Chapter 48: Encouraging Xu Mingchen to chase Qiao Ying; Night’s encrypted message

Chapter 48

“Really?” When Feng Teng heard this, his respect for Qiao Ying increased a few more points in his heart.

“Aren't you at No.7 Middle School? I went to look for you at No.7 Middle School more than ten times, but didn't find you even once.” Feng Wenzhong felt complicated emotions churning in his heart after having run over there in vain more than ten times: “Are you really at No.7 Middle School? How come Young Master Huo said he saw you in Beijing a few days ago.”

"Who is this Young Master Huo again?" Xu's Father wondered. What was this girl's background?

Qiao Ying ignored Feng Wenzhong and said to Feng Teng: “Mayor Feng, I won't be eating this meal. I'll treat you next time when I'm free.”

After speaking, she was about to leave. Her foot had just moved when Qiao Ying suddenly smiled and looked at Ye Jingning's father: “You are Chairperson Ye, right?”

"I, I am." The suddenly addressed Chairperson Ye hurriedly responded.

Qiao Ying: “When doing business with others, you have to be vigilant, or you could easily be backstabbed if your partner's character is questionable.”

Third Uncle's heart thumped, and his expression changed drastically.

“Miss Qiao is right.” How could Chairperson Ye not understand Qiao Ying's implication? He was very willing to go with the flow and sell Feng Teng this favor.

After Qiao Ying finished speaking, she left.

Qiao Yi hurried to catch up.

“Hey, don’t go. I haven’t finished speaking yet.” Feng Wenzhong was about to chase after her but was stopped by his father.

Then Feng Teng went after her himself: “Miss Qiao, let me walk you out.”

“Chairperson Ye, when you’re free, how about I treat you to a meal?” Qiao Shengxiang smiled obsequiously as he tentatively said to Chairperson Ye.

But the other party rejected him coldly: “No need.”

Qiao Shengxiang's heart sank as he started to panic: “Chairperson Ye...”

But the other party completely ignored him and left with his daughter to look for Feng Teng.

Xu's Father also called his son Xu Mingchen to leave together.

This left the blank-minded Qiao family standing in place.

After a long time, Qiao's father said in a daze: “Little Ying knows our mayor?”

After sending the guests out, the group went upstairs.

“Dad, why did you stop me just now? I finally found her, I hadn’t even finished speaking yet.” In the elevator, Feng Wenzhong complained dissatisfiedly to his father.

“I’ll tell you when we get home, I’ll tell you when we get home.” Feng Teng whispered as he secretly patted his son's hand: “I have Miss Qiao's contact information. I’ll give it to you when we get home, and you can give it to Young Master Huo.”

“Really?” When Feng Wenzhong heard this, his anger dissipated. “Dad, why did you call her Miss Qiao? Do you know her too?”

"I'll tell you when we get home, I'll tell you when we get home." Feng Teng signaled his son with his eyes.

Seeing Feng Teng being all secretive, Xu's Father couldn't help but ask, "Old Feng, what's the story with that Miss Qiao?"

Feng Teng just laughed: "You don't recognize her."

Xu's Father wasn't so easily dismissed. He laughed along: "You didn't say how you knew I don't recognize her. What, are you hiding this from me too?"

Feng Teng had no choice but to act mysteriously: "That Miss Qiao..." He waved his hand. "I dare not discuss, I dare not discuss."

Feng Teng didn't want to share something so good with others.

"Soak your feet after taking your medicine when you get home. I'll give you acupuncture after you're done soaking." Qiao Ying said.

"Acupuncture? You mean..."

"Acupunture therapy."

"Sis, you know acupuncture?" Qiao Yi's eyes widened.

By the time Qiao Yi finished his medicine and soaking his feet, it was already ten o'clock.

Qiao Yi had just dried his feet when Qiao Ying pushed open his door and walked in, holding a small cloth bundle and a piece of paper that seemed to have something drawn on it.

Qiao Ying put the paper aside and opened the acupuncture kit in her hand.

Seeing the rows of slender silver needles inside, Qiao Yi couldn't help feeling nervous.

"Do I lie down?" Even though he had no idea when Qiao Ying had learned acupuncture, Qiao Yi still unconditionally believed in her.

"Sitting will do. Roll up your pant legs. I'll teach you later and you can learn to prick yourself. Once you've learned, you can self-administer." Qiao Ying said as she crouched down.

"Will this process take very long?" Qiao Yi wondered if he would have to prick himself for two to three years, which was why Qiao Ying wanted him to learn.

But Qiao Ying said: "I have something to do and need to go out for a bit. Leaving tomorrow, quite far.

"Where are you going? When will you be back?"

"Somewhere you don't know. Can't say for sure when I'll be back. Summer break is so long, I can't just stay home and waste it." As Qiao Ying spoke, she pinched a needle. "I'm starting."

"Relax, don't be nervous. It won't hurt."

"Even if it hurts, I'm not afraid." Qiao Yi said.

Qiao Ying began the acupuncture session. Her technique was skilled and effortless as always, carrying a casual ease unlike those bearded old Chinese medicine practicioners. No matter how one looked at it, she didn't seem like someone who knew acupuncture.

As Qiao Ying administered the needles, she explained to Qiao Yi the name and location of each acupoint and the technique and depth for needling each point.

The level of pain Qiao Ying could endure was clearly beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

Qiao Yi was in so much pain that beads of sweat began to form on his temples. This pain was not the slight pricking sensation of needles, but the deep, bone-wrenching kind.

Qiao Yi gritted his teeth and endured it, phone in hand, taking notes and recordings. From the initial nervousness to the growing sense of hope later on.

After one foot had been needled to resemble a porcupine, Qiao Ying stood up and handed him the paper she had just drawn on: "This is an acupoint map I just sketched."

Qiao Yi took it, incredulous, and asked between heavy breaths: "Sis, how are you so amazing? You even know acupuncture."

Qiao Ying: "Remember it well. Ask me later if you don't understand anything. Don't just stick needles in randomly."

"Got it."

Half an hour later, Qiao Ying started removing the needles: "The order and timing for removing needles should match insertion. Don't mess it up."

Qiao Yi listened attentively.

After giving all necessary instructions, Qiao Ying returned to her room.

She turned on her computer and found an encrypted message from someone.

It was from Ye Si.