The Young Urban Doctor

Chapter 560: Chapter 560 Warmth
 

(Chapter Eight)

Ling Ruonan finally came over and scared Yang Qingye away.

“What did he talk to you about?” Ling Ruonan asked Luo Ziling, looking thoughtfully at Yang Qingye’s retreating figure, “Is it related to Yang Qingyin?”

“No,” Luo Ziling shook his head, not telling Ling Ruonan about what Yang Qingye had asked him for, “It’s about medical stuff.”

“Alright,” Ling Ruonan didn’t probe any further, looping her arm through Luo Ziling’s, and they continued walking.

Near Wangfu Jing, there were many high-end businesses. Ling Ruonan only browsed the most upscale brand stores, not even glancing at the ordinary ones.

Without exception, the salespeople in the stores treated Ling Ruonan as Luo Ziling’s girlfriend, or thought of Luo Ziling as a pretty boy kept by the wealthy woman, Ling Ruonan. No one considered them mother and son.

This made Ling Ruonan very happy, and she didn’t bother to correct their assumptions, letting the salespeople think whatever they wanted.

Seeing Ling Ruonan like this, Wuyue, who followed in secret, was very surprised. She couldn’t believe that Ling Ruonan actually had such a girlish heart.

Wuyue had followed Ling Ruonan for many years but had never seen her present herself in such a way. Today’s Ling Ruonan’s behavior was completely unexpected. Today, there was no trace of the shrewd and cold strongwoman. She had abandoned her usual image, truly resembling a naive girl, joyfully displaying her youth and beauty.

The usual Ling Ruonan seldom smiled, but today Wuyue saw Ling Ruonan smiling most of the time, and she seemed very happy. Wuyue believed that today was the happiest day Ling Ruonan had in twenty years. The amount of time she spent smiling today might even surpass the total of the last two decades. “A son is the dearest indeed. The Miss is only happy with her son’s company,” Wuyue felt happy for Ling Ruonan’s joy, but there was a hint of sourness in her heart.

Wuyue had originally thought she was the person Ling Ruonan trusted and was closest to, holding a significant place in her heart. But after Luo Ziling appeared, her status rapidly declined, incomparable to Luo Ziling’s. The feeling of loss made her heart ache.

Of course, Ling Ruonan wouldn’t care about the feelings of Wuyue, who was following behind. She didn’t even notice whether Wuyue was trailing her or not.

Today, she didn’t buy anything for herself. She spent a lot of money, all for Luo Ziling.

Soon, Luo Ziling’s hands were full of items, and Ling Ruonan’s bank card had nearly a million yuan less in it.

But Ling Ruonan didn’t care at all. As long as Luo Ziling was happy and satisfied, that was enough for her.

Ling Ruonan showed no signs of fatigue, accompanying Luo Ziling into one men’s clothing or men’s products store after another. She didn’t even look at stores for women’s clothing or accessories. In the end, it was Luo Ziling who pulled Ling Ruonan into a famous store for women’s goods.

Seeing Luo Ziling pulling her into a Chanel boutique, Ling Ruonan asked, puzzled, “Are you thinking of buying something for Yang Qingyin?”

“No,” Luo Ziling shook his head, smiling at Ling Ruonan, “You’ve bought me so many things, most of what I wear and use now are thanks to you. I can’t be so selfish. I need to buy you something too. Just tell me what you like.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a bank card, showing it to Ling Ruonan, “This is the bank card grandpa gave me when I came to Yanjing for school. I was shocked to find it had over a million yuan in it. Also, my collaboration with Ouyang Feifei has been officially signed, and soon there will be a steady stream of money coming in. So, as a son, I should honor you, and you can’t be too courteous with me.”

Each of Ling Ruonan’s eyes crinkled with her smile upon hearing this, and she didn’t refuse, “Well then, today I’ll accept your filial piety.”

Without any hesitation, she chose several types of perfume, and under Luo Ziling’s insistence, she bought a purse worth nearly twenty thousand yuan.

“For the first time in twenty years, I’m receiving a gift from a man,” Ling Ruonan said proudly as they walked out of the Chanel boutique, holding the item Luo Ziling had bought for her. “From now on, I will use this bag every day.”

“Then am I not very honored?” Looking at Ling Ruonan’s joy, which seemed at odds with her age, Luo Ziling was overjoyed, “Once I start making money, I’ll buy you all the things you use regularly, how does that sound?”

“I’ll wait for that day,” Ling Ruonan agreed readily.

The two shopped all afternoon and didn’t finish their shopping until the evening. Ling Ruonan had Luo Ziling hand over the items they bought to Wuyue, who was following behind, to have someone put them in the car. They continued shopping lightly.

Initially, Ling Ruonan had planned to go home to cook after shopping, but feeling a bit tired, she decided to dine out instead.

They found a well-known restaurant near Wangfu Jing and had a rich dinner there.

After dinner, Ling Ruonan, still in high spirits, continued shopping with Luo Ziling.

She rarely had the chance to go shopping, and this was their first outing together, so she cherished this harmonious time with her son. After nightfall, Ling Ruonan became less reserved and continued walking arm in arm with Luo Ziling intimately.

Twenty years ago, she would often force another man to stroll with her like this.

Back then, she would loop her arm through his and lean her body on his shoulder, wandering aimlessly.

She hadn’t felt this way for nearly twenty years.

Although the man beside her now was her son, not that other man, Ling Ruonan still felt very content and hoped they could walk a little longer.

Luo Ziling resembled that man quite a bit, especially the eyes when he smiled.

Seeing Luo Ziling’s face reminded her of her youthful days, and she would even imagine Luo Ziling as that man.

“Ling’er, your eyes are very similar to your father’s, and your nose and mouth are quite like mine,” Ling Ruonan unconsciously started talking about that man, “Your father had the most beautiful eyes. One could say you’ve inherited all the best features from both of us.”

“No wonder girls like me so much, turns out I’ve inherited all your best traits,” Luo Ziling couldn’t help joking, “You made me too good-looking; it’s a lot of pressure to live up to!”

“My son Ling Ruonan should be outstanding in every way,” Ling Ruonan said with a face full of pride: “Your grandfather raised you to be excellent, and you’re so good-looking. If girls didn’t like you, how could it be possible? Unless they were blind.”

“You’re making me very happy!”

The mother and son walked forward, arm in arm like a couple of lovers, talking fondly about the past.

Ling Ruonan was moved by nostalgia, and Luo Ziling was deeply interested, so he listened intently.

Both mother and son were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t pay much attention to their surroundings until a sense of danger appeared.

A monumental sense of crisis suddenly arose, and Luo Ziling immediately slowed down his pace.