Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s-Chapter 48 - 47 accident

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Chapter 48: 47, accident

Chapter 48: 47, accident

In the Spiritual Spring, Luo Shu was cultivating with her eyes closed. As a warm current surged into her dantian, the final three meridians were finally unblocked. A trace of Inner Qi began to slowly circulate within her dantian.

Luo Shu slowly opened her eyes. At this moment, her captivating eyes shone even more brilliantly, like two bottomless pools of autumn Water, rippling and misty. Yet with a turn of her gaze, she presented an entirely different kind of beauty.

Looking at her own pale, baby-soft skin, Luo Shu curved her lips into a satisfied smile, got up, and walked out of the Spiritual Spring. Now that she had Inner Qi and had expelled all the impurities from her body, she could cultivate without entering the space in the future.

After finishing breakfast, Luo Shu was preparing to visit Zhao Aishu’s house.

“Sis!” Luo Shan called out to Luo Shu.

Luo Shu stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Luo Shan. “Xiao Shan, what’s the matter?”

“Sis, I want to go out and buy some things; is that okay?” Luo Shan asked nervously, her hands continually twisting the fabric of her clothing. Although her sister was good to her, she felt that her sister had changed a lot and sometimes even scared her.

Luo Shu smiled and took out fifty yuan from her pocket, handing it to Luo Shan, “Take this money, and buy whatever you want. Be careful when you go out, and don’t come back too late.”

“Sis, that’s too much; ten yuan is enough,” Luo Shan hastily refused. She had never held so much money in her life.

“Take it. Why be so polite with your sister,” Luo Shu said, pushing the money into Luo Shan’s hand and ruffling her hair with a smile. “I’m heading out now.”

“Okay!” Luo Shan nodded and watched as Luo Shu’s retreating figure disappeared into the alley.

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Only when Luo Shu’s figure had vanished at the end of the alley did Luo Shan retract her gaze. She looked at the money in her hand and carefully tucked it into her pocket. She wanted the money so she could return to Luo Family Village. Although their father had not been good to them, he was still their father. She felt she had to go back and see him.

After gathering some things inside the house, Luo Shan left with her bag.

“Last night, Ma Zhenhai came to my house and brought many gifts,” Zhao Aishu said after Luo Shu put away the Silver Needle.

Luo Shu raised an eyebrow. “Lin Yu didn’t come with him?”

“How could she not have come? She even made a huge scene. I don’t know what she was thinking. Ma Zhenhai is really unlucky to have married her,” said Zhao Aishu with a shake of her head in disbelief.

Luo Shu chuckled, “Godmother, let’s try to get you up and walking.”

“Can I really walk?” asked Zhao Aishu incredulously. Ever since her injury, she had been longing to stand on her own feet again. Now that her wish was about to come true, she felt afraid, afraid that it was all false, just her own wishful thinking.

Luo Shu nodded, reached out her hand, and looked at Zhao Aishu encouragingly, “Godmother, do you trust me?”

Looking into Luo Shu’s eyes, sparkling with brilliant confidence, Zhao Aishu slowly extended her hand and placed it in Luo Shu’s.

With a smile, Luo Shu gently helped Zhao Aishu up. “Believe in yourself; you can do it. Now slowly step forward with your right foot, just like that.”

Following Luo Shu’s instructions, Zhao Aishu slowly moved forward, step by step. The joy in her eyes grew increasingly profound. Even though each step required a great deal of effort, the sensation of her feet firmly on the ground felt truly wonderful—something she hadn’t experienced in many years.

After helping Zhao Aishu take a couple of rounds, Luo Shu helped her sit back down in her wheelchair. “Godmother, walk like this twice a day, and in no more than two weeks, you’ll be able to walk just like a normal person,” Luo Shu said.

Zhao Aishu nodded, took hold of Luo Shu’s hand, and looked at her gratefully. “Luo Shu, I really owe you for this.” After walking just now, she saw hope.

Luo Shu was about to respond when the phone in the living room rang.

The maid quickly went to answer the call. Before she could speak, a sinister voice came through, “Is Luo Shu at your house?”

The maid was taken aback and glanced at Luo Shu. “Yes, should she come to the phone?”

“No need. Just tell her that her little sister is in our hands now,” said the other party before hanging up with a “clack!”

“What’s wrong?” Luo Shu, noticing the maid’s panic, inquired.

“Someone called to say your little sister is in his hands,” the maid urgently relayed the caller’s message to Luo Shu.

Luo Shu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned to look at Zhao Aishu. “Godmother, I have to go now.”

“Luo Shu, wait. You should call your godfather and have him send people to help you look,” said Zhao Aishu, concerned. Luo Shu’s family was her family too—how could she not worry?

Luo Shu shook her head. “Godmother, don’t worry; I have a way.” Since the caller knew she was here and knew the phone number, it meant that not only did they know her, but they also knew the Zhao couple. It was now very clear who was behind this. Who else could it be but Lin Yu?

“No, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone. Let your godfather dispatch a few people,” Zhao Aishu urged, unable to put her mind at ease.

Luo Shu walked forward, picked up a teacup from the table, and gripped it firmly. “Crack!” The cup shattered into tiny shards. “Godmother, can you rest easy now?”

Zhao Aishu snapped back to reality and stared at Luo Shu in disbelief. “You know kung fu?”

Luo Shu nodded. “Even if ten ordinary people came, they wouldn’t be a match for me. Godmother, I must go now.”

“Luo…” Zhao Aishu wanted to say more, but Luo Shu had already walked out the door, leaving her with no choice but to shake her head in resignation.

After giving it some thought, Zhao Aishu decided to call Xu Feng. Even if Luo Shu knew kung fu, she was still just a girl—how could she possibly rest easy?