Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me-Chapter 60 - 59 Your Dad is Praying for You
Chapter 60: Chapter 59: Your Dad is Praying for You
Chapter 60 -59: Your Dad is Praying for You
Indeed, the visitor was the old grandfather who had given chicks to Mianmian and Gu Youyou.
After scolding his son, the old grandfather walked up to Mianmian with a smile, “Little girl, you’ve come to town again. I went to see the doctor, and the doctor said I mustn’t move around and need to rest properly for two days. That’s why I couldn’t go to the village to find you yet.”
“There’s no need to look for Mianmian.” Mianmian examined the old man and noticed the Dark Qi on his face again. She sighed, “You need to recuperate from your illness properly, and your family must do good deeds as well.”
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Seeing his father speaking so politely to this three-year-old child, Yang Daji’s previously arrogant demeanor had completely vanished; he approached with a smile and pressed his face close to Grandpa Yang, “Dad, what do you mean by saying they saved your life?”
Grandpa Yang slapped his son across the face, “You unfilial son, you never listen to your father. What’s the point in asking such questions?”
Yang Daji quickly apologized, “I do listen, I’m obedient, Dad, please calm down. Just tell me, what exactly happened?”
Grandpa Yang remained stern-faced.
He had fainted before and told everyone he knew not to tell his son because he was angry with his son for always doing bad things and wanted to cut ties with him.
Who would’ve thought that their little benefactor would come to sell watermelons today and his son would come along and try to drive away their little benefactor? How could that be right? Immediately wearing a stern expression, he explained everything to Yang Daji.
“…That’s what happened. The doctor said that when I fainted, it was lucky I took the medicine in time; otherwise, had I been taken to the hospital, I would have needed to be admitted. Now the check-up shows that my condition isn’t too bad, but I still need to rest peacefully. The doctor even asked me where I got the medicine from, you know, usually with this kind of disease if you faint suddenly, that can be the end.”
Yang Daji’s face turned white after hearing this.
How could it be a heart condition? Related to the heart, doesn’t that mean life could be at risk very easily?
“Oh dear, I’m an unfilial son; you were ill and I had no idea. Come, please, please take a seat and rest.”
Yang Daji gestured to his underlings, and immediately one brought a chair for Grandpa Yang to sit down. Grandpa Yang did indeed feel tired standing and sat down.
“So, you see, you cannot drive away an old man’s lifesaver, cough cough cough.”
“Yes, yes, here, have some water.” After Grandpa Yang finished speaking, Yang Daji took out a thermos cup from his pocket and handed it over.
After passing the cup, he knelt down with a thump and kowtowed soundingly to Mianmian, “Thank you. I thank you for saving my dad. I was wrong earlier; I shouldn’t have threatened you and interfered with your business.”
Mianmian lifted her little chin, “Alright, Mianmian forgives you. Mianmian is a little auntie, adults are magnanimous.”
“Yes, Little Auntie, how about this? I’ll buy your watermelons at a price of 2 yuan per jin. That way, you don’t have to stand in the sun here, and then you two can come with me to the restaurant for a simple meal, let me treat you properly. What do you think?” Yang Daji was genuinely remorseful and continued speaking while kneeling on the ground.
The people around pointed and murmured, but he didn’t think there was anything wrong with behaving this way; his chubby face still wore a smile.
Mianmian shook her head, “That won’t do, Mianmian needs to sell the watermelons to the residents here. You need to tell them that you won’t keep them from having fruits anymore, and you must apologize.”
Yang Daji nodded and used a megaphone to relay what Mianmian had said and also apologized to everyone.
The townspeople had never seen Yang Daji behave like this, nor had they ever heard him apologize; there was a lot of discussion.
“Yang Daji, putting everything else aside, your filial piety does count for something good.”
“That’s right, Old Yang has a good son oh, unlike my old lady here; the kids I raised have flown off to the Big City and never come back, alas.”
“So, we can still buy the watermelons, right? They’re fresh and good, perfect for quenching thirst in the heat.”
Hearing that the people around weren’t complaining about him anymore, Yang Daji grew contemplative.
He was reminded of what his dad had said earlier; his dad didn’t even know there was something wrong with his health. It was only after fainting and waking up from taking the medicine Little Auntie gave him that he considered going to the Hospital for a check-up, which led to the discovery.
A disease that no one knew about, and a child handing out medicine after a brief encounter—that child must have some abilities!
Yang Daji kowtowed to Mianmian again and earnestly asked her, “Little Auntie, what you said before my dad arrived, about my dad suffering because of my wrongdoings, what does that mean? Can you talk more about it?”
Mianmian carefully examined Yang Daji’s face, then looked back at the elderly grandfather and said in a milky voice, “I need to ask first, so you’ll have to wait a bit.”
She sought a staff member and asked if she could tell fortunes.
The staff member had already contacted Director Hu through the headset, and after getting a response, approached Mianmian: “Little Auntie, you can tell fortunes.”
If fortune-telling was to be done, then it had to follow the previously divined rules, which included receiving payment!
As soon as Mianmian mentioned payment, Yang Daji quickly pulled out 888 yuan in cash and handed it to Mianmian.
Mianmian passed the money to her seventh grandchild for safekeeping, then asked Yang Daji to wait a moment, “Even though you’ve paid, everyone here was originally lining up to buy watermelons. You’ll have to queue up too. Mianmian will only be able to tell your fortune after she’s sold the watermelons.”
Mianmian spoke with utter seriousness but thought to herself: The chubby little bad guy who bullies the elderly deserves a lesson.
Although Yang Daji really didn’t like waiting in line, considering his own dad, he obediently took the megaphone and actively asked those who were previously in line to come back.
Everyone lined up again, purchased a big watermelon from Mianmian, and even after the purchase, didn’t leave but stayed to enjoy the commotion.
Yang Daji was now squatting in front of Mianmian, waiting for her to tell his fortune.
Mianmian had already observed and at this moment only needed to speak.
“You seem to have good financial fortune, but the wealth you’ve acquired isn’t from doing good, and you’re quite stingy, aren’t you?”
“Both your children and parents palaces have issues: you lost your mother at a young age and will lose your father in your middle age, and your chances of having children are slim.”
“All this is due to your business dealings. Last year when you were buying fruits, you drove the prices down, which angered an old granny. She became ill and passed away that night, and before she died, she cursed you. Haven’t you been having nightmares? That’s the granny coming for you.”
“Although you didn’t intend to harm the old lady, it’s still related to you, so the accumulated Dark Qi will gather around you. You have wealth but not good health, which is why you’re constantly plagued with minor ailments.”
Yang Daji broke into a cold sweat.
From sentence to sentence, the little girl before him might not have made logical sense, but the content was convincing enough for him to believe in her abilities.
Yes, he was stingy, and that’s why he always personally handled the acquisitions. He never entrusted the task to anyone else, not even his wife. He was the one who suppressed the prices, and when the old granny begged him with tears, saying her husband had nearly worked himself to death over those oranges, hoping for a higher price to fix his grave, he remained hard-hearted and only offered a low price. A few days later, he heard that the granny had passed away from anger, and at night, he even dreamt of standing on the elders’ grave.
This nightmare, too embarrassing to share, he had told no one.
While Yang Daji was pondering this matter, Mianmian added, “Your dad is sick because every day he prays for you, willing to share your bad luck.”
These words struck Yang Daji like a thunderbolt.
He looked at his own father in shock, disbelief written all over his face.
The father who cursed every argument, saying he cared only for money, not life, wishing him an early death, was actually praying for him every day in secret? Even willing to take on his misfortunes?
