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"Hmm..." The Thai king groaned softly, slowly opening his eyes. His gaze was still somewhat dazed as he murmured, "What's going on? Why does my back feel so warm..."

Cheng smiled and withdrew his hand: "Old man, you're alright now that you're awake. Do you remember what happened just now?"

The Thai king frowned and thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly sharpened: "I was shot! And then I don't remember anything... Did you save me, kid?"

Cheng Yi rolled her eyes at him: "Otherwise what? You're lucky to have me by your side today. Next time, remember to wear a bulletproof vest when I'm not around."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the King's eyes. He raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat from Cheng Yi's forehead, his gesture carrying the loving kindness of an elder.

He looked up at the gentleman and lady standing to the side and said with a wry smile, "It seems I may have to bother you here for a couple more days."

The man bent down and sighed, "This was our oversight, and I will take full responsibility."

The King of Thailand smiled and shook his head: "Don't say that. It was clearly my guards who had the problem. Fortunately, my son was with me, so I was spared. From now on, my safety will depend on you two."

The man sighed, "If anything goes wrong again, I'll really have nowhere to hide my old face."

Just then, a security guard came in and whispered to the man, "Sir, we have searched an area of ​​5 kilometers, but we still haven't found the murderer."

A sharp glint flashed in the man's eyes, and his fist clenched slightly.

The King of Thailand waved his hand and said, "There's no need to investigate. I already have the answer in my heart. The process is not important."

He paused, then looked at Cheng Yi. "Actually, the killer's primary target wasn't me. I just happened to be standing too close to Cheng Yi, so I got caught in the crossfire. By the way, Cheng Yi, you got shot more times than me, right? Are you alright?"

Cheng Yi snorted and patted his chest: "Don't worry, my hard qigong isn't just for show. I'm already invulnerable to swords and bullets. A few bullets are nothing to me."

He changed the subject, a hint of smugness in his voice, "Speaking of which, this can be considered a blessing in disguise. While I was treating your injuries, I also cleared up all the meridians in your body and treated your old ailments in your lungs and head, ensuring you live at least another fifteen years."

Upon hearing this, the King of Thailand exclaimed in amazement, "I never knew there were such miraculous medical skills and martial arts in the world... It seems I was truly a frog in a well."

Cheng raised an eyebrow, about to say something more, but was interrupted by her husband: "Let's not talk about this for now. The King of Thailand has just woken up and needs to rest. Xiaoyu, arrange a quiet guest room. After the King of Thailand wakes up, have someone prepare some light and nourishing food."

"Yes." Xiaoyu immediately responded and withdrew.

Cheng Yi suddenly said, "Wait a minute, Brother Yu, I'll take care of the old man's meals myself. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I want to make some medicinal food to nourish his body. I'll write down some Chinese medicinal herbs in a bit, and you can buy them for me."

Xiaoyu nodded quickly in agreement.

As the master's special assistant, he had already seen everything clearly – not to mention that Cheng Yi's status had already risen to the top, his superb Chinese medicine skills and his powerful strength that could send an assassin flying more than ten meters away with a single palm strike were enough to make anyone dare not underestimate him.

Cheng Yi gently helped the Thai king up, his tone slightly teasing: "Old man, if you don't want to leave, I can just take you home for a couple of days. There's no need to hurt yourself, is there?"

The King of Thailand rolled his eyes at him, annoyed: "What normal person would intentionally injure themselves?"

Even so, looking at his son whom he had only met less than half a day ago, a long-lost warmth welled up in his heart.

This kinship has nothing to do with status or the deliberate emphasis on blood ties; it is hidden in the disrespectful way of calling someone "old man," and in the other person's self-reliant attitude.

He thought to himself: how hard and effort must a poor boy from an orphanage have put in to accumulate shares in a company that is now spread all over the world?

Thinking back to how he struggled in the shadow of his uncle and brother, carefully maneuvering amidst conspiracies and schemes, only this son could truly understand the bitterness and helplessness he felt.

As for his sixty-year-old son, besides having ambition but lacking ability, his temperament was either fierce or cowardly, making it difficult to satisfy him.

On the other hand, this son he had just met pleased him in every way—especially his dashing and debonair personality, which was exactly like his own when he was young.

Of course, the sixty-year-old son also had many women around him, but his taste was really questionable; while the women he chose, whether it was the daughter of He Hongsen who earned two MBAs in half a year and was capable of handling UN cultural and educational affairs, or Wanzhen, the genius beauty of the Asian shipping group, or even Yang Mi, the entertainment company boss who had the courage to use herself as bait to lure out Southeast Asian mercenaries, were all outstanding individuals.

"This is the vision that my golden bloodline should have," the Thai king thought to himself, nodding inwardly.

However, he also knew that Cheng Yi had not received professional training, knew nothing about national affairs, and was unable to handle complex interpersonal relationships. This was definitely his biggest weakness, especially given the complex web of various domestic forces and the need for long-term cultivation of public support.

As for the sixty-year-old son, although he was somewhat useless, he had been the heir for sixty years, and his foundation among the common people was not something that Cheng Yi, this "outsider," could easily shake.

But that bastard actually dared to send assassins to kill them, even endangering his own life—or rather, his target was actually the father and son.

The Thai king closed his eyes to rest, but a thousand thoughts were already racing through his mind, and a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.

At this moment, Cheng Yi walked over carrying a steaming bowl of medicinal food.

These are several recipes he selected from the "Taste King Heritage" to nourish blood and qi, which are just right for the Thai King at this moment.

