"I know a little," Ni Yang took the screwdriver.
In this era, where would you find a woman who can repair cars?
Ni Yang, in her past life, was never married and didn’t have a boyfriend. She liked to go on road trips, and of course, you need to know a bit about car repair for that. In case the car broke down on the road, she could fix minor issues by herself.
Mr. Du’s expression was indifferent. "Can you fix it?"
Ni Yang took the screwdriver handed over by the driver and quickly twisted off a part from the car. "I’ll give it a try but don’t hold out too much hope. Be prepared to walk back at any moment."
"Wrench," Ni Yang spoke again.
In no time, those pale white hands were smeared with black dust and gasoline.
The contrast of white and black was striking and highly conspicuous.
After roughly ten minutes, Ni Yang, with a screwdriver and wrench in hand, carefully scratched her nose and raised her long legs to close the hood of the car.
It had an indescribable coolness!
The driver was stunned.
How long must her legs be to manage that move?
The driver couldn’t help but look down at his own legs.
Ni Yang put the wrench and screwdriver back into the toolbox and said to the driver, "Go ahead and give it another try."
The driver nodded, pulled open the driver’s door, inserted the key, and started the engine. "It’s working! Miss Ni, you’re really amazing!"
The driver was very excited to see the car start successfully.
Ni Yang, uncharacteristically humble, said, "I just got lucky and stumbled upon the solution."
Getting into the car, Mr. Du said without looking back, "Ni Yang, do you know how to drive?"
"Yeah," Ni Yang nodded.
Recalling a certain image, Mr. Du continued, "Then your driving must be pretty good, right?"
"It’s decent," Ni Yang kept it modest.
"You’re too modest," Mr. Du said.
Ni Yang agreed with a nod, "I think so too."
About ten or so minutes later, they stopped in front of the Zheng Family’s house.
Ni Yang greeted Mr. Du and then pulled the car door open to get out.
As soon as she got out, Zheng Xianjing came over from the other side. "Yangyang."
"Sister Xianjing," Ni Yang greeted with a smile, like a carefree young girl.
"Who’s sitting in the car?" Zheng Xianjing asked, even though she already knew.
"Mr. Du," Ni Yang answered.
Zheng Xianjing continued, "There was a misunderstanding between Mr. Du and me last time. I’ll go and say hello to Mr. Du."
As she spoke, Zheng Xianjing had already approached the car door. "Mr. Du, do you remember me? I am Yangyang’s sister, Zheng Xianjing..."
Zheng Xianjing always felt that Mr. Du must be interested in her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have given her such a big gift when they first met.
"Drive," Mr. Du ordered the driver to go, as if he hadn’t seen Zheng Xianjing at all.
What Zheng Xianjing was left with was only the dust flying all around.
Zheng Xianjing’s features were twisted in anger.
Ni Yang feigned ignorance, "Sister Xianjing, are you okay?"
Zheng Xianjing mustered a small smile, "I’m fine, Yangyang. Didn’t you promise to explain things to Mr. Du for me last time? Why does he still treat me this way when he sees me now?"
Ni Yang took Zheng Xianjing’s hand, "I did explain for you. Don’t lose heart, Sister Xianjing. I believe that if you persevere, Mr. Du will eventually let go of his prejudices against you."
Zheng Xianjing narrowed her eyes, sensing that Ni Yang might be toying with her.
It must be an illusion.
Today was Saturday, and after dinner, Ni Yang followed Ni Cuihua and Shangguan Dehui, along with Little Ni Yun, to the Shangguan Family.
Zheng Suyu had been feeling quite well these past few days, so she sat at the dinner table with everyone during the meal.
Suddenly, Zheng Suyu started foaming at the mouth, fell to the ground, and began convulsing in a somewhat terrifying manner.
Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng were startled and immediately put down their chopsticks, but they dared not touch Zheng Suyu, fearing they would cause further harm. They quickly turned to the servants, "Niu ma! Niu ma! Hurry and call Doctor Jiang!"
Zheng Suyu’s condition was very critical at the moment, and Ni Yang immediately went over to administer first aid.
Zheng Lingling said, "Yangyang, you can’t treat mental illnesses. Let’s wait for Aunt Jiang to come. What if Aunt Suyu gets worse under your treatment?"
Ni Yang didn’t say a word. She looked up at Ni Cuihua, "Mom, can you please go get my medical kit from my room?" She never allowed the house’s servants to touch her medical kit, and only Ni Cuihua knew where it was.
"Okay!" Ni Cuihua nodded and immediately went upstairs to get the medical kit.
Zheng Lingling was beside herself with worry, "Yangyang, don’t mess around. This is not the time to show off. Mom, Dad, you guys need to persuade Yangyang!"
Zheng Lingling was still somewhat concerned about Ni Yang, especially after learning of Ni Yang’s medical skills.
If only they hadn’t let Zheng Suyu, this ticking time bomb, stay.
Zheng Lingling clenched her fists.
Mrs. Zheng said, "Lingling, don’t worry. Although Yangyang is young, she knows what she’s doing." After speaking, Mrs. Zheng continued, "Yangyang, how is your grandma doing? She was fine just now. How could this happen to her?"
This was the first time Zheng Suyu had ever had such a problem.
Ni Yang’s face looked grim, "The situation isn’t very optimistic."
It seems it’s time to try the Thirteen Ghost Points.
But there were still many things about the Thirteen Ghost Points technique that Ni Yang hadn’t fully figured out yet, and she wasn’t 100% sure she could cure the condition.
Hearing her words, Mrs. Zheng’s face turned pale, "Then, what do we do?"