The Young Urban Doctor

“Qingye mentioned it,” Yang Qingyin nodded, “The people who showed up at Ouyang Huihui’s birthday uninvited today were part of someone’s scheme.”

“Do you know who planned it?” Luo Ziling asked curiously, “Or did you figure it out?”

Yang Qingyin didn’t answer but instead asked, “Why didn’t you tell me today that you were going to attend Ouyang Huihui’s birthday?”

“I was afraid you’d get jealous!” Luo Ziling answered honestly, “So I just said it was a classmate, anyway I was going with a few classmates. I just didn’t expect things to get so complicated.”

Worried that Yang Qingyin would dwell on this issue, Luo Ziling made a joke, “I met your suitor today, that guy named Fang Dongxun, he looks quite handsome, and he’s from a wealthy family.”

As a result, that comment earned Luo Ziling a Jiuyin White Bone Pinch from Yang Qingyin, which hurt so much that Luo Ziling couldn’t help but cry out.

“What suitor of mine? I haven’t agreed to anything with him, that’s not true at all,” Yang Qingyin explained, but then she said solemnly, “But I don’t rule out the possibility that someday my grandfather or my father might whimsically decide on an arranged marriage, and I could end up getting involved with him.”

“If that really happens, what will you do?” Luo Ziling asked, slightly tense.

Yang Qingyin stopped and stood face to face with Luo Ziling, smiled, and counter-asked, “What do you hope I would do?”

“I asked you first, now why are you turning the question back on me?” Luo Ziling scratched his head, looking dejected, “I asked you first, tell me your answer.”

“You stink,” Yang Qingyin covered her nose, it was all the smell of alcohol.

“Er, stop changing the subject, we’re talking about something very serious!” Luo Ziling grabbed both of Yang Qingyin’s hands.

“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do,” Yang Qingyin continued to play dumb, but upon seeing no smile on Luo Ziling’s face, she let out a soft sigh, “I’ll learn from your mother.”

Only then did Luo Ziling breathe a sigh of relief, and seized the opportunity to kiss Yang Qingyin when she wasn’t paying attention.

“Ew, it’s all the taste of alcohol,” Yang Qingyin didn’t expect Luo Ziling to actually sneak a kiss, and pinched him again, “Soon I’ll be tipsy from your fumes.”

“I’ve been thinking, all the people there today might now know my identity,” Luo Ziling walked forward with Yang Qingyin’s hand in his, “but Ouyang Feifei told me that probably only Ling Haining and Ling Haijun know my real identity, the others might not. I don’t know whether I should believe her or not.”

“Tell me what happened tonight,” Yang Qingyin asked Luo Ziling with great curiosity, “If you tell me, I can help you analyze it.”

Luo Ziling also told Yang Qingyin about the events of the evening, since Yang Qingye was there, and Yang Qingye would definitely tell his sister about what happened tonight, Luo Ziling felt there was no need to hide anything.

“They probably don’t know,” after listening to Luo Ziling’s story and giving it some serious thought, Yang Qingyin reached the same conclusion as Ouyang Feifei, “If they knew you were Ling Ruonan’s son, their attitude wouldn’t be like this. At least, Chen Jiahai and Fang Dongxun shouldn’t know about your situation; otherwise, they wouldn’t behave this way. As for whether my cousin knows, I’m not sure.”

Hearing Yang Qingyin say the same, Luo Ziling remained skeptical.

Seeing Luo Ziling deep in thought and remaining silent, Yang Qingyin explained again: “I think the people of the Ling family probably don’t want to reveal your identity either; otherwise, the others wouldn’t dare to treat you like this. After all, you have a powerful mother, and it’s possible that the two elders of the Ling family wouldn’t refuse to accept you. With that understanding, they wouldn’t dare to do anything to you. I think the Ling family, as well as my grandfather and father, probably want to use the hands of the other families to give you a bit of a setback. If I were my grandfather, I would indeed do so. Because doing that wouldn’t bring any trouble to the Yang family. So many people would deliberately help conceal your identity.”

“Alright, let’s just go with that assumption for now, but I know that this situation can’t last very long; everyone will know my identity before too long.” Luo Ziling sighed, “Without giving it much thought, I know that the troubles ahead will only increase.”

“If I weren’t here, you’d have far fewer troubles,” Yang Qingyin felt slightly guilty, “I really didn’t expect things to suddenly turn out like this.”

Luo Ziling shook his head: “I’m not blaming you. Actually, I should have known that my return to Yanjing would be extremely difficult, and the ordeal has just begun. However, I’m brimming with confidence in myself because I have you, my mom, and all those other people willing to help me. I’m not fighting alone; with your help, I will overcome all the hurdles.”

“What is your goal?” Yang Qingyin stopped again and asked Luo Ziling in a soft voice.

“Does ‘becoming Zhang Danfeng and Yun Lei’ count?” Luo Ziling joked with a teasing smile.

“You’re awful,” Yang Qingyin blushed and spat, “I don’t mean that. I mean, what is the wish that you ultimately want to fulfill after returning to Yanjing? For example, getting the Ling family to accept you, to become a member of the Ling family, or for your family to reunite and live together?”

“Our family of three must definitely reunite.” Luo Ziling nodded solemnly, “But I’m not a member of the Ling family. I never thought about returning to the Ling family. My surname is Luo; I am part of the Luo family. Everything I do is for myself, for the Luo family. In the future, I want to make the Luo family powerful too, so that no one dares to bully us.”

“So, you want to establish your own powerful clan?” Yang Qingyin was somewhat astonished.

“It seems nice to put it that way,” Luo Ziling didn’t deny it, “Anyway, I don’t want to exist by relying on anyone else. I will achieve my dreams through my own efforts, of course, hoping that many people will help me.”

Having said this, Luo Ziling grinned, “Come on and help me too. Who knows, you might end up being the lady of the Luo family!”

Yang Qingyin was taken aback for a moment before she understood the meaning of Luo Ziling’s words, and her face turned red. She pinched his arm in protest, “Stop teasing me, who wants to be your lady? Humph, I’m not interested.”

As they talked, the two had already arrived at the shore of Lake Wuming, and in the not so bright light, Luo Ziling saw Yang Qingyin’s slightly bashful expression as she spoke, which was so endearing that he couldn’t help but stare.

“What are you looking at?” Yang Qingyin noticed Luo Ziling’s unusual gaze, felt even shyer, and reached out to tug at his face, “Stop looking.”

“Ah?! I’m about to fall, Senior, help me,” Luo Ziling said as he flopped into Yang Qingyin’s arms, “I drank too much, my head is spinning, hold me quickly!”

Yang Qingyin, startled, quickly reached out to support him, but she didn’t expect that Luo Ziling would actually press into her embrace, bringing an unfamiliar sensation that made her go weak.

“Haha, Senior’s embrace is really nice, even more intoxicating than fine wine,” Luo Ziling leaned in a moment, then stood up before Yang Qingyin could notice anything amiss and fled.

Yang Qingyin became instantly annoyed and angry, waving her petite fists, and furiously chased after him.