Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 47 A gentleman at the table, a scoundrel under the table

What's Fu Shizheng doing here?

Minghua was completely bewildered.

If others might fawn over Mingzhu because of her "S"-rank healer status, or deliberately try to get close to her.

These arrogant and privileged sons of heaven who held the reins of the empire had no need for such a thing. They didn't see Mingzhu trying every means to strike up a conversation with Fu Shizheng, but Fu Shizheng ignored her.

Mingzhu even went to the basketball court to bring Jin Chenye water, but unfortunately, she intercepted the opportunity herself.

Therefore, Ming Hua was extremely wary of Fu Shizheng's inexplicable appearance at the Ming family home.

Especially when Fu Shizheng glanced at her just now, she inexplicably saw a hint of resentment and bitterness in his eyes.

She shook her head. What grudge could she possibly have against Fu Shizheng?

For some reason, I thought of what happened backstage at the last speech, and I couldn't help but shrink my nose.

With Jin Chenye, who repeatedly contradicts himself, in the past, could it be that Fu Shizheng has also fallen in love with her and wants to contradict himself as well?

A few days ago, Minghua would never have been so confident. She believed that these privileged young people valued their reputation above all else. Even if they regretted it later and developed a liking for her, as long as she repeatedly echoed what they had said at the beginning, it would be difficult for them to lose face.

Who knew that someone like Jin Chenye, who was so reckless and unruly, would appear?

Minghua's ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger, becoming even more pronounced during dinner that evening.

Perhaps it was because she was valued by Jin Chenye that, even when being chased by a strange beast in a live broadcast witnessed by millions, he did not abandon her directly, making the Ming family think that she had value and giving her a chance to sit at the table for a meal.

Mingchang sat in the main seat.

Zhuang Mei and Mingzhu sat on either side of him.

Minghua sat to the left of Zhuang Mei, while Fu Shizheng sat next to Mingzhu.

This resulted in Minghua and Fu Shizheng being positioned face to face.

Looking at Minghua's exquisitely beautiful face, Mingzhu frowned almost imperceptibly. Unable to find any other reason or alternative, she sighed and held back.

In the main seat, Mingchang was showing off his precious pearl:

"President Fu, there's some news I don't know if you've seen. Some time ago, the survival rate of soldiers on the border planet increased significantly, and no one died after the mental energy rampage."

Such a shocking event naturally caused a huge uproar when it was reported back to the main planet.

Fu Shizheng nodded, "It is true. I heard that a very powerful healer helped, but I suspect that Zhan Liefeng has been keeping a group of healers and is preparing to transfer him back to the main star."

Given the magnitude of the event, Fu Shizheng naturally sent people to investigate it thoroughly. Unfortunately, Zhan Liefeng kept the information tightly under wraps, and they haven't found anything useful yet.

Or rather, the Fu Group mainly deals in mecha-related businesses, which have little to do with healing abilities, so he didn't put much effort into it.

However, Mingchang's mention of this matter at this time was definitely not a simple discussion.

Sure enough, the next second, Mingchang spoke with a smile:
"What Marshal Zhan said is true. There really is a powerful healer helping us."

"But Mr. Fu probably doesn't know that this healer is our Mingzhu."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Mingzhu, her face showing the joy of having been kept in the dark about the truth.

"Oh dear, if the people from the Marshal's Mansion hadn't come looking for me personally, I wouldn't have known that you, Mingzhu, could now use a holographic pod to help people with mental energy management."

"It gave me quite a fright; I thought I had done something wrong."

"father!"

Mingzhu's smiling face froze, not knowing what Mingchang was saying.

What is this holographic capsule mental energy management?

Isn't it only possible to do a haircut face-to-face?
Moreover, a healer needs a long time to recover after helping someone with their first treatment. How could she possibly give such an important opportunity to the soldiers of the border planet?

In Mingchang's eyes, this appearance was simply a sign that the child had grown up and started to feel shy.

“I know Mingzhu wants to do good deeds in secret, but you should still tell your parents about something this important.”

"You were all the rage in the holographic world a while ago, weren't you the one nicknamed 'Little Painter Hua Ya'?"

"Besides you having an 'S' level healing ability, who else can do that?"

"Not only the Marshal's Mansion, but the research institute also sent me messages, inviting me to visit sometime."

Upon hearing Mingchang's words, Mingzhu, who had originally intended to offer some explanation, immediately stopped.

That's right. She's the only one in the entire intergalactic world with "S" level healing power.

No one has surpassed her yet.

So what if she admits it? Is there anyone else who can stand up and expose her?

That little painter, who knows what methods she used to cure the border soldier? She might not dare to admit it because there's something wrong with her identity. Helping her cover it up is for her own good.

She nodded hurriedly, a blush creeping across her face.

"Dad, I originally wanted to do something good secretly. I felt so sorry for them when they died because of their mental breakdowns. I wanted to give it a try. I never thought I would succeed."

“Hahahaha,” Mingchang laughed, “Zhuzhu, you’re just too modest.”

"Now even research institutes are inviting us to visit."

Mingchang was very pleased with himself, thinking that he had never received such preferential treatment before.

The Imperial Research Institute is not a place for ordinary people to enter; the research projects inside are enough to change the future trajectory of the entire empire.

He really raised a wonderful daughter.

Mingchang was secretly pleased and turned to Fu Shizheng to praise him:

“Our Mingzhu is not only the Empire’s first ‘S’ level healer, but also a hero of the Empire. This was said by Marshal Zhan. President Fu, you agree, right?”

Men are all competitive.

Mingchang attempted to provoke Fu Shizheng and Zhan Liefeng into fighting over Mingzhu using words.

Whoever gives more, pays a higher price, and demonstrates greater strength.

Mingzhu will ultimately choose whom.

Fu Shizheng nodded.

At that moment, he finally understood why the old man had insisted on having him come to the Ming family.

It turned out to be the case.

Could it be that Mingzhu could remotely help heal mental abilities through a holographic capsule?

This is truly a groundbreaking discovery.

It is enough to influence the future development of the world.

Whoever seizes the initiative will rise with the tide.

Fu Shizheng continued his discussion with Mingchang for a few more minutes, his expression remaining perfectly calm.

Minghua couldn't help but sneer at the man's upright and gentlemanly demeanor, if it weren't for the fact that his legs were tightly clamped around her calves under the table.

"hiss."

Minghua gasped sharply.

This immediately drew the attention of the entire family.

He hurriedly picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, then put on an embarrassed and admiring expression as he explained:

"This is delicious."

Mingzhu covered her lips and chuckled softly.

They really are from a garbage planet; they've never eaten anything good.

It was time to show off her good older sister skills. Although she was surprised and didn't know what Mingchang meant by the holographic world painting or the little painter, she put on a very good act, picked up the dishes in front of her with the serving chopsticks, and showed a bit of consideration on her face.

"Huahua, eat more, this is delicious too."

Minghua naturally nodded in agreement, and this appearance made Fu Shizheng unable to resist probing her. His dark eyes stared at her inch by inch, and his movements became more and more intense.

Minghua gave him a hateful look.

This nerve.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Fu Shizheng, who appeared to be a gentleman talking to Mingchang, was actually gripping Minghua's leg tightly under the table with his large, burning hand, inch by inch, as if some kind of beast were marking its territory, not letting go of a single inch.

If she weren't afraid of causing any trouble, Minghua would have loved to kick him.