Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Seeing that Ye Fengyun finally stopped talking, Elder Yun breathed a quiet sigh of relief and said, “Here’s the situation. I have an old friend who suffered a stroke many years ago. His condition is incredibly stubborn, and even I am at my wit’s end. I’d like you to pay him a visit and see if you can help.”

Ye Fengyun leisurely picked his teeth with a toothpick, looking utterly relaxed.

Elder Yun continued, “If you can cure him, you’ll earn a consultation fee of ten million.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Fengyun slapped the table and declared righteously, “Ridiculous! Do I look like someone who cares about money?”

Well, he actually did.

Ye Fengyun calculated silently, “With ten million, I could buy rare medicinal herbs. Then I could heal my face, and perhaps Shi Han…”

He sighed inwardly, lamenting, “What a superficial world. Why must people judge others by their appearance? True, I am ugly, but I inherited unmatched skills.”

Elder Yun smiled knowingly but said nothing. He handed Ye Fengyun a phone number. “Set out tomorrow at ten in the morning.”

Ye Fengyun took the slip and tucked it away, feigning composure. “Let me make it clear—I’m not someone who cares about money. It’s just that a healer must have compassion, like a parent.”

Elder Yun nodded with a smile.

After dinner, Ye Fengyun said his farewells and returned to the Tang household.

When he arrived, he saw the lights glowing inside. He pushed open the door and entered, finding two women in the living room. From a distance, one exuded cold elegance, while the other had a playful, charming air.

The two women ignored Ye Fengyun as he returned. Tang Anqi, seated on the sofa, asked with concern, “Sister, I heard from a classmate that the company’s in trouble. Is it true?”

Tang Shihan’s expression was troubled as she sighed. “Yes, last week the company ran into cash flow problems. Right now we’re short five million. If we don’t patch up the gap quickly, and someone with ill intent discovers it, it’ll count as a violation. I might be in serious trouble…”

Anqi comforted her, “Five million’s a lot to find on short notice, but your problem is mine too. I’ll ask my classmates for help.”

Ye Fengyun sauntered over, grinning, and teased, “Honey, were you waiting for me to come home?”

Tang Shihan and Tang Anqi were startled by Ye Fengyun’s sudden appearance and snapped in unison, “Get out!”

Ye Fengyun sat down smilingly, and the two women immediately shifted to the far end of the sofa. Their movements were so abrupt that their short slip dresses rode up to their waists, revealing a glimpse of spring.

It had to be said, Tang Shihan’s figure was truly exceptional—full where it should be, slender where it should be, lush where it should be, and perfectly shaped.

Compared to Tang Shihan, Tang Anqi’s figure was less striking, but she radiated the vitality of a girl in her teens.

Noticing Ye Fengyun’s gaze, