feilong said with a faint smile, clearly pleased with his son-in-law.

“Thank you, Dad.” Sun Yi opened the box to find a finely crafted black pen engraved with a dragon totem. He admired it in his hand, reluctant to put it down.

If not for Steward Qin’s reminder, he might have forgotten he had to go to work—the first day of his tenure as Vice Mayor of Longcheng.

Holding the pen tightly, he bade farewell to his father-in-law once more and rose to leave.

“The young lady has excellent taste. Young Master Sun is not only from a distinguished family but also ambitious. He became Vice Mayor at such a young age and, most importantly, cherishes her deeply,” Steward Qin commented with admiration.

“Because of that, I feel a bit guilty toward this child,” Ling Tianlong sighed.

Ling Xueqin had been a natural beauty since childhood, groomed as the heir to the Ling Group from a young age. By twenty, she was appointed General Manager of the Ling Group, balancing her studies with work for her father. It was then that she revealed her remarkable business talent, increasing the Ling Group’s profits by thirty percent within a year, with steady growth thereafter. The Ling Group’s annual profits reached into the hundreds of billions.

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It was around this time at school that Ling Xueqin met Sun Yi, and the two quickly fell in love. Three years later, they began discussing marriage.

Sun Yi also hailed from a prestigious family; his father commanded the Longcheng Military District of Longteng Nation. Logically, Sun Yi was expected to pursue a military career, but he harbored ambition and chose politics instead, believing governing the country mattered more than strengthening the military.

Neither family opposed the marriage, and the couple wed smoothly.

At first, to avoid suspicion and to enjoy their private life, Sun Yi declined Ling Feilong’s offer to live in the Ling family estate. They purchased a small villa elsewhere and moved in.

One day, Sun Yi went out of town on a work inspection, leaving Ling Xueqin alone at home.

That very night, several gang criminals broke into their villa, kidnapped Ling Xueqin, and called Sun Yi demanding the release of their captured leader from the police station, threatening harm if he refused.

Ultimately, thanks to the combined forces of the Sun and Ling families, Ling Xueqin was rescued.

Having lived under her father’s protection all her life, Ling Xueqin was horrified by the ordeal. After her rescue, she fainted and then fell gravely ill.

Worried, Ling Feilong forbade her from living outside any longer and brought her home. Sun Yi, feeling guilty, moved into the Ling estate with his father’s blessing to care for her.

Under their careful attention, Ling Xueqin gradually emerged from the trauma, but her health remained fragile. She grew weak, exhausted by even light exercise. Ling Feilong sought renowned doctors worldwide to treat her, but none could provide more than the advice to “take it slow.”

Since then, Ling Feilong insisted she rest at home.

At a family gathering, Sun Yi’s father, unaware of Ling Xueqin’s condition, casually asked when they planned to have children. This question gave the despondent Ling Xueqin a new goal.

But with her frail health, how could she endure the tremendous ordeal of childbirth?

This became a long-standing sorrow in Ling Xueqin’s heart, though Sun Yi always comforted her, promising love regardless of her condition or whether they could have children.

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“Dad, Dad!”

Ling Xueqin hurried downstairs.

“What’s wrong, Xiao Qin? Slow down, slow down,” Ling Feilong put down his food and newspaper, stood up, and quickly moved to support her. Nothing was more precious to him than his daughter.

“Dad, no need—I can walk on my own,” Ling Xueqin pushed his hand away and jumped in place twice.

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“Be careful, my dear young lady,” Ling Feilong said anxiously, eyes filled with concern, hands ready to catch her lest she weakly stumble.

“It’s nothing. I’m hungry—time to eat,” Ling Xueqin cheerfully hopped toward the dining table.

Steward Qin pulled out a chair for her to sit.

Ling Xueqin picked up her knife and fork, chose several of her favorite dishes, and ate heartily.

“Xiao Qin, slow down. Eating too fast will upset your stomach,” Ling Feilong sat down beside her, his eyes full of paternal affection.

“Master, your car is waiting outside. You have important meetings with foreign clients this morning,” Steward Qin quietly reminded him.

“Let them wait. Daughter, eat a bit less,” Ling Feilong impatiently interrupted.

“Dad, you should go to work. Don’t worry about me—I can manage myself,” Ling Xueqin put down her utensils and looked seriously at Ling Feilong.

“Come on, go quickly,” she coaxed, tugging at his arm.

“Still acting spoiled at your age,” Ling Feilong laughed, patting her hand.

“Go to the office. With so many people taking care of me at home, you should have no worries,” Ling Xueqin said.

One could ignore anyone else’s words, but never her daughter’s.

Ling Feilong was escorted out of the villa and into a waiting black Rolls-Royce.

“Master, haven’t you noticed some changes in Miss lately?” Steward Qin asked, glancing back at Ling Feilong in the car.

“Haha, getting old, getting old,” he chuckled.

Indeed, today Ling Xueqin was different from before—she walked such a distance and even hopped about. Her appetite was much better, just like a perfectly healthy person.