Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 101: Marrying Up

"How did you get back so fast?"

Luo Fuman looked astonished, a flicker of panic in his eyes as he raised a hand to rub them.

’Did the heavens send her to me just because I was thinking about her?’

Yang Yingzi gave a cold laugh, her brow still tightly furrowed.

Her tone softened slightly as she said coolly, "It’s all thanks to Xiao Fei and Qingya. They were heading this way anyway, so they gave me a ride. That’s why I’m here half a day earlier than planned."

Before she had even finished speaking,

the hospital room door was pushed open again. This time, it was Fei Jin.

He was carrying a large, heavy-looking bag.

A complicated feeling instantly filled the air.

Behind him, Song Qingya followed, walking in slowly while holding a bouquet of white lilies.

"Xiao Fei, Qingya, what are you two doing here?!"

Luo Fuman exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

Song Qingya entered the room, her steps light and quiet.

She wore a loose, floral-print dress.

Compared to before, she now possessed the unique charm of a mature woman.

It was the first time Wen Xinglu had ever seen such a stunning woman in person.

She wasn’t just beautiful and elegant; she possessed a natural grace that seemed to come from her very bones.

The fruit knife in her hand stopped moving without her even realizing it.

The half-peeled apple skin snapped.

It fell onto the small bedside table with a soft but distinct CLATTER.

Her eyes were fixed on Song Qingya, and she didn’t dare blink or look away.

Seeing her expression and behavior, even Luo Fuman was startled from his hospital bed.

"Yingzi," Wen Xinglu finally snapped out of it and turned to Yang Yingzi, who was sitting nearby.

"Who is this goddess? Aren’t you going to introduce us?"

Hearing her cousin’s exclamation, Yang Yingzi couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter.

But before she could answer, Wen Xinglu was already lost in thought.

’The biggest worry in our family right now is that my son can’t find a suitable person to marry.’

’If a girl this beautiful could marry into our family...’

’It wouldn’t just be marrying up; it’d be like our ancestors hit the karmic jackpot!’

’Not only that, but if it really happened, it might even inspire my good-for-nothing son to finally get his act together and work hard!’

’Wait a minute. Since Yingzi knows such a peerless beauty...’

’Why have I never seen or heard her mention her before?’

’More importantly...’

’Why hasn’t she introduced her to my nephew and played matchmaker?’

’My nephew isn’t getting any younger. If he misses out on a beauty like this, it’ll be a huge lost opportunity!’

’I’ve got to make this happen, and fast!’

Just as all these thoughts were spinning through Wen Xinglu’s mind, Yang Yingzi, who was sitting beside her, had already guessed every detail of her cousin’s little scheme.

"Qingya, you’re pregnant. You need to walk slowly. Come sit down and rest. Don’t overexert yourself."

With that, she turned around.

Looking at her cousin Wen Xinglu, who was still in a daze, she reminded her gently, "Let me give you a formal introduction."

She first patted Wen Xinglu’s wrist gently before continuing seriously, "This is Fei Jin, our Fei Village Chief. He’s the old comrade from the unit my brother and I served in, from that era I’m always telling you about. And this is his wife, Song Qingya."

She paused for a moment, took a slight breath, and then added with a smile, "You can just call her ’Sister Qingya’."

Hearing Yang Yingzi’s introduction, Wen Xinglu reluctantly tore her gaze away.

’It’s true, I forgot my manners for a moment. That was a bit rude of me.’

’But still...’

’If I think about what she just said...’

’It makes sense.’

’How could a woman so beautiful and captivating possibly be single?’

’Of course, someone would have already claimed her and be protecting her fiercely.’

’I can’t be blamed for wanting her as a daughter-in-law after just one look. It’s just such a pity!’

’The only one to blame is my own useless son. He’s already twenty-six, twenty-seven, and still not in a hurry to find a partner.’

’Otherwise...’

"So this is Fei Village Chief! You really are something else! And the partner you found is as beautiful as a goddess descended to earth. That elegance, that aura... even the female soldiers in the cultural troupe can’t compare."

"Sister Wen, you’re too kind."

Although the middle-aged woman before her looked to be in her early forties,

normally, Song Qingya would have called her "Auntie."

The problem was, she was Yang Yingzi’s cousin, making them the same generation.

And since Song Qingya usually called Yang Yingzi her sister-in-law, she couldn’t very well address her sister-in-law’s cousin as an elder.

So, she could only go along with calling her "Sister Wen," though she couldn’t help but feel a little awkward about it.

Seeing this, Fei Jin put down the package in his hands.

He turned to Luo Fuman, who was lying in bed, and seeing that his color and spirits were good, he asked softly, "Old Luo, how’s your recovery going? Is the environment here at the hospital okay? Are they taking good care of you?"

"It’s pretty good."

Luo Fuman nodded with a smile.

"The doctors and nurses are all very kind. They even said I’m recovering faster than most people."

As he said this,

he turned his gentle gaze to Song Qingya, his eyes full of gratitude.

"I really have the two of you to thank for this. If it weren’t for the medicine you sent and all the careful arrangements, there’s no way I would have recovered this quickly."

"You don’t need to thank us."

Song Qingya replied calmly, "The important thing is that the medicine is actually helping your condition. That’s what matters most."

After she finished speaking, she slowly walked to the bedside.

She carefully observed the color of Luo Fuman’s face.

It had clearly improved. His complexion was ruddier.

Even the dark circles under his eyes had faded considerably.

Song Qingya knew his condition had initially stabilized.

But to confirm the situation and make sure, she asked, "Brother Luo, may I take your pulse again?"

"Yes, of course! You don’t even have to ask!"

Luo Fuman replied hastily, his face beaming with obvious delight.

"I wouldn’t even flinch if you stuck a needle in me."

He nodded repeatedly as he said this, his attitude utterly sincere.

Song Qingya smiled faintly at his words.

’Of course, she wasn’t actually going to stick a needle in him. That would be too cruel.’

’But... the thought of using a few needles had indeed crossed her mind.’

’After all, as a beginner in acupuncture, she was still full of curiosity and interest in acupoints.’

As soon as she placed her fingers on his wrist to take his pulse, her brow furrowed slightly. She had her diagnosis.

’Luo Fuman’s pulse had improved somewhat, but overall, it was still sluggish.’

’The liver qi stagnation was especially obvious.’

’Relying on medicine alone would probably be a bit too slow.’

’The results might be better if she added some external treatments.’

She suddenly looked up and asked in a bright tone, "Do you have a pen here? A fountain pen or a ballpoint pen would be fine."

"Yes, yes!"

Wen Xinglu quickly answered. After rummaging around for a moment, she excitedly handed over an old fountain pen.