<h4>Chapter 1029: Chapter 1036: Unexpected Gains (Part 1)</h4>


    So that’s what it is!


    Ling Chen almost forgot, Su Lin is a hardcore fan of Tang Shiyun. After some thought, he nodded slightly and said, "Sure, if I have time, I’ll arrange for you to meet her."


    "Great, you said it, so it’s a deal." After speaking, Su Lin got off the car happily.


    After Su Lin left, Nanrong Hao nudged Ling Chen’s arm and gave him an ambiguous smile, "Chen, you’re impressive."


    "What?" Ling Chen looked at Nanrong Hao in confusion and asked, "What did I do?"


    "Chen, my cousin isn’t here, so why pretend with me?" Nanrong Hao chuckled quietly, "You really got lucky this time."


    Upon hearing this, Ling Chen finally understood Nanrong Hao’s implication and retorted irritably, "I’m in this state already, and you’re still gloating. Do you believe I won’t tell your sister about this? Alright, if there’s nothing else, scoot. I need to head back."


    After Nanrong Hao got out of the car, Ling Chen suddenly thought of something and quickly called out to him, "By the way! If you have time, get together with Xiong. He has it tough, don’t hold any grudges against him."


    Nanrong Hao grinned, "Come on, Chen, do I look like someone who’s unreasonable and narrow-minded? Don’t worry, I’m well aware of what Xiong has done. He’s practically our hero; I’m grateful to him, so how could I bear grudges? You really underestimate me."


    "Alright, as long as you understand. I have to head back now. Keep an eye on your sister these days, and call me directly if anythinges up." After saying this, Ling Chen started the car and drove straight home.


    By the time he got home, it was already past eleven at night.


    Seeing the lights were still on in the living room, Ling Chen knew that Yang Qingling was definitely still awake, presumably waiting for him to return. Walking into the house, he saw Yang Qingling sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a TV show.


    Hearing the door open, Yang Qingling turned to look at Ling Chen as he approached and asked, "Why did youe back sote?"


    "Got held up by some things. Mom, it’s almost twelve o’clock, why aren’t you asleep yet?"


    "I couldn’t sleep until you came home. Alright then, since you’re back, I’ll go to bed now. You should get some rest too," Yang Qingling said as she stood up. In truth, she understood what Ling Chen was up to, but chose not to say it outright. In her eyes, her son was already an adult, with his own thinking and independence, as well as responsibilities to shoulder. So, rather than adding to his stress, she chose not to question him.


    "Oh, right!" As she was walking to the stairs, Yang Qingling suddenly remembered something and turned back, "There’s a letter for you from a friend on the dining table."


    "A friend of mine?" Ling Chen paused, a bit perplexed. In this day and age, who still sends letters? What’s even stranger is that he just moved here, and very few people knew his address. Who could have sent it?


    Thinking of this, Ling Chen quickly went to the dining room and saw a white envelope on the table.


    Picking up the envelope, there was no name on the outside, not even a stamp. Ling Chen immediately opened the envelope and drew out the letter paper inside.


    As soon as he saw the neat handwriting on the paper, Ling Chen immediately knew who had sent the letter.


    Leng Feifei!


    The content of the letter was simple, merely informing Ling Chen that she had gone abroad for studies. She exined that instead of calling, she chose to write because she didn’t know how to phrase what she wanted to say. At the end of the letter, Leng Feifei left a sentence, hoping that Ling Chen could give her some time and a chance.


    Folding the letter back, Ling Chen gave a wry smile. He only had friendship with Leng Feifei, nothing more, but now they had be intimately involved, leaving him quite troubled.


    For the time being, Ling Chen set aside the issue of Leng Feifei’s pursuit. What worried him most now was Nanrong Wanqing; he wondered if Su Lin could soothe her emotions and have her forgive him.


    ...


    The next morning.


    Ling Chen woke up, yawning and got up to walk to the window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside. Although the price of this vi was a bit high, the environment of themunity was undeniable, with lush greenery everywhere.


    Breathing in the fresh air outside the window, Ling Chen walked out of the bedroom and down to the dining room.


    At this time, Yang Yan and Gong Meiling were already up. Older folks often enjoy morning exercises to stretch their muscles, and Yang Yan was no different. Fortunately, there was arge garden outside the vi where Yang Yan could move freely.


    "Grandma." Ling Chen peeked into the kitchen and saw Gong Meiling preparing breakfast. Smelling the fragranceing from the pot, Ling Chen smiled and asked, "What’s for breakfast today?"


    "I’m making corn porridge and ham sandwiches. You go sit for a while; breakfast will be ready soon." Gong Meiling had a heart full of affection for this grandson of hers. After years of wandering abroad, it’s rare to return and enjoy a peaceful old age, all thanks to her grandson.


    Coming out from indoors, Ling Chen immediately saw Yang Yan in the middle of thewn posing, practicing Tai Chi Boxing.


    Being a master on the Earthly List, Ling Chen had some understanding of Tai Chi Boxing. Tai Chi is a kind of Inner Boxing, focused on oveing hardness with softness and using minimal force to exert maximum power. However, as Tai Chi Boxing has evolved over time, most forms are now aimed at health and fitness, rather thanpetitive fighting. Therefore, there are very few masters of Tai Chi Boxing.


    Ling Chen stood by and watched for a while, and Yang Yan slowly finished his routine, exhaling a long breath.


    Seeing his grandson enjoying the performance, Yang Yan smiled and waved to Ling Chen, signaling him toe over.


    "Grandpa, for someone your age, you’ve got the vitality of a young man."


    Yang Yanughed heartily, "You cheeky boy, quit ttery. I’m half in the grave already; how could Ipare with you young folks? Hey! Is your grandma’s breakfast ready yet?"


    "Not yet, Grandma said it’ll be a little longer."


    "Come on, let’s go for a walk outside, and then we’lle back for breakfast."


    "Okay."


    With Grandpa making the call, Ling Chen naturally wouldn’t refuse. The two stepped outside the courtyard, walking side by side on the stone-paved path, chatting asionally.


    "Ling Chen, your mom said your skills are quite good?"


    "They’re just okay, not that impressive," Ling Chen replied modestly.


    "I always wanted to practice martial arts, but unfortunately, by the time I considered it, I was too old. Plus, I focused all my energy on running thepany and didn’t have time. By the time I made it in my career, I was already in my forties and fifties. At that time, I invited many Martial Arts masters, hoping to learn some boxing to stay healthy. But those so-called Martial Arts masters cared only for fame and fortune, they weren’t real experts."


    "Later, while traveling with friends, I passed by a dpidated Taoist temple and met an old Taoist priest who had been watching over that temple for over sixty years. With the intent of doing good, I donated some money and had the temple restored. Little did I know I’d find an unexpected reward."