Chapter Seven: I Am a Beggar

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Clothes were only bought once a year, and when shoes wore out, they were patched up. That was how they lived on the mountain for three years. You might say he suffered, but he didn't feel that way. Learning from his master was the greatest honor. The only problem was that his master was extremely stingy, which caused everyone to treat him like a beggar. He swore that once he returned to the mountain, he would address this matter properly.

“Uncle, you’re joking. Xiao Wan and I have been betrothed since childhood. As for why she looks unfamiliar, it’s because I’ve spent most of my time on the mountain and rarely come down.”

“On the mountain?” Hai Yan frowned, unable to recall any marriage contract between her daughter and a hermit or sage. Then... she remembered an old man.

“Xiao Wan! Tell us the truth! Didn’t you reject this marriage? Why did you agree?” Hai Yan pushed Jiang Wan aside and pointed at Li Mu, her voice full of anger.

Jiang Wan scratched her head awkwardly. Well, she couldn’t exactly say that she and Li Mu were already intimate. If she admitted that, she probably wouldn’t be allowed home, and her legs might be broken.

“Mom, please don’t ask...” she pleaded.

“Not ask?” Hai Yan took a deep breath. “Child, my child, do you want to anger your own mother to death?”

“Then tell me, what do his parents do?”

Jiang Wan looked at Li Mu hesitantly. Seeing his calm demeanor made her even angrier. After all, he was her fiancé, yet she was the only one being scolded by her parents.

“Speak up!” Hai Yan shouted angrily when she saw Jiang Wan’s expression change.

“They... they collect scrap... I think,” Jiang Wan stammered.

“Collect scrap?” Upon hearing this, Hai Yan lost her breath and fainted on the spot.

Everyone rushed forward, except Jiang Yusheng and Li Mu who remained behind, their lips curling into faint smiles, eyes filled with amusement. Li Mu had always been looked down upon, but now, with Jiang Qing’s daughter paired with a so-called “waste,” the position of CEO was surely his!

Before Jiang Wan introduced her fiancé, Hai Yan had boasted everywhere that her son-in-law would be a wealthy hermit, worth billions. But in the end... it turned out to be a worthless scavenger. Heaven truly had opened its eyes!

Standing amidst the crowd, Hai Wen almost laughed aloud.

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If it weren’t for maintaining appearances, she would have already pointed at Hai Yan and started mocking her.

On the other side, Jiang Qing remained calm, quietly observing everything without a word. He believed Li Mu was no ordinary man. His back was straight, his hands calloused—clearly a skilled practitioner.

As for Hai Yan, she lay on a chaise lounge, her face pale, her head throbbing dizzily. Shame? Anger had taken over completely.

“Get out of here!” Hai Yan pointed at Li Mu. “You’re a beggar—how dare you marry my daughter! This engagement is null and void! The Jiang family does not welcome you! Get out!”

“From today on, your engagement is no longer recognized by the Jiang family! We don’t acknowledge a worthless person like you!”

Saying this, Hai Yan stood up and lunged at Li Mu, frantically grabbing his clothes and pushing him toward the door.

“Sister~” Hai Wen reached out and held Hai Yan’s arm, trying to soothe her. “Don’t be so agitated. Your health isn’t good as it is. What if you get sick from anger? Let’s talk slowly.”

“Talk slowly?” Hai Yan exploded like a powder keg. “How can I talk slowly? How could my daughter be engaged to such a waste?”

“You filthy beggar, get out immediately! The Jiang family doesn’t welcome you!”

Hai Yan was about to continue pulling Li Mu’s clothes when his face darkened. But thinking this was his future mother-in-law, he held back and did not retaliate.

“Enough!” Jiang Qing couldn’t stand it anymore. “Isn’t this chaotic enough? Father is still in the emergency room; can’t you keep calm?”

“Keep calm?” Hai Yan sneered at Jiang Qing. “Is Jiang Wan not my only daughter? You don’t care? Or do you want to ruin her future? Or don’t you want to be a father?”

Just as Hai Yan’s voice grew louder, the emergency room alarm suddenly sounded.

Everyone instantly became alert and hurried toward the emergency room.

Yes, that was the alert for the Jiang family patriarch’s heart monitor.

The ringing signified that the old man’s life was in critical danger.

Jiang Wan was about to follow but stopped when she remembered Li Mu was still behind. She turned and looked at him.

“You should go back now. If you stay here, I’m afraid my parents will start fighting again.”

Li Mu shook his head. “I can’t leave.”

“Why not?”

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“Because... I know about your grandfather’s illness. Before I left the mountain, my master told me I must come down and check on the old man at the Jiang family.”

“Then... fine... you can come with me.”

Jiang Wan took Li Mu’s hand and ran toward the emergency room.

She wasn’t an ungrateful or reckless person. She wouldn’t cancel the engagement just because of her parents, especially since they were already physically involved, and Li Mu promised to take care of her.

Most importantly... Jiang Wan liked the feeling she had with Li Mu—comfortable and wonderful.

Inside the emergency room, the atmosphere was extremely plain. A window allowed a view of the room.

On the bed lay a white-haired old man, eyes tightly closed, deep dark circles beneath them, lips pale from dehydration.

The machines attached to him beeped softly, indicating his weak heartbeat.

They warned everyone around.

Li Mu narrowed his eyes slightly. With just one glance, he could tell the old man’s condition.

It was a neurotoxin, extremely difficult to detect. Even seasoned traditional Chinese medicine doctors might miss it, not to mention these cold machines.

However... this toxin was no challenge for Li Mu.

His master had him concoct over nine thousand varieties of poisons to temper his body.

These toxins covered almost the entire world, making Li Mu nearly immune.

Combined with his extraordinary medical skills, countering these toxins was child’s play.

But to the world, this disease was equivalent to a terminal illness—incurable, a death sentence.

“Where is Doctor Li? Why hasn’t he come yet? If he doesn’t come soon, the old man will be in serious trouble!” Jiang Yusheng anxiously said. Though he hated his brother, he truly cared for his father.

Everyone’s faces showed concern. If Doctor Li hadn’t arrived, the old man might be doomed...

“No, I’ll call him again,” Jiang Qing said, pulling out his phone, preparing to swallow his pride and beg.

Before he could dial, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Turning around, they saw the young master of the Qin family, Qin Luo, arriving.