"Cure my leg?"
Hearing this, Tang Zhengwei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Xiao Ning, there is no need to go to such trouble. Dad's leg has been like this for many years; it cannot be cured."
Sun Qiuqiong, who was standing to the side, asked curiously, "Xiao Ning, are you a doctor? Do you know medicine?"
Qin Ning smiled faintly and nodded slightly. "I know a little."
"Dad, just let my brother take a look. He can definitely cure it," Qin Fei said, looking at Tang Zhengwei.
She naturally understood that as long as Qin Ning took action, there was no incurable disease he could not resolve.
"This..."
Tang Zhengwei hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded. "Alright."
Although he did not really believe Qin Ning could cure his leg—after all, it had been crippled for so many years—he could not bring himself to refuse since Qin Fei had asked.
Soon, he sat back in his seat and rolled up his pant leg.
Qin Ning did not waste words. He walked straight over, reached out his right hand, and casually pressed down on it a couple of times.
"Done," he said with a smile just a few seconds later.
"Done?"
Hearing this, both Tang Zhengwei and Sun Qiuqiong were taken aback.
"Dad, try walking a few steps," Qin Fei said.
"Uh..."
Tang Zhengwei was a bit speechless, but soon he miraculously discovered that his leg really did feel somewhat different.
After moving it a few times while seated, a look of astonishment immediately appeared on his face. "My leg..."
Before he could even finish speaking, Tang Zhengwei stood straight up and took a few steps in front of everyone.
"How is this possible?"
Sun Qiuqiong was shocked. Her face was filled with disbelief, and her eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost.
Tang Zhengwei's leg had been crippled for twenty long years. Back then, it was critically injured during a struggle with a thug and was deemed completely incurable.
Over the years, they had sought help from numerous authoritative medical institutions in the country, but absolutely nothing could be done.
Now, Qin Ning had merely pressed on it casually a couple of times, and Tang Zhengwei's leg was miraculously healed?
Even though they were seeing it with their own eyes, it was hard for the couple to imagine that such a thing could be real.
Because this completely exceeded their understanding of common sense!
"Xiao Ning, you, you..."
After the initial shock, Tang Zhengwei's face filled with excitement. He looked at Qin Ning, seeming to have many questions he wanted to ask.
"Dad, I will slowly explain these things to you later when we have time," Qin Ning said with a smile.
"Good, good."
Tang Zhengwei nodded seriously, also realizing that Qin Ning was no ordinary person.
He understood that this newly acknowledged godson of his definitely possessed some astonishing methods.
And as for certain things, for ordinary farmers like them, the less they knew, the better.
Soon, after the group had a meal in the courtyard, Old Dean Shen took them for a stroll around the area.
After this period of construction, the orphanage had now perfected all of its facilities.
There were teaching buildings for elementary, middle, and even high school. A scholarship was also established under the names of Qin Fei and Qin Ning; any student in the orphanage with outstanding grades would receive a certain amount of monetary reward each year, and they would even be assigned jobs after graduation.
Today's Feiya Group was involved in many, many industries, so there was naturally a massive shortage of staff. Arranging jobs for the children who grew up in the orphanage was naturally no trouble at all.
Aside from these, there was also a complete set of supporting facilities, including a hospital, and all expenses were completely free.
When they learned that all these things in the orphanage were actually donated by Qin Ning and Qin Fei, Tang Zhengwei and Sun Qiuqiong were instantly stunned.
They had thought that their daughter and this godson must be living fairly well now, but they never expected that it was far more than just fairly well—it completely exceeded their imagination!
After viewing the orphanage, Qin Ning took Tang Zhengwei and Sun Qiuqiong to the villa.
The couple was shocked once again.
Coming from a farming background, when had they ever seen such a grand house?
"Uncle, Auntie, we cooked all these dishes ourselves. They taste pretty good. Young Master Qin and Xiao Fei both really like them, so please try some too."
In the afternoon, Wang Er, Xia Fei, and the others also arrived at the villa, bringing over the meals they had finished cooking.
They had also learned that Qin Fei found her biological parents. Knowing this definitely called for a celebration, they had specially prepared extra good dishes and fine wine.
"You are too polite, so many dishes..."
Tang Zhengwei and Sun Qiuqiong were a bit overwhelmed by the favor.
Although they came from humble beginnings, they were not fools. They could naturally tell that Wang Er and these people definitely had extraordinary backgrounds.
Sure enough, after Qin Fei introduced them one by one to the couple, Tang Zhengwei and Sun Qiuqiong were shocked beyond measure.
To think that this group of young people were actually all top-tier wealthy heirs in the country?
Good heavens.
Just what kind of existence were their daughter and godson now?
Everyone chatted as they ate, and Wang Er and the others took turns toasting Tang Zhengwei.
Previously, due to his leg problem, drinking alcohol would cause him excruciating pain, so Tang Zhengwei had long since quit drinking.
But now, he obviously no longer had these concerns.
This round of drinks was the happiest he had experienced in twenty years.
Not just because he had found his daughter and acknowledged a godson, but mostly because he saw his daughter living so well.
For twenty years, they had always worried about Qin Fei in their hearts, fearing that this child was no longer in this world, or perhaps had fallen into the hands of human traffickers.
All sorts of messy thoughts had prevented them from getting a good night's sleep all these years.
Now, all their worries had vanished in an instant, and the couple was so happy they could not help but shed tears.
Halfway through the meal, the sky turned dark. Right then, outside the door, Zhou De and his wife Lin Lan also arrived.
They had already learned about this matter last night, and after finishing their work today, they came here at the very first opportunity.
Upon learning that Lin Lan had provided a lot of help to Qin Fei and Qin Ning many years ago, Tang Zhengwei and Sun Qiuqiong were extremely grateful.
And when Qin Fei introduced Zhou De, and they realized that he was actually the top official of Liu City, the Tang couple was shocked yet again.
Because they could see from Zhou De's attitude towards Qin Fei and Qin Ning that this top official held the siblings in high respect.
"Young Master Qin, Elder Zeng is also on his way. He should have gotten off the plane by now," Zhou De said suddenly after sharing a couple of drinks with Tang Zhengwei.
Hearing this, Qin Ning was slightly taken aback. "Why is Elder Zeng coming too? Does he have some work instructions?"
"Not exactly. He just heard that Xiao Fei found her biological parents, so he wanted to come over and pay a visit," Zhou De said.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"