The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Fu Family_1

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Greg Jensen reached out his hand and started to inassage Louisa Burley’s leg.

Only after he touched her did he realize that Louisa Burley was even thinner than she looked; her delicate thigh could just be encircled by his two large hands.

She was also wearing a pair of jeans today, the fabric very thin, soft in his grasp, and very tactile.

Moreover, as the two were almost pressed together, the faint fragrance emanating from Louisa Burley enveloped his breath, making Greg Jensen feel restless inside, as though his heart was filled with an effervescent eagerness.

Louisa Burley, feeling the warmth and roughness on her leg, couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation herself; her breathing became heavier.

“Brother Greg, I think I’m okay now.”

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“Hm?”

Louisa Burley’s voice was as tiny as a mosquito’s, and Greg Jensen hadn’t quite heard her. When he looked up and saw her face, blushing like a blooming flower, he instantly realized and abruptly released his hand in a panic.

He felt as if he’d gone deaf, the chattering of other people, the noise of machinery—all sounds completely vanished.

Only the sound of his own heartbeat, like a drumbeat, thundered through the sky.

“Brother Greg, let’s go.”

“Hm.”

Greg Jensen stood up somewhat awkwardly, discreetly adjusted his pants, and walked forward with a trace of embarrassment.

The next second, a tentative small hand reached out and lay in Greg Jensen’s large one.

Greg Jensen’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively held on tight, but then felt it was somewhat improper, yet he also couldn’t bring himself to let go.

He turned his head in a daze, only to see the girl beside him wearing a bright smile, beautiful as the evening glow.

For a moment, he was utterly mesmerized.

Louisa Burley was sneakily observing Greg Jensen, and when she saw him turn towards her, her heart felt as if it harbored a frisky deer, thumping wildly.

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Flustered, she turned her head away, her cheeks burning as if on fire.

“You… you shouldn’t stare at someone like that.”

“Oh, okay.”

Greg Jensen chuckled and, holding her hand, walked outside.

The two shared an unspoken silence until they were outside the bounds of the roller coaster and then simultaneously released their hands.

Sometime, unbeknownst to them, a drizzle had begun. Greg Jensen opened an umbrella over Louisa Burley’s head.

The two, who had just parted, were once again close together.

The fragrance like orchids and musk drifted by once more; Greg Jensen took a deep breath and couldn’t help but let a smile grace his lips.

“Sis, we are over here!”

Louisa Burley looked up and saw Spencer Burley and the other two standing in the nearby pavilion, waving at them.

She glanced up at Greg Jensen and said softly, “Brother Greg, shall we go over?”

“Hm.”

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The two approached the pavilion, and Spencer Burley and the others crowded around, eagerly asking about their roller coaster experience.

Greg Jensen chatted with them cheerfully, and naturally did not skimp on boasting about himself, although both Spencer Burley and Adrian Wright thought it was well deserved.

Louisa Burley sat by the side, chatting quietly with Tracy Miles, but her gaze remained on Greg Jensen.

In those watery eyes of hers, ripples undulated, along with a touch of joy.

After a while in the pavilion, when the rain stopped, they drove back to the Burley family villa.

In the villa, Annie Stuart was sitting on the couch chatting with Judith Hall, and upon seeing her daughter return safe and sound, the worry on her face immediately vanished.

She smiled and asked, “Did you have fun?”

Louisa Burley showed a serene smile and nodded, “It was fun, Brother Greg even accompanied me on the roller coaster.”

Seeing the smile on her daughter’s face, Annie Stuart was also very pleased and said to Greg Jensen with a smile, “Mr. Jensen, Louisa has put you to trouble.”

Greg Jensen chuckled, “Auntie, you’re too polite. We’re all friends; it’s normal for us to hang out together.”

Annie Stuart glanced at her daughter and smiled, “You can’t say that. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t dare let Amande go out.”

“Yeah, thanks to Brother Greg, my sister finally has hope for her illness,” Spencer Burley said with a smile.

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Annie Stuart, seeing her son act as if nothing was wrong, suddenly couldn’t contain her anger and said sternly,

“You still have the nerve to laugh? Hurry up and offer your seat to Tracy! You have no awareness at all.”

“Mom, I…”

Spencer Burley’s face immediately turned sour. He looked at Tracy dejectedly and forced a smile, “Tracy, sorry about that. Please take a seat. What would you like to drink? I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, just water will be fine,” Jaden Ford said with a smile, sitting on the sofa beside them.

Greg Jensen and Adrian Wright stifled their laughter and sat on the other side.

After chatting with the two elders for a while, they then stood up to say their goodbyes.

Annie Stuart personally escorted Greg Jensen to the front door and warmly invited him to come over whenever he had time.

Greg Jensen smiled and agreed, casting a glance at Louisa Burley, who was left behind the group, and they exchanged smiles.

Spencer Burley had intended to leave with them but was forced by his mother to take Jaden Ford home.

Greg Jensen was helpless and could only pat his shoulder with a smile, then left for the club with Adrian Wright.

After about an hour, Spencer Burley rushed over in a hurry.

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Sitting down, he started speaking with an air of mystery, “Hey, guess what Tracy’s family does?”

“Aren’t they in the decoration business?” Adrian Wright asked, puzzled.

Spencer Burley shook his head proudly, whispering, “Guess where Tracy lives?”

“Where?”

“She lives in that manor on the eastern outskirts!”

Adrian Wright was taken aback and then came to a realization, shocked, “You mean, she’s from the Fu family in the provincial city?”

Spencer Burley spread his hands and said, “Otherwise? She just so happens to share the surname Fu and lives in the manor built by the Fu family—do you really think she’s not related to the Fu family?”

Hiss!

Adrian Wright inhaled sharply, “No wonder, no wonder those other contractors didn’t dare to take on the Dreamscape Garden project, and her company ventured to accept it—turns out she’s from the Fu family of the provincial city.”

Now, it was Greg Jensen’s turn to be curious. He asked, “What does the Fu family in the provincial city do? From what you guys are implying, the Fu family is quite formidable?”

“Formidable? It’s way beyond that—the Fu family is an old established family in the provincial city.”

Spencer Burley elaborated as if he was unveiling a treasure, “Brother Greg, you might not know this, but the Fu family has been involved in construction since the old society, and their legacy has continued unbroken to this day.

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What’s more important, it is said that they understand Feng Shui and many wealthy families seek them out for design plans.”

Adrian Wright added, “That’s right, during the old society if you were in construction, you basically had to know Feng Shui—otherwise no one would hire you.”

Greg Jensen listened and nodded silently.

He also realized why the Fu family’s decorating company dared to take on the Dreamscape Garden project—their confidence had its roots there.

“Interesting, so there’s a family skilled in Feng Shui in the provincial city.”

Greg Jensen’s Feng Shui knowledge came from “The Classic of Harmony and Union,” and he had always been researching on his own, never sharing with others.

Learning that Tracy’s family understood Feng Shui, he couldn’t help but entertain the idea of exchanging thoughts with them.

At the same time, a sense of crisis arose within him.

Feng Shui is part of the metaphysical realm; if there are people who understand Feng Shui, it’s hard to guarantee that there won’t be those who understand Cultivation.

If he could Cultivate immortality, why couldn’t others?

There might very well be many Cultivators in the world just like him.