TFSRITA Chapter 151

She no longer frequently did things that hurt herself just to provoke him.

He began accompanying Yan Qing to her classes. While she attended lessons, he would sit in the car and quietly sketch, waiting for her.

When she came out, they would exchange a smile and head home together.

Occasionally, Chu Zhao started focusing on his pursuits.

Chu Yang encouraged him to showcase his artwork. With the Chu family’s considerable wealth, they organized an art exhibition for him.

The exhibition was an instant success, propelling Chu Zhao to fame. The vitality expressed in his paintings captivated fellow artists, who eagerly sought to purchase his work.

By the time Yan Qing was in her sophomore year, Chu Zhao had come to terms with his physical limitations and achieved a more stable mental state.

When Yan Qing was a senior, Chu Zhao personally attended his exhibition, where one of his paintings sold for a million yuan—an exceptional price for a living artist’s work.

Most artists’ creations gain true recognition only after their death, as their finite body of work becomes even more precious.

However, Chu Zhao’s art stood out even while he was alive. Although his paintings didn’t command astronomical prices, their quality and demand were undeniable.

He was prolific, completing nearly one piece every week, yet the high standard of his work never wavered. Years of solitude had driven him to pour his emotions into his art, resulting in unparalleled refinement.

Perhaps this was a prime example of fortune and misfortune being intertwined.

Yan Qing, who studied medicine, wasn’t financially constrained. She continued her studies until she qualified to teach at her university. Afterward, she apprenticed under a senior traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, assisting him while furthering her expertise.

Under his mentorship, she began treating her patients alongside her studies.

After Yan Qing graduated, Zhou Huaiya tentatively broached the subject of marriage. Once Yan Qing agreed, the wedding with Chu Zhao was swiftly arranged.

On her wedding day, the entire Chu family was in tears—except for Chu Zhao, whose face was filled with pure joy.

Even Chu Yang, just thirty minutes before the ceremony, barged into the bride’s room to issue a stern warning:
“If you dare mistreat my brother, you’ll regret it!”

Yan Qing was speechless.

Wasn’t he the one who looked like the bride being married off?

Feeling awkward yet amused, she suppressed her urge to retort and instead sincerely reassured Chu Yang and the entire Chu family:
“I promised—through thick and thin, I won’t abandon him.”

Zhou Huaiya and Chu Heng beamed through their tears, comforted by her words.

At the ceremony, the groom wore a pristine white suit. Despite the empty pant legs below his knees and the wheelchair he sat in, Chu Zhao looked stunning. His handsome and refined features, enhanced by some light grooming, far outshone even the most polished celebrities.

Someone recorded their wedding and uploaded it online, where it quickly went viral under the title: “The Most Handsome Groom”

By then, Chu Zhao was over thirty years old. He had been injured at sixteen, met Yan Qing at twenty-six, and spent one year in high school and four years of college with her. Now, he was thirty-one.

Strangely enough, his cheerful mindset and recovery had preserved his youthful appearance. He looked more like a man in his twenties, while Chu Yang—standing next to him—seemed the older of the two.

At the wedding, Yan Qing had no family present, so Chu Yang stepped in to fulfill that role.

After the wedding, life settled into a peaceful routine. The viral wedding footage was quietly removed from public view by the Chu family.

Yan Qing continued her studies with the elderly practitioner while diagnosing and treating patients. Chu Zhao kept painting, gradually opening up to strangers. He held an annual exhibition, consistently selling many pieces. One of his most valuable paintings fetched nearly two million yuan, ensuring a comfortable life without financial worry.

At twenty-six, Yan Qing gave birth to a boy.

Meanwhile, Chu Yang also found love. Initially skeptical of romance, he had planned to marry for convenience. However, after seeing his brother’s marriage thrive under Yan Qing’s care and their parents’ renewed happiness, his defenses softened.

When he met a girl he genuinely liked, Chu Yang pursued her wholeheartedly. Within a year, they were married, and two years later, they welcomed a child—outpacing Chu Zhao and Yan Qing in building a family.

His parents, Chu Heng and Zhou Huaiya, couldn’t have been happier, their faces now adorned with more laugh lines.

The Chu family flourished. Even without new mining ventures, they successfully transitioned into other industries, growing their business empire further.

In their later years, Chu Heng and Zhou Huaiya traveled the world. As they grew older, they returned to live near Chu Zhao, cherishing time with their grandchildren.

Life came full circle.

At the end of her journey, Yan Qing lay on her bed, surrounded by her aging husband, their children, and grandchildren. Content, she closed her eyes one final time.

Her body, weakened from her childhood struggles, didn’t allow her to live as long as she might have wished. She passed away before Chu Zhao, who was ten years her senior.

Not long after, Chu Zhao followed her. His frail body couldn’t endure without her by his side.

[Mission complete. Would the host like to proceed to the next task or take a break?]

Yan Qing, with her eyes closed, felt a pang of fear. As she left the task world, memories from both worlds flooded back, overwhelming her. She clutched her head in pain.

The intertwining of memories and emotions from two worlds left her shaken. Fast-travel missions were no easy feat—after only two, she was already struggling under the weight of it all.

But staying here would only prolong her suffering. Yan Qing bit her lip and softly replied:

[Proceed to the next task.]

[Initiating task. Erasing memories…]

The mechanical voice echoed, and Yan Qing lost consciousness.

When she awoke, it was amidst loud crying and chaos. The commotion was coming from a person in front of her, clutching her hand and wailing:
“Oh, my poor son!”