The Thai king opened his eyes, looked at Cheng Yi's smiling face, and couldn't help but smile as well. He asked, "What was in that bottle you put in my mouth after I was shot?"

Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow: "Why are you so concerned about something that could save your life?"

The King of Thailand sighed, his tone tinged with hope: "An old friend of mine has terminal leukemia and doesn't have much time left. Can your stuff... save him?"

Cheng paused for a moment, then turned to look for his backpack. Seeing the syringe-like object inside, he felt reassured—[Superpower Stem Cells: From the movie *Sky on Fire*, capable of curing all cancers and restoring patients to health. Requires 10 points of system energy to be injected into the patient.]

He picked up the injection and said, "I happen to have something here that I can try. Where are the people with cancer?"

The King's eyes lit up instantly: "Are you sure you can do it?"

“Of course,” Cheng Yi said with a smile. “Bring him to the capital, and I will treat him personally.”

The King of Thailand shook his head: "He is currently under medical observation and treatment in a Thai hospital. He can't withstand any more stress and can't come."

Cheng Yi sighed: "Then I'll have to send someone over myself. Here's what I'll do: you give him a call first and I'll arrange for someone to go over right away."

The King of Thailand picked up his phone, then suddenly slapped his forehead: "I haven't saved your number yet."

Cheng Yi smiled, took his phone, and entered a number. The Thai king immediately dialed a number, his tone calm and authoritative: "Anton, I will send someone to deliver the medicine to treat Lao Han. You will personally go to the hospital entrance to pick him up at dawn this morning. There must be no mistakes."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Cheng Yi looked at his sudden switch to an imperial aura and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "Old man, that's domineering enough! You've been acting like a Thai king for five or six years now, haven't you?"

Looking at his grinning face, the King sighed inwardly: Can such an unreliable child really shoulder that heavy responsibility?

However, if I could live another fifteen or sixteen years, with my teachings and methods, I could give him another ten years to lay the foundation, perhaps... it wouldn't be impossible?

But what about Lalongkorn? Would he willingly relinquish his right to succession? Can they really avoid internal strife among brothers?

However, even if Lalongkorn were to ascend the throne, given his personality, he probably wouldn't tolerate this suddenly appearing younger brother. The mercenary incident last time, this assassination attempt… perhaps Lalongkorn had already sensed a sense of crisis.

That evening, Fangfang and Yuanyuan surprisingly came over, dragging along an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face.

Cheng Yi watched as his wife respectfully called him "Father" before he realized—this was actually the Emperor's father-in-law!

He was wondering why the emperor's father-in-law would bring two maids over at this time when two passionate figures rushed into his arms.

"Brother Cheng Yi, why didn't you tell us you were coming to Aunt's house? If Brother Xiao Yu hadn't accidentally let it slip, we wouldn't have seen you!" Fangfang snuggled against him, acting all cute.

Yuanyuan chimed in, "That's right, that's right! Your heart has definitely been bewitched by those vixens, and you don't care about us two little sisters anymore! We don't want to be friends with you anymore!"

Cheng Yi was amused by them: "You really don't want to be friends with me anymore? I heard you're going to Princeton University, so I specially bought a farm in the Booz Amboy suburb in southwestern New York and am even planning to build a big villa for you to live in."

Upon hearing this, Fangfang and Yuanyuan immediately jumped up excitedly: "Wow! A farm? Really? Brother Chengyi, there really is a farm? We're going to be farm owners!"

The two little girls instantly forgot their anger and enthusiastically discussed what animals they wanted to raise and what kind of house they wanted to build, showing no sign of being unhappy at all.

The King and his father-in-law looked at the three playful juniors, exchanged a glance, and both revealed knowing smiles.

The King of Thailand looked at his father-in-law and said slowly, "In Thailand, in addition to the Queen, a prince can also have two concubines."

The father-in-law raised an eyebrow slightly: "As far as I know, Thailand doesn't seem to have this law, does it?"

The King of Thailand laughed: "It's alright, I'm in charge of the laws in Thailand."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor's father-in-law smiled and nodded: "I know Cheng Yi is no ordinary person. However, our two little devils have been able to read minds since they were young, and I believe they can be his good helpers."

The King's eyes lit up, and he nodded in satisfaction. He then looked at his wife and said, "So, our marriage can be arranged ahead of schedule?"

Looking at the three of them having so much fun, the lady smiled wryly and said, "Getting engaged now? Isn't that too early? Fangfang and Yuanyuan haven't even graduated from university yet."

The King of Thailand laughed and said, "Let's make it a verbal agreement first, so I can feel at ease grooming him as my successor."

Looking at the Thai King's smiling face, and then at Cheng Yi, who was playing around with the two little girls, the lady sighed inwardly—what kind of luck does this kid have? Not only has he become the Thai King's son, but now he has actually become the next Thai King's heir, and she is still kept in the dark.

In the middle of the night, seeing that the King of Thailand was fast asleep, Cheng returned to his room, opened the portal, recorded the coordinates, and teleported directly to an alley near the Thai airport.

He brought up his personal profile panel and changed his appearance to that of a Southeast Asian—a skill he had acquired previously in the Mobile Force series.

Cheng Yi took out his car, drove to the target hospital, and made a phone call to Anton.

Less than five minutes later, Anton appeared at the hospital entrance, looked him up and down, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you here to deliver the medicine?"

"I'm just following orders. I'll leave once the task is done," Cheng said calmly.

Anton frowned. "Just to be safe, I need to check it out."

Cheng Yi stood still, raising her hands for him to inspect. It turned out that besides the unidentified syringe in her pocket, she had nothing else on her.