So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

When Mu Tingyun heard Shen He's wish, he laughed at her: "Vulgar."

"It's not the first day you've known that I'm vulgar." Shen He added, "There are so many people chasing after me, and the only reason you can stand out is because you're rich."

Knowing that Shen He was joking, Mu Tingyun teased her deliberately: "If a man richer than me came after you, would you fall in love with someone else?"

Shen He said seriously: "Yes."

Mu Tingyun was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Shen He carefully, and seeing the mischievous smile in Shen He's eyes, he was sure that she was really just joking, so he smiled and said, "In Qing City, there are not many men who are richer than my family."

Shen He said in an unpredictable tone: "Your uncle happens to be one."

When Mu Tingyun heard Shen He mention Song Jingcheng, he immediately shook his head and said, "That's impossible."

"why?"

Shen He pretended to be angry and said unhappily, "Do you think he looks down on me?"

Mu Tingyun said bluntly: "It's not your problem, it's my uncle's own problem."

"My uncle will never fall in love, let alone get married. Besides, he already..." As it was his uncle's private affairs, Mu Tingyun was cautious and didn't want to say more.

He braked in time, swallowed the rest of his words, and said firmly: "In short, he won't get married."

Of course Shen He knew that Song Jingcheng had no plans to get married.

But, what did Mu Tingyun not finish saying?

Mu Tingyun kept Song Jingcheng's secret a secret. Shen He knew that he couldn't get any clues from him, so he held back.

...

When we arrived at the Dongye Health Villa, it was already dark.

Ma Kai was standing outside the gate waiting for them.

Mu Tingyun took out a foam box from the trunk.

He handed the foam box to Ma Kai and told him, "Uncle Ma, I went on a business trip to H City a few days ago and received a box of fresh wild matsutake mushrooms."

"The weather is hot, and my uncle's appetite is not very good. Please trouble the cook to make some food that my uncle likes."

Ma Kai was a little surprised, "Wild matsutake?"

He glanced at Shen He behind Mu Tingyun and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Shen He: "Uncle Ma, my uncle is waiting for us, let's go in first and don't keep him waiting for too long."

Ma Kai is a smart man and he didn't know about Shen He's delivery of Matsutake mushrooms a few days in advance.

He turned around and went back to the house with the box in his arms, and Mu Tingyun followed with Shen He.

As the three of them entered the living room, they heard footsteps coming from the second floor.

When Mu Tingyun raised his head, he met the gaze of Song Jingcheng who was standing on the corner platform.

Mu Tingyun strode to the bottom of the stairs and called out respectfully, "Uncle, how are you feeling lately?"

Song Jingcheng nodded slightly, "Same old as always." A dark blue color appeared in Song Jingcheng's eyes, and it was obvious that he had not had a good rest for a long time.

Noticing Song Jingcheng's fatigue, Mu Tingyun asked with concern: "How is your sleep quality recently?"

"Not very good." Song Jingcheng did not hide it.

He walked down the stairs and stood next to Mu Tingyun. Shen He noticed that Song Jingcheng was five or six centimeters taller than Mu Tingyun.

It’s just that men are tortured by illness and their bodies are much thinner.

Song Jingcheng is like a vigorous pine tree standing on the edge of a cliff, so fragile that it seems like it will fall down with a gust of wind, but it is tenaciously rooted deep in the soil and grows wildly.

Mu Tingyun said with a melancholy look on his face: "Didn't the director of the Chinese Medical Clinic specially make a kind of calming aromatherapy for you? Doesn't that aromatherapy have any effect?"

Song Jingcheng raised his right hand, and his loose sleeves slid down, revealing a thin and pale arm.

Song Jing pressed his temples vigorously with his long fingers. He looked exhausted. He said, "I can barely sleep for a few hours, but the aromatherapy has a serious side effect and affects my appetite."

Looking at his uncle's frail body, Mu Tingyun felt heavy in his heart, and always had a sense of uneasiness that he was about to lose his uncle.

Shen He stood aside, seeing Mu Tingyun's concern and respect for Song Jingcheng, and felt incredible.

Mu Tingyun, this bastard, actually has times when he truly loves someone.

However, doesn't he truly love Qin Yinong?

After all, he was just too cruel to himself and the Shen family.

After the uncle and nephew finished their conversation, Shen He leaned over and respectfully called out, "Good evening, little uncle."

Song Jingcheng glanced at her coldly and asked Mu Tingyun: "Have you taken Shen He to worship your mother?"

"We just came from the cemetery." Mu Tingyun put his arm around Shen He's waist and told Song Jingcheng solemnly, "Uncle, Shen He is the girl I really want to marry."

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng did not express his opinion, but said in a cold tone: "Let's eat first." After that, he went to the restaurant first.

Song Jingcheng's attitude was cold, as if he had never seen Shen He in the past few days.

Seeing that his uncle ignored Shen He, Mu Tingyun quickly whispered to Shen He: "My uncle has a cold personality and is like this to everyone. Don't worry about it."

Shen He didn't worry at all.

Song Jingcheng is like the white snow, how can it melt easily?

...

Arriving at the restaurant and just sitting down, Shen He felt some discomfort in his lower abdomen, and a warm current flowed out of his body.

"..."

No way!

Calculating the time, these days are almost the days when my period comes.

But she forgot to bring her sanitary napkin when she went out today.

Shen He put his left hand on his lower abdomen and touched it, then he ate absent-mindedly, not really listening to the conversation between the uncle and nephew.

During the meal, Mu Tingyun noticed that his uncle hardly moved his chopsticks and had no appetite.

Mu Tingyun put down his chopsticks and asked Song Jingcheng: "Uncle, the side effects of aromatherapy are too great, how about trying another one?"

Song Jingcheng shook his head slightly. "The director of the Chinese Medical Clinic is already a leader in the medical field. The aromatherapy he configured is already the best."

Mu Tingyun looked distressed. "But you can't even eat now. You've become much thinner than the last time I saw you. If this continues, your body will collapse."

"By the way, Uncle Ma said last time that there is a miracle doctor named Su Miao who is expected to be able to cure your condition. Have you found his whereabouts yet?"

Song Jingcheng said: "It's very difficult."

Hearing the name Su Miao, Shen He concentrated and temporarily forgot about the embarrassment of her aunt's sudden visit.

Su Miao...

This name sounds like a combination of her name and her grandmother's name.

Of course, Shen He knew this must be a coincidence, but she still interrupted and asked, "Is Dr. Su Miao amazing?"

Song Jingcheng had no appetite at all, and none of the food on the table aroused his interest. So he just sipped a glass of warm water and accompanied the two of them for dinner.

If people don’t eat enough and don’t sleep well, they will be in a bad mood.

Song Jingcheng didn't even have the desire to speak.

Seeing that his uncle was in a bad mood, Mu Tingyun told Shen He: "The genius doctor Su Miao is the honorary dean of the National Medical Hall, but this person is very mysterious and never shows up."

"Twenty years ago, a large-scale pneumonia virus broke out across the country, and many people died at the time. It was a letter from the miracle doctor Su Miao that saved the patient from danger."

"This miracle doctor provided the antidote formula for free and did not charge a penny."

In one sentence, Shen He understood how transcendent the status of the miraculous doctor Su Miao was in the traditional Chinese medical community.