One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 18 Obedient Feng Baobao

As soon as he passed through the security checkpoint, Zhang Chulan immediately threw his luggage on the ground, his expression changing faster than turning the pages of a book.

He knelt down on one knee in front of Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair with a thud, his face filled with heartache:

"Master Tian! I'm so sorry! I've frightened you!"

"How can I let you handle such rough and tiring work personally? You should be enjoying tea in the VIP lounge. Leave these small matters to me, your grand-disciple!"

Tian Jinzhong was completely taken aback by this turn of events.

Previously, when they were at Longhu Mountain, Zhang Chulan was standing in the group of Na Du Tong.

Tian Jinzhong only knew of this person, but he didn't know that Zhang Chulan had such a personality.

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "Senior brother, this kid... is he Huaiyi's grandson? His personality... is quite different from that taciturn Huaiyi?"

Zhang Zhiwei pushed up his sunglasses, his lips twitching slightly: "It is somewhat different, but the thickness of this skin is even greater than the original."

Su Wuxian, amused by the sight, kicked Zhang Chulan's butt:

"Alright, stop acting, the ground's cold. Also, don't call us 'Master,' it makes us sound old. When we're out and about, we should call you... 'Boss.'"

"Alright, Boss Su!"

Zhang Chulan stood up quickly, taking the milk tea bag from Su Wuxian with a fawning expression: "Boss Su, I'll carry this heavy thing! You can rest!"

While Zhang Chulan was busy trying to curry favor.

Feng Baobao, who had been standing silently at the back, suddenly moved.

She sniffed, and her previously unfocused eyes became fixed on Su Wuxian.

"Sniff sniff..."

Like a cat that has discovered catnip, Feng Baobao moved closer to Su Wuxian.

She circled him twice, then finally brought her face close to Su Wuxian's neck and took a deep breath.

"It smells so good..."

Feng Baobao's voice carried a hint of inexplicable longing:

"The scent of immortality... is getting stronger and stronger."

Zhang Chulan was terrified and grabbed Feng Baobao, saying, "Bao'er! What are you doing! Don't lay a hand on Master... don't lay a hand on Boss Su! He's an elder!"

"But...it smells so good!"

Feng Baobao looked aggrieved and even tried to reach out and touch Su Wuxian's face, "If I touch it, I should be able to get some of his scent."

Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong were both somewhat surprised by what they saw.

The girl's Qi was strange, incredibly pure.

Moreover, they seem to lack any sense of human morality or shame, acting entirely on instinct.

Faced with Feng Baobao's "offense," Su Wuxian was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and reached out to rummage inside his wide sleeve.

"Hey little girl, trying to get some of my scent?"

"Uh-huh."

Feng Baobao nodded vigorously.

"If you want to get some of the flavor, you'd better listen to me."

As if by magic, Su Wuxian pulled out a large, unopened bag of Weilong gluten noodles from his sleeve.

"Come on, call me grandpa, this is yours."

As Feng Baobao looked at the large, shiny bag of red oil-coated gluten, the green light in her eyes instantly overshadowed her desire for immortality.

Without any hesitation, without even a moment's thought, she shouted crisply:

"grandfather!"

"Oh, so good."

Su Wuxian tore open the packaging and handed one over.

Feng Baobao took a bite, her eyes crinkling into crescents with happiness, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster guarding its food.

Zhang Chulan watched in stunned silence, then covered his face and wailed:

"Sister Bao'er...where's your integrity? You sold your self-respect for just a bag of spicy strips? We're not here to monitor...not to act as tour guides, are we?"

While feeding Feng Baobao, Su Wuxian glanced at Zhang Chulan with a half-smile:

"What? Zhang Chulan, you want one too? Call me grandpa, and I'll give you one too."

Zhang Chulan's body stiffened.

He glanced at the tempting bag of spicy strips, then at Su Wuxian's young face.

He was originally from the grandfather's generation, wasn't he?

The next second, he righteously and solemnly...extended his hand:

"Grandpa Su! I want the sweet and spicy flavor!"

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

Tian Jinzhong: "..."

The two looked at each other and saw a deep sense of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Huaiyi, your grandson... is truly a rare talent.

......

Business class carriage on train G102.

Because Xu Si's "expenditure is unlimited," he booked the entire business class carriage this time.

Five large, genuine leather seats, one for each person.

The train started moving, and the scenery outside the window rushed past.

"Wow! This chair can recline flat? And it even has a massage function?"

Tian Jinzhong squirmed and twisted in the chair, having a great time. "It's much more comfortable than my wheelchair! Senior brother, you should try it too, press that red button!"

Although Zhang Zhiwei outwardly maintained a composed demeanor and closed his eyes to rest, the subtle movements in his hands betrayed him.

He was secretly adjusting the backrest angle of the chair, trying to find the most dignified yet most comfortable position.

Su Wuxian leaned against the window, while Feng Baobao squatted at his feet, intently dealing with the bag of spicy strips.

"Boss Su."

Zhang Chulan approached like a waiter, carrying a cup of hot tea, his face plastered with a fawning smile:

"Um... there were a lot of people at the station just now, so I was too embarrassed to ask."

"You took the Grand Tutor and the others to Beijing this time... was it really for sightseeing?"

Su Wuxian took the tea, blew on it, and glanced at Zhang Chulan through the rising steam:

"What? Did that little rascal Xu Si send you to sound me out?"

"No way!" Zhang Chulan quickly waved his hand. "I was just curious! Besides, who am I? I'm your own grand-disciple! My heart is definitely with you!"

"Yeah?"

Su Wuxian smiled, then suddenly lowered his voice and pointed to the fleeting scenery outside the window:

"Zhang Chulan, do you know where this train is headed?"

"Beijing."

"Yes, Beijing."

A cold glint flashed in Su Wuxian's eyes, but his tone remained as calm as water:

"That's also the Wang family's stronghold."

"I heard that old man Wang Ai is currently gathering people everywhere, preparing to hold a 'recognition ceremony' for that kid Wang Ye."

"We're not going there for any other important business."

Su Wuxian took a sip of tea and said casually:

"I'm just going to deliver a wreath to this conference."

"Oh no, just a little something extra."

"puff--!"

Zhang Chulan spat out the water he had just drunk.

Sending a wreath?

This is going to a funeral... no, this is going to a burial!

Looking at the smiling, kind-looking "young" elder in front of him, Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly understood why Xu Si had said it was a "glorious and arduous" task.

This is hardly a vacation!

This is going into Beijing to set off fireworks!

"Um... Mr. Su, could we be a little... a little gentler?" Zhang Chulan asked timidly. "After all, this is a society governed by law..."

"rest assured."

Su Wuxian patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and pointed to Feng Baobao, who was licking the spicy snack oil off her fingers at his feet:

"I know my limits. As long as they don't come up to me and let me hit them, I won't bother."

"But if they insist on courting death..."

Su Wuxian looked out the window, towards Beijing:

"Then don't blame me for giving them a lesson on what it means to...respect the elderly and care for the young."