Chapter Eighteen: Taking Grandfather as My Master

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“You’re finally awake! You’re really okay now!” Though my heart was heavy with guilt, I was truly happy and excited that she had woken up. Huang Ying quickly grabbed the blanket beside her and covered herself. Summoning my courage, I glanced into her eyes.

As our gazes met, a chill swept through me. Her eyes were so cold and indifferent, just like when I first saw her—ruthless, lonely, and filled with an inexplicable resentment.

“Huang Ying, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!”

Her gaze remained unchanged. I couldn’t bear it. I would rather have her scold me than forget who I was. Could she really have amnesia?

“I’m Wang Yu. Do you remember me?” I asked tentatively, holding onto a sliver of hope that she was just angry with me, not truly forgetful.

I studied her eyes closely; eyes do not lie. From them, I could tell if she was genuinely suffering memory loss. When she heard my name, her eyes stalled for a moment, as if pondering. After a few seconds, her cold, indifferent gaze returned.

A glimmer of hope surged in my heart—she still remembered me, she hadn’t completely forgotten. If she had truly lost all memory, I’d have been doomed the moment she woke.

As long as she retained some memory, there was always a way to restore it. She sat dazed on the bed, her eyes sometimes vacant, sometimes soft.

“Stay right here, don’t move. I’ll call my grandpa,” I told her. She curled up on the bed, watching me silently without any response.

I picked up the phone and dialed Grandpa; he was the only one who could help me now.

“Grandpa, Huang Ying is awake!”

“Oh,” came his lukewarm reply, showing little surprise.

“But it seems she doesn’t remember me clearly! Is there any way to restore her memory?”

I heard the sound of him lighting a cigarette. After a few seconds, he said slowly, “It’s no big deal. She’ll get better gradually.”

“But…”

“Once the yang energy inside her dissipates, she’ll improve.”

“Oh…” I exhaled in relief. As long as there was hope, that was already the greatest news for me. I couldn’t bear the look in her eyes just now.

Now I realized that only by having strength myself could I protect her properly. If I had been strong enough, none of this would have happened. Even if Grandpa could help, what if one day he suffered from dementia? Or what if his phone got disconnected?

“Grandpa, I want to discuss something with you,” I said with a mischievous tone.

“Go ahead.”

“Can you teach me the Daoist arts?” This was almost a plea. In TV shows and novels, masters always had conditions when accepting disciples—passing skills only to males, forbidding outsiders, only teaching direct descendants, and so on. I was prepared to bargain with Grandpa.

But he responded straightforwardly, “Alright. Starting tomorrow, call me every day at six in the evening. Also, recharge your own phone credit.”

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“Ah?”

“What?”

“It’s nothing, nothing. Do you have any other requests?”

Happiness came too suddenly. This morning, I had already heard three pieces of good news: Huang Ying woke up, her memory could be restored, and Grandpa was willing to teach me.

Only after enduring pain can one truly appreciate how blissful ordinary life is.

After hanging up, I walked over to Huang Ying. Her gaze was evasive; whenever I tried to make eye contact, she would look away.

I smiled faintly, then went to her room to find some clothes for her before leaving.

Sitting on the sofa, I stretched lazily. It was the first time in days I felt so comfortable.

Now, all that remained was waiting for Huang Ying to regain her memory.

After a few minutes, Huang Ying pushed open the door and stood before me, saying, “Do I know you?”

She still remembered me. I quickly nodded, “Yes, yes, I’m the closest person to you in this world.”

That wasn’t a boast; it was true. In this world, I was the one she was closest to, Grandpa was second, and there was no third.

Suddenly, I realized that even with me and Grandpa, her life was still very lonely.

After she asked, she stood silently, not saying another word. I looked at her and recalled the moment she drank the corpse oil to save me, almost giving me her entire soul.

From the tears streaming down her face then, I could see her resolute determination—she must have prepared herself to dissipate completely; otherwise, why would she cry?

The debt I owed her was probably impossible to repay. Now, the only thing I could do was gain power and truly protect her.

I suddenly stood up and hugged her. Only when there was no soul within could I do this; otherwise, it was meaningless.

My sudden action startled her; she pushed at my clothes a few times. I didn’t let go but softly said, “From today on, no one will ever hurt you again!”

Her face was confused and helpless. She wanted to break free but hesitated.

After a moment, I pulled her sleeve and took her to the bedroom, showing her clothes I had bought.

Then I led her to the kitchen, pointing to the dishes, “We bought these together.”

Finally, I turned on the computer, logged into her account, entered the password and said, “I also applied for this for you. The password is your birthday.”

Then I logged into my own QQ and sent her a message: “You have only one person in your QQ—me! We used to be very close!”

Now I was thinking, if I had saved my contact name as ‘husband’ before, things would have been much simpler.

I had planned to take her out to play, but given her current state, even wearing a mask and hat wouldn’t hide her; people would recognize her at once. So I abandoned that idea.

The most important thing now was to restore her former self.

While I was talking to Huang Ying, the homeroom teacher called. I had already skipped school for a day, so the teacher should call to check on me.

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“Hello?” If I guessed right, she was calling to urge me to go to school.

“Wang Yu? This is your homeroom teacher.”

“Oh, teacher! What’s up?” I asked, pretending not to know.

“How is your family’s health?”

“Much better now!”

“When do you plan to come back to class?”

Honestly, I wanted to go to school. After all, my greatest benefactors in life were still my parents. For their sake, I had to perform well academically because grades mattered to them.

My parents worked far away just so I could study.

But with Huang Ying’s current condition, I couldn’t bear to leave her alone at home, nor could I bring her home alone.

“Teacher Chen, she’s still not well. I’d like to ask for two more days off. Is that okay?” I had already decided that if I could get more leave, great. Otherwise, I’d put Huang Ying in the wooden box and bring her to school, though I wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to get into it now.

“Wang Yu, to be honest, I called your father. He told me your family isn’t with you. So, your claim that your family is sick—is that a lie?” I didn’t expect her to distrust me so much that she’d even call my father to verify.

Her words left me speechless. I couldn’t find an excuse. But one thing was clear—I had to return to school tomorrow. The school’s rules were very strict. The teachers would think I was deliberately skipping class. If I didn’t go back, the lightest punishment would be a warning, or even probation! Either would jeopardize my chances of graduating. Without graduation, all I’d have was a middle school diploma and nothing else.

I couldn’t afford that risk, so I reluctantly agreed.

While I was on the phone, Huang Ying watched me closely, blinking very little, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes confused.

Grandpa had said that only when her internal yang energy fully dissipated would her soul return to normal, allowing her memories to return.

For the living, dissipating yang energy is simple—you just drink a bottle of pesticide. But for someone like Huang Ying, who has died once, the only way to let go of the yang energy was time.

There was still plenty of time today. Huang Ying couldn’t go out, so I brought out the computer and motioned for her to sit beside me.

But she just stared blankly, hesitant, as if holding back.

She wouldn’t come over, so I went to her. I sat beside her, placed the computer on the table, and opened a movie she had watched before.

In films, amnesiacs often react when they see things from their past. I held onto that hope and tried this approach.

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