Chapter 25: A Letter from Sister Mei

Lu Kuan, whose heart was as hard as iron, had been back in Beiping for more than half a month.

The entanglements of the mortal world are best met with grace; Sister Jiang is too obsessed, insisting on hanging herself from a single tree—how can that do?

This relaxed public relations company boss was naturally free of any burden. The thing he could pick up and not put down most in this life was chopsticks; everything else was floating clouds.

During this period, he had eaten with the enthusiastic and cheerful Xun-ge several times. She was a bit superstitious and asked Lu Kuan to calculate her fortune and give her some pointers, but it was free of charge.

Just consider it compensation for teasing her and Li Yapeng on the day of the wrap-up banquet.

The rest of the time was spent in his senior brother's high-end apartment doing problems and writing scripts. Life is not easy; one has to copy what needs to be copied.

In particular, once *Blind Shaft* started filming, the initial funds would soon bottom out, and the crew would be like a nursing child looking forward to his blood transfusion.

The little Daoist priest was using the method of undetermined coefficients to find the coordinates of a point when the phone rang abruptly.

Looking at the location of the caller ID, Lu Kuan understood.

There was a faint noise on the other end of the phone, followed by Mei Yanfang's still calm voice.

"Lu-sang, it's me, Mei Yanfang."

"Hello, Sister Mei. Are you well?"

"I have an illness, hehe, but thanks to your guidance, Lu-sang." This Hong Kong big sister, who was about to turn thirty-eight, had an unexpectedly good mindset.

Then she said earnestly: "Lu-sang, I've asked my assistant to go to Beiping to pick you up. Please come to my home for a visit so I can thank you in person!"

She must have found his phone number through Jiang Qinqin, who got it from Zhao Wenzhuo, so it wasn't surprising that she knew he had returned to Beiping after wrapping up.

Lu Kuan didn't have any affectation. Where can one not leave a name after doing a good deed? It was time for the battle settlement, and he couldn't be soft-hearted or care about face.

"I'll listen to your arrangements, Sister Mei."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Kuan let out a long sigh. This should be the first major thing he had done since flapping his butterfly wings in this world. Although it carried a bit of utilitarian color, it couldn't be considered a bad thing.

His thick-black theory was for doing things, not for being a person. Good people should have good rewards, and Mei Yanfang deserved it.

Mei Yanfang contacted her private doctor on the night in Wuxi, and then quickly returned to Hong Kong to perform a routine scrape cell screening of the cervical opening at Queen Mary Hospital.

After the initial diagnosis of suspected lesions, she underwent colposcopy and pathological examination, and was finally diagnosed with stage 0 cervical cancer by a joint diagnosis of experts in Hong Kong.

In this era, the Exit-Entry Permit for Traveling to and from Hong Kong and Macao had to be handled in the original place of residence. After tossing and turning for several days, Lu Kuan finally arrived at Mei Yanfang's luxury mansion at 8 Shoushan Village, Heng'an Pavilion, in the Southern District of Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is an inch of land and an inch of gold. Heng'an Pavilion had a total of 12 duplex units. Mei Yanfang spent 20 million Hong Kong dollars to purchase it in 1993, and it was acquired by Sun Hung Kai for 147 million Hong Kong dollars in 2013.

Not to mention the Lu Kuan of this life, even Boss Lu of the previous life could only be considered a country bumpkin here.

"Lu-sang, you're here."

Mei Yanfang's complexion was normal. She was sitting on the terrace on the second floor sunbathing, and stood up to greet Lu Kuan.

She didn't look dejected because she was suffering from cancer, just helpless at the noise of the family around her.

"Mei-tai! I have a guest here! Don't be so noisy!"

Lu Kuan watched coldly from the sidelines with a smile. After Mei Yanfang passed away, this whole family made quite a scene.

Mei Yanfang's mother, Qin Meijin, held a pen and paper in her hand. Seeing Lu Kuan standing there like a telephone pole, she couldn't force it too much, so she took the will and returned to the living room first.

That's right, it was a will...

In the future, after Mei Yanfang was diagnosed with cervical cancer in the hospital for the first time in 2003, she called her mother. The latter's first reaction was to let her cash cow make a will immediately, crying and pleading that she must leave a generous pension for herself.

Saying Mei Yanfang was an enhanced version of Hong Kong's Fan Shengmei is not an exaggeration at all. It's hard to say whether the blow from her family was a factor in Mei Yanfang's death in the future.

Lu Kuan was invited to sit down and drink tea. Mei Yanfang then said with a desolate expression: "I've made you laugh, Lu-sang."

"It's nothing. This is for you, Sister Mei."

Lu Kuan took out a slightly long jade talisman from his pocket, about the length of a middle finger, drawn with nine-fold seal script.

This was made in his old home on Mount Mao when he went back to handle the Hong Kong and Macao permit. It belonged to the basic skills of a Daoist priest.

Whether it was useful or not, it was always okay to give it to Mei Yanfang as a peace talisman to pray for blessings.

Just because of his previous "words become law" and accurate predictions, this jade talisman appeared very precious in Mei Yanfang's eyes.

She took it with both hands, flattered, and held it tightly, feeling its coolness, unable to put it down.

"Lu-sang, thank you!"

Lu Kuan laughed: "It's not worth much. This is a 'Hundred Disasters Dissipation Blessing' drawn with nine-fold seal script. Just consider it praying for blessings and eliminating disasters for you."

Then he said seriously: "Sister Mei's illness is cervical cancer, right?"

Mei Yanfang wasn't particularly surprised this time, probably because she felt that the little Daoist priest could calculate everything.

"Sister Mei, you must not believe the charlatans or Daoist monks in Hong Kong. If you are sick, go to a regular hospital for treatment."

It was discovered early in this life, and I believe it could satisfy her wish to retain her uterus and continue her lineage.

Mei Yanfang laughed: "You shouldn't be selling me some talisman water or divine ash to drink, right? How can a Daoist priest talk about science?"

Lu Kuan played the mystic: "The Heavenly Dao only occasionally reveals a corner for mortals to know. The human path is full of vicissitudes!"

Mei Yanfang was stunned by his casual remark. "The human path is full of vicissitudes"—how well said.

"I started singing for a living when I was four and a half, under the coercion of Mei-tai."

She didn't shy away from the tense relationship between herself and her mother. Mei-tai was the address for Qin Meijin.

"I've walked through wind and rain for more than thirty years. Suffering from a terminal illness, I realized that there wasn't a single person around me I could rely on."

Mei Yanfang had always presented herself as strong. Even after being diagnosed with cervical cancer, she didn't shed tears. Now, facing Lu Kuan, who seemed to know everything, she quietly let down her defenses.

She closed her eyes in pain, and two lines of clear tears slid down her thin cheeks.

She went on stage at a young age, and after growing up, she was treated as a cash cow by her family. Her mother and two older brothers took turns sucking her blood, and her most beloved older sister passed away...

Until the last relationship with Zhao Wenzhuo ended without a result, she spent her whole life seeking love but couldn't find it.

She amazed an era, but left with regrets.

The world kissed me with pain, and I repaid it with songs.

Lu Kuan also sighed with emotion.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, inability to obtain, inability to let go—these eight sufferings of life, Mei Yanfang had tasted them all.

"Sister Mei, try to imagine what it would be like if you had only discovered cervical cancer a few years later."

"Then I would probably choose not to be treated. I have no other wish in this life, I just want to have my own child."

Lu Kuan laughed: "As long as you are actively treated, you can still star in Director Zhang's new movie, and you can still hold a concert in the mainland on the 25th anniversary of your debut. Everything is still in time."

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