Yang Yuanshan, after all, was an old fox who had weathered many storms. Upon realizing the meaning behind Luo Ziling’s words, he just smiled calmly.
Sitting down, he took a sip of tea, then slowly said, "I’m really grateful to you and your grandpa for curing my illness. In a few days, I’ll pick a day and invite the two of you, along with your parents, for a meal. I’ll have Qingyin’s family join too. We’re all old friends, so having a drink together is no big deal!"
Yang Qingyin was stunned by what Yang Yuanshan said.
What did Grandpa mean by this?
Luo Ziling was also surprised; he hadn’t expected Yang Yuanshan to say such a thing.
He understood the meaning behind Yang Yuanshan’s words,
that Yang Yuanshan got the essence of what he was trying to communicate and responded positively.
Yang Yuanshan was extending goodwill, hoping to ease relations between the two families; otherwise, he wouldn’t invite both families to dine together.
Luo Ziling wondered, if the two families actually sat down for a meal together, what would Yang Yunlin think? How would he react?
"Sir Yang, if a dispute arises during the dinner, or even a fight, what should we do?" Luo Ziling joked.
"We’re all adults now, we shouldn’t be so impulsive," Yang Yuanshan chuckled, "If there’s resentment, just drink a couple more glasses!"
"Then I won’t refuse. When I go back, I’ll convey Sir Yang’s kind invitation to my mom and grandpa."
"I will personally invite them when the time comes."
Luo Ziling didn’t stay long at the Yang Family Old House. After exchanging a few more words, he got up to leave. As he left, he left a prescription for Yang Yuanshan, advising him to take the medication as instructed and mentioning that he wouldn’t need acupuncture treatment in the next while.
"I’ll come back in a month to help treat Sir Yang. Right now, Sir Yang’s immune system is quite good, and with his own resistance, he can overcome the illness. The ultimate goal of treatment is to aid the body’s immune functions in defeating disease; treatment is just a means of assistance, while the decisive factor in recovery is the enhancement of one’s own resistance."
"Alright, I’ll follow your instructions!" Yang Yuanshan took the prescription from Luo Ziling and handed it to Yang Qingyin: "Yin’er, help Grandpa prepare the medicine!"
"Okay!" Yang Qingyin readily agreed and took the prescription.
After bidding farewell, Luo Ziling strode out of the courtyard.
But when he reached the courtyard gate, he stopped again.
Turning back to look at Yang Yuanshan, Luo Ziling seriously asked a question he thought would trouble Yang Yuanshan, "Sir Yang, in six days, my parents will be having their wedding. Qingyin and I will be the hosts — the main witnesses. Would Sir Yang be willing to honor us with your presence and have a drink at the wedding?"
Yang Yuanshan paused, showing a slightly complex expression.
But in the end, he did not refuse and gently nodded, "If I have time, I’ll come for the wedding; if I really can’t make it, I’ll have Qingyin bring a generous gift."
"Thank you very much, Sir Yang!" Luo Ziling laughed joyfully.
Yang Qingyin left with Luo Ziling.
On the way out, Yang Qingyin asked Luo Ziling, "Your parents are getting married in six days, why haven’t you prepared anything?"
"I just got back, haven’t I?" Luo Ziling laughed awkwardly, "But I already have a rough plan. By the way, have you thought about how to plan it well?"
"Of course, I’ve thought about it!" Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "You went to Europe and who knows when you’d be back. While you were over there, you probably didn’t have time to think about this. So, I took the time while you weren’t around to come up with a few plans. But since you have some ideas, let’s hear them first!"
Luo Ziling laughed heartily, "I suddenly feel like there’s no need to say my ideas. Your plans must already include my thoughts."
"You first!" Yang Qingyin glared a bit fiercely at Luo Ziling, "If you don’t say it, then I won’t tell you either."
"Alright!" Luo Ziling then roughly outlined his ideas to Yang Qingyin.
Luo Ziling planned to hold a very fresh Chinese-style wedding for Luo Xusheng and Ling Ruonan, rich in tradition yet warm and romantic. To his surprise, Yang Qingyin did not agree with his suggestion.
"I think the form of a Chinese wedding is good, but that’s not important. What’s important is that we stir up the emotions at the scene. I think your first appearance should be as the primary host, and then as both the best man and son. I feel that as long as you bring out the humor you show during lectures, then regardless of the form of the wedding, it will create a sensational effect." Yang Qingyin earnestly told Luo Ziling, "Also, all your words should resonate with people. I believe you can come up with these things without me telling you."
"What do you mean?" Luo Ziling was a bit confused, "Didn’t you say you prepared several plans, why does it all depend on me to perform?"
"You’re so smart, how could you not understand?" Yang Qingyin laughed, "I’ve already planned out the specific way the wedding will be held and discussed it with your mom, it’s set. But the words of the wedding host, I haven’t prepared; you need to handle that. What I can do is coordinate with you because you’re their son. What I prepared doesn’t significantly impact the success of the wedding; your performance does. So what you need to worry about is just what you want to say, leave the rest to me!"
"Oh, I see!" Luo Ziling laughed awkwardly, "Why didn’t my mom tell me about this?"
"You haven’t discussed this at all?" Yang Qingyin was very surprised.
"No, we haven’t!" Luo Ziling shook his head, "I’ll ask my mom later!"
"You haven’t agreed on the guest list either?" Yang Qingyin was even more surprised.
"Shouldn’t that be up to my parents? I’m not getting involved!"
Yang Qingyin glared at Luo Ziling, "You keep saying that you want to arrange a grand wedding for them, but you haven’t prepared anything at all. Are you just talking nonsense?"
"Actually, if we start preparing today, it should be enough, right?" Luo Ziling chuckled, "We can quickly find a wedding planning company. They’re experienced, and they can handle the process. We’ll just liaise with them a few times and rehearse a bit; it should be fine!"
Yang Qingyin again glared at Luo Ziling and said irritatedly, "Cramming at the last minute, do you really think you can handle the wedding well this way?"
"Looks like you already have a comprehensive plan?" Luo Ziling was pleasantly surprised, but then immediately complained, "You had a plan, but didn’t tell me, which made me very anxious!"
"Did you ask me?" Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at him again, "You didn’t ask anything!"
"With Little Yang helping me, I’m really at ease. You’re indeed a good helper!" Luo Ziling said, hugging her tightly and planting a big kiss, ignoring that Xiaoli was standing nearby.
Yang Qingyin’s face reddened instantly, and while struggling fiercely, she reached out and pinched him hard.