Fu Xing looked at Song Zhi, who was acting funny at the side, and said softly, "I'm sorry. I was just in a bad mood, so I didn't reply. I forgot about it after that."
Fu Xing had indeed been in a bad mood these few days. She heard that her brother's fiancée didn't seem to be willing to marry him. But her brother was clearly the best brother in the world. Why was that sister unwilling to marry her brother? Therefore, she was very unhappy.
Seeing Fu Xing's suddenly downcast expression, Song Zhi quickly said, "It's fine, it's fine. I'm not blaming you. I just haven't seen you in a long time, so I miss you very much."
The two of them played with Fu Xing for a while before Fu Sen brought Song Zhi to the third floor.
This small castle-like villa was the residence that Fu Xing had chosen back then. It had a total of three floors. The first floor was the living room, kitchen, and the place where the nanny, driver, and security guards lived.
The second floor was Fu Xing's main activity location, and the third floor was where Fu Sen occasionally stayed.
As soon as he returned to the study on the third floor, Fu Sen couldn't wait to make a call. When he heard that the other party couldn't find him, Fu Sen looked disappointed.
"Young Master Fu, could it be that this healer is just hearsay? In fact, this person doesn't exist at all? Or is he already dead? He died of natural causes due to old age?" Like Fu Sen, Song Zhi wore a frown on his face.
"It doesn't matter if it's hearsay or not. There's only one chance now; I can't give up," Fu Sen said weakly, burying his face in his palms.
"If only I could find my senior. Eight years ago, my illness made almost all the doctors helpless. In the end, she pulled me back from the gates of hell. I believe that she will definitely be able to cure Xing." As Song Zhi spoke, his senior, who had still been a little girl many years ago, flashed across his mind.
"You should first find out where the entrance of your sect is." Fu Sen almost rolled his eyes.
Regardless of whether it was the healer who had mysterious whereabouts or the senior that Song Zhi spoke of, they had been searching all these years. However, without exception, they could not find them.
Now that Fu Xing had only a year left, if he couldn't find it, there would really be no way to save her.
Song Zhi laughed awkwardly, but he couldn't be blamed for this. Back then, he was so sick that he was in a daze and had been brought to an unknown mountain. After recuperating for two years, he fell ill and was saved by his senior. Then, he was sent back once more in a daze.
How could he know where his sect was?
If it wasn't for the fact that his master owed his grandfather a favor, he would probably never have been able to establish a relationship with the sect in this lifetime.
Fu Sen looked out of the window with a worried expression.
"Your family's old master sent me a message to sniff out information, asking me when it's convenient for you. He intends to send the betrothal gifts to the Zhou family and then discuss the engagement." Song Zhi handed the phone to Fu Sen helplessly.
"Not only your grandfather, but your sister also wants you to get engaged as soon as possible," Song Zhi continued. "She even asked me about you and the eldest daughter of the Zhou family."
"What? The Zhou family has yet to mention breaking off the engagement? Isn't there a rumor that Zhou Cha isn't willing to marry a cripple like me?" Fu Sen said sarcastically.
Song Zhi put away his phone and said mockingly, "The eldest daughter of the Zhou family is Jin Ming's disciple and is also a famous and talented woman. Her future is bright, so she naturally wouldn't be willing to marry a rich playboy like you who's crippled. However..."
Song Zhi paused and sneered, "The Zhou family is not something a 19 year old girl like Zhou Cha can make decisions for. Think about the exorbitant betrothal gifts your grandfather promised. Which family would be willing to let go of a carrot that has already been served up to them? It doesn't matter if you're disabled; even if you're bedridden and incontinent, the Zhou family will strip that young lady and send her to your bed."
Fu Sen shot a sharp look at Song Zhi. Song Zhi quickly smiled and apologized, "I'm just making an analogy. Don't worry, you won't be incontinent. Bah!"
Fu Xing, who was tiptoeing outside the door, almost leaned against the door. She did not hear what Fu Sen and Song Zhi were talking about inside. A discolored face full of pustules was wrinkled in melancholy.
No, she had to help her brother win the bride back.
Although her brother was disabled, he was handsome and had money. When the time came, she could give her sister-in-law all her pocket money so that she would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life.
Therefore, Fu Xing immediately got someone to check Zhou Cha's current location. After Fu Sen and Song Zhi left, she put on her hat and face mask and pulled Auntie Wu along. "Auntie Wu, I want to go out and play for a while. Can you drive me there?"