Chapter Four

Chapter 4

Tang Family Ancestral Residence, Hilltop Villa.

At this moment, the entire Tang family had gathered.

Tang Dahai and Lin Yuzhen, not seeing Ye Fengyun, approached Tang Shihan to ask, "Shihan, where did Xiao Ye go?"

The mention of Ye Fengyun immediately soured Tang Shihan's expression. She replied irritably, "I asked Butler Zhang to take him shopping for clothes. He'll take a taxi here later."

Lin Yuzhen was anxious upon hearing this. "Shihan, tonight is important. How could you act out now?"

Tang Shihan pressed her temples in resignation. "I've already forced myself to accept him, but I really can't bring myself to arrive together with him. I sent him the address; he'll be here soon."

Lin Yuzhen shook her head helplessly. "How can you be like this? No matter what, Xiao Ye is your husband in name. Even if his appearance is hard to talk about, you can't throw a tantrum on such an important occasion."

Tang Shihan was deeply annoyed, but for the sake of the bigger picture, she called Ye Fengyun.

"Are you here yet?" Tang Shihan asked coldly.

Ye Fengyun replied, "Honey, something's come up. I'll be late."

He hung up immediately.

"Hey? You—"

Tang Shihan stomped her foot in anger.

Ye Fengyun, how dare you hang up on me!

Meanwhile,

Ye Fengyun was at the scene of a car accident.

A crowd had gathered ahead, and Ye Fengyun squeezed through after getting out of his car. On the ground lay an elderly woman, her breathing labored and her face flushed, clearly in great pain.

Beside her stood a BMW X3, its door open as a striking woman stepped out.

She wore black leather boots and Parisian designer stockings, her shapely legs outlined seductively, a red pencil skirt accentuating the curves of her hips, and a slender waist that begged to be embraced. Higher up, her figure was nothing short of breathtaking—no amount of loose clothing could conceal her proud bearing. Her hair was piled high, her features exquisitely refined, her makeup rebellious, giving her the aura of a spoiled heiress with a dark edge.

Seeing the old woman struggling to breathe, the striking woman was momentarily flustered and instinctively reached out to help.

Ye Fengyun quickly intervened.

"She’s having an acute asthma attack. Taking her to the hospital right now could be dangerous!"

The woman turned and, startled by Ye Fengyun’s appearance, recoiled several steps.

She was the sort who valued looks above all. One glance at Ye Fengyun’s face filled her with revulsion.

How could someone be so ugly?

"Who are you trying to scare? I bet you and this old lady are working together, trying to scam me," she sneered.

Ye Fengyun frowned. "I’m not scamming anyone. Her condition is critical. Let me help."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Let you help? So you two can perform a trick and extort me? Ridiculous! Not only are you ugly, but you’re lazy, dishonest, a cheat with no skills!"

She had always looked down on Ye Fengyun, and now, convinced he was part of a scam, her words grew even more venomous.

Ye Fengyun grew angry. "You can insult my looks, but you cannot insult my character!"

The striking woman laughed mockingly. "You have character? That’s hilarious. You just want money."

She pulled out her wallet and slapped a wad of bills against Ye Fengyun’s face.

With a crisp sound, the bills scattered across the ground.

"Pick them up. Kneel and gather them like a dog. Consider it a gift from me."

She folded her arms, looking down on Ye Fengyun with contempt.

Anger flared in Ye Fengyun’s heart, but suddenly the old woman’s breathing grew even more desperate, as if she might expire any moment.

The heart of a healer is like that of a parent; Ye Fengyun could no longer waste time arguing. He hurried forward to examine her.

Seeing this, the striking woman stepped back, took out her phone, and started recording. "Everyone’s watching. Whatever happens, it’s his doing, not mine. Just so he doesn’t try to extort me."

The crowd began to murmur. Some accused the striking woman of dodging responsibility after hitting someone; others condemned Ye Fengyun for allegedly scamming for money with no ambition.

Ye Fengyun ignored their mockery. He knelt beside the elderly woman, and amid the barrage of voices, slowly opened a small pouch.

Inside, a set of silver needles lay neatly arranged.

These needles were exquisitely crafted. From a distance, they seemed ordinary, but up close, their distinctive material and the fine engravings on their surfaces became clear—these weren’t meaningless marks, but talismanic symbols. Using such needles could enhance their healing effect and greatly benefit the patient.

Ye Fengyun pinched one needle, its tip shining faintly. His eyes sharpened, and he pierced the acupoint with precision.

The needle trembled slightly, as if it had come alive. A red line flowed along its shaft, filling the engraved talismanic marks, as though an invisible brush were inscribing red talismans onto the silver.

The murmurs around them faded, replaced by astonishment and admiration.

"What kind of technique is that?"

"Chinese medicine—this is the legendary Silver Needle Acupoint Transfer!"

"Is it real? I’ve only seen it in movies. I never thought it actually existed!"

"Amazing!"

The crowd began snapping photos, and Ye Fengyun’s image changed instantly from a suspected scammer to a master physician.

"Rise."

Ye Fengyun flicked his two fingers, and the silver needle leapt out. He caught it, gave it a gentle shake, and expelled dirty blood onto the ground.

He put the needle away, stood up, and said, "She’s fine now. Take her to the hospital for a full check-up, just to be safe."

He addressed the striking woman.

She was stunned, as if witnessing a scene from a film—an immortal healer descending to aid the living.

Ye Fengyun said nothing more, packed up his pouch, and walked away. The crowd parted to let him through, reverence written on every face.

Ye Fengyun hurried to the Tang family ancestral residence.

By now, he was half an hour late. As he entered, he saw the table was already laden with dishes—delicacies from mountain and sea, everything imaginable.

"Wow, honey, tonight’s spread is magnificent. Eat more, it’ll nourish you!" Ye Fengyun exclaimed as he sat down, immediately digging in with gusto.

The others stared at him in shock.

"Who is that? How can someone be so ugly?"

"Ugly is one thing, but so rude—just walks in and starts eating!"

"Hey, where did this beggar come from? This is the Tang family estate. Who let you in?"

The Tang family members angrily rebuked Ye Fengyun.