After a few minutes of conversation, Zhou Guohua made a gesture of wiping tears, then shook his head and walked back, with Zhou Li following behind, her head bowed the entire time, not looking up at anyone.
Zhou Guohua forced a faint smile towards Li Xiufang and said, "Lili is young and doesn’t understand things. I spoke to her, and eventually, she came around."
"Really?" Feng Gui was overjoyed and asked, "Little Li, do you really agree?"
Zhou Li let out a low "hmm" as tears once again streamed down her cheeks, but since she kept her head down, not many noticed.
Zhou Guohua suddenly sighed, raising his head with tears brimming in his eyes, barely stopping them from falling.
Zhou Jingpeng certainly noticed his father’s expression and felt a surge of alarm. It seemed that forcing his sister to marry Feng Gui wasn’t just about the money, over a hundred thousand yuan. Could there be other reasons? What could make his sister agree to this?
Remembering the sad look his sister gave him just now, he suddenly realized that this matter seemed related to him. Could it be...
Glancing down at his left leg, which couldn’t walk, Zhou Jingpeng seemed to understand something and shouted, "No, I disagree. I am firmly against this!"
Zhou Jingpeng’s outburst took Li Xiufang and her son by surprise, both turning to him in confusion.
"Brother, this is my decision to make," Zhou Li suddenly said, lifting her head.
"No, sister!" Zhou Jingpeng said, "I will never agree to this."
Feng Gui furrowed his brows and said, "Brother Jingpeng, what’s gotten into you? Weren’t you just saying we should respect Little Li’s own choice? Now that she’s willing, why are you opposing it?"
Li Xiufang had been displeased from the start, and now, unable to restrain herself, scoffed, "Jingpeng, you’re not a child anymore. You should know that it’s your sister’s good fortune to marry my son. Other girls wish they could marry him but aren’t even considered."
Ignoring the mother and son, Zhou Jingpeng gave a self-deprecating smile and turned to Zhou Guohua, "Dad, it’s because of me, isn’t it?"
Zhou Guohua glanced at his son, and with that look, tears began to flow unabated. Trembling, whether from anger or something else, he retorted, "What are you talking about? This matter has nothing to do with you. Besides, if your sister marries Feng Gui, she’ll eat well, dress well, what’s wrong with that?"
"Exactly!" Feng Gui said, somewhat proudly, "As long as Little Li is willing to be with me, I will never let her suffer in the slightest. Once I take over my father’s company, she will be the boss’s wife. She can eat whatever she wants, wear whatever she wants—many women can only dream of such a life. Brother Jingpeng, you’re smart. Can’t you see that?"
Zhou Jingpeng was about to speak when suddenly, Leng Xuan patted his shoulder twice and then rested his hand there without letting go. Instantly, Zhou Jingpeng’s heart skipped a beat as he felt a mysterious power flowing in from his shoulder, rapidly spreading throughout his body, which startled him greatly. Turning to look at Leng Xuan, he heard Leng Xuan ask, "What happened to your leg?"
Zhou Jingpeng paused and, staring intently at Leng Xuan’s face, responded with a counter-question instead of an answer, "You... you really are...?"
"It’s me!" Leng Xuan didn’t wait for Zhou Jingpeng to finish and simply acknowledged it outright.