12dz Chapter 1001 It’ll be okay
Chapter 1001 It’ll be okay
The parents sat facing each other, discussing their children's marriages. Their conversation inevitably touched on the invisible barrier of social class, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.
Mr. Yu kept a straight face, and Mrs. Yu only occasionally chimed in. Although Deng Min and Teng Junhao spoke earnestly, it was clear that their concerns had not yet dissipated.
As the sun gradually climbed overhead, the clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the aroma of food wafted from outside the courtyard.
My second uncle was a lively person. Seeing the gloomy atmosphere in the room, he hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in.
With a loud and clear voice: "It's getting late. The chef has prepared all the dishes. Yu'e, come out and help carry the dishes!"
Then he turned to the people in the room and smiled sheepishly, "Let's eat first, let's eat first. We can talk while we eat, we can't talk on an empty stomach."
Second Aunt quickly replied, "Okay! Brother and Sister-in-law, you two chat first, I'll be right back." With that, she followed Second Uncle out of the house.
Only the two families remained in the house, and it was so quiet that the sound of the wind outside the window could be heard.
Deng Zhouyi quietly took out his phone, quickly typed a WeChat message on the screen, and sent it out.
He had his assistant prepare some gifts suitable for the elders early in the morning, and now he should have them bring them in while the dishes were being served, so that he could show his sincerity once again.
Yu's mother glanced at her husband's tense profile, then looked at Teng Junhao and his wife.
He said softly, "It's a rural area, so the food is simple. Please excuse the poor quality."
Ling Ya smiled and waved her hand: "Judging from the aroma, the dishes are quite good."
This is a private chef from the Ji Hotel in the city that A-Yi arranged to come and serve us; the taste should be pretty good.
She tried to ease the tension by turning her gaze to Yu Qianqian, "Qianqian, you need to eat more. Look how thin your face has become on the way here."
Yu Qianqian smiled, pursing her lips, and secretly glanced at Deng Zhouyi, a hint of embarrassment hidden in her eyes.
Deng Zhouyi grasped her hand and squeezed it gently—no matter what, there will always be a way.
The noise from outside the courtyard grew closer, clearly indicating that the feast was about to begin. This meal might be the key to breaking the deadlock.
Deng Zhouyi silently hoped for a brighter future after the dinner, when he saw his assistants carrying large and small bags of gifts into the courtyard.
The bright red gift box, wrapped in silk, drew exclamations from the surrounding villagers: "Wow, this gift is all red, so festive!"
"I heard he's from a big city. That young man looks very capable. Qianqian is so lucky!"
"Yes, Yu Shui's family has a good eye."
Amidst the murmurs, the sharply dressed assistants had already placed fine wines and drinks on the square table in the courtyard.
The private chef team's waiters laid out clean disposable tablecloths and quickly set out plates, bowls, and chopsticks, their movements efficient and elegant.
Two young women dressed in elegant cheongsams entered the room carrying cold dishes and placed them on the table one by one.
Deng Zhouyi took the wine from his assistant, unscrewed the cap, and slowly poured it into the prepared glasses. The wine was clear and had a faint, mellow aroma.
Inside the house, Mrs. Yu frowned slightly as she watched the red gift boxes being neatly stacked in the corner by her assistant, piled up to half her height.
Mr. Yu's face remained ashen. He pulled out his pipe and was about to put it in his mouth when Mrs. Yu snatched it away and scolded him in a low voice:
"There are guests all inside, no one's smoking this, how can you bring it out like this?"
Seeing this, Teng Junhao quickly took out an exquisite metal cigarette case from his pocket, pressed a button to eject a cigarette, and handed it to Yu's father.
He laughed and said, "Mr. Yu, would you like to try mine? I'm afraid it's not as strong as your tobacco. Try it and see if you can handle it."
Deng Zhouyi quickly took out a lighter and stepped forward, first lighting the lighter for Yu's father, then for Teng Junhao.
As the flames flickered, a faint smell of smoke drifted out, which eased the tense atmosphere somewhat.
Mr. Yu took a drag of his cigarette, smoke slowly billowing from his nostrils, as he surveyed the grand spectacle unfolding in the courtyard.
He glanced at the gift boxes piled up in the room, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally sighed without saying anything, though the resistance in his eyes seemed to have softened slightly.
Teng Junhao took a drag of his cigarette and smiled as he tried to smooth things over: "Mr. Yu, life in the countryside is very peaceful."
This cigarette and alcohol are just a token of my appreciation, please don't take it personally. The main reason I'm here today is to accompany the children and express my support.
From now on, we're all family. Please feel free to ask if you need anything; don't hesitate to ask.
Yu's mother chimed in, "Mr. Teng, you're too kind. We're all guests, let's eat first."
He then got up, picked up the teapot, and went over to pour tea for Teng Junhao and Ling Ya.
"Our home is modest, Mr. Teng and Mrs. Ling, please don't mind, eat and drink well."
Ling Ya stood up and said, "Qianqian's mother, please sit down. There are waiters to serve tea and water! Try this dish, is it delicious?"
After saying that, he took the first bite of the fish belly meat with the serving chopsticks and put it into Yu's mother's plate.
"This is a mandarin fish with no bones and a particularly delicious flavor."
Yu Qianqian picked up the serving chopsticks, placed a piece of green vegetable on Deng Min's plate, and said softly:
"Aunt Deng, please eat while it's hot, don't always be so busy serving everyone else."
As soon as she finished speaking, a smell of smoke wafted over with the steam from the food, and she suddenly felt a churning in her stomach, with nausea rising to her throat.
She hurriedly covered her mouth, and just as she was about to get up to go outside for some fresh air, she felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and her head spin and her legs go numb.
"Qianqian..." Deng Min reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and asking anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Deng Zhouyi had just finished pouring tea for Yu's father when he heard his mother's exclamation. He immediately put down the teapot and turned around.
He saw Yu Qianqian's body suddenly go limp, and he quickly stepped forward to catch her firmly, calling out urgently, "Qianqian! Qianqian!"
The person in his arms was in a daze, their head resting gently against his chest, their face frighteningly pale.
"Ayi, get him to the hospital quickly!" Ling Ya made a decisive decision and stood up to give the order.
Without saying a word, Deng Zhouyi picked up Yu Qianqian and strode out of the room.
"Qianqian!" Yu's mother cried out and followed after her. Yu's father also threw down his cigarette butt and chased after her with a serious expression.
Teng Junhao, holding Ling Ya's hand, and Deng Min followed closely behind, the group hurrying out of the courtyard.
The villagers in the courtyard were chatting and laughing when several people suddenly rushed out of the house.
Deng Zhouyi was still holding the unconscious Yu Qianqian in his arms when chaos erupted.
"What's going on?"
"She looks like Miss Qianqian..."
"What's going on here?"
My second aunt and second uncle didn't even bother to greet the villagers; they took off chasing after him.
When we got to the village entrance, we only saw the convoy kicking up a cloud of dust, already long gone.
Everyone stood there, looking at each other, unable to explain what had happened at this otherwise pleasant banquet.
Inside the car, Deng Zhouyi held Yu Qianqian tightly, his fingertips icy cold—her breathing was very light.
His face was still pale, and he kept calling her name softly, "Qianqian, don't scare me, please wake up?" His voice trembled without him even realizing it.
Sitting beside her, Yu's mother held Qianqian's hand tightly, tears welling in her eyes: "This child...this child was perfectly fine this morning..."
"How could I just faint like that?" she said, covering her mouth and sobbing.
"Auntie, please don't worry. It's probably because Qianqian has been traveling a long way and is tired. Driver, please drive faster."
While comforting Yu's mother, Deng Zhouyi urged the driver to accelerate.
Ling Ya and Deng Min intertwined their arms, their eyes fixed on the car ahead. Deng Min's mind was in turmoil.
"She was fine when she left this morning. Could it be that she was angry with Ayi last night and didn't sleep at all?"
Teng Junhao then analyzed in a deep voice: "No, A-Yi didn't do anything wrong."
Mr. Yu was just overthinking things because he loved his daughter so much; if it weren't for his second aunt's greed, A-Yi's behavior wouldn't have mattered at all.
The scenery outside the train window rushed past, and the only sound inside the carriage was the suppressed breathing of the passengers.
Deng Zhouyi looked down at the person in his arms, with only one thought in his mind: Qianqian, you must be alright.
The car roared into the emergency entrance of the city's central hospital, its tires screeching against the ground.
As soon as the car door opened, the medical staff who had been waiting pushed a stretcher around it.
They hurriedly transferred Yu Qianqian from the car and pushed her towards the end of the corridor where the "Emergency Rescue" sign was lit in red.
"Family members, please wait outside!" the nurse said, and the emergency room door slammed shut, isolating the inside from the outside.
The corridor fell silent instantly, with only the suppressed breathing of the crowd remaining.
Deng Zhouyi leaned against the cold wall, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed door, as if trying to see through the door panel and discern every detail inside.
His hands were still trembling slightly, and the warm but weak weight of Qianqian seemed to linger on his arms when he had just hugged her.
Yu's mother slumped on the bench, her hands clasped together and pressed against her forehead. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her suppressed sobs were particularly clear in the empty corridor.
Yu's father stood beside her, his hands behind his back, his usually straight back now somewhat hunched.
His brows were furrowed, and he paced back and forth, the clatter of his rubber-soled cloth shoes hitting the ground revealing his barely concealed anxiety.
Deng Min held Ling Ya's hand, her fingertips were icy cold, and her lips moved as if she were praying softly.
Ling Ya gently patted the back of her hand, but her gaze kept drifting towards the door of the emergency room, then back to the distraught Deng Zhouyi, her eyes filled with worry.
Teng Junhao stood a little distance away, speaking softly into the phone, his voice steady.
Trying to suppress his unease with reason, he hung up the phone and walked to Deng Zhouyi's side.
He patted him on the shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry, everything will be alright. I've contacted the hospital director, and he'll be here right away."
Deng Zhouyi didn't speak, but simply nodded, his gaze remaining fixed on the door.
The pale lights in the corridor made everyone's faces look somewhat haggard.
Time seemed to stretch out, each second feeling like torture. The red light above the emergency room was blindingly bright.
Like a huge boulder hanging over everyone's heads, it weighed heavily on their hearts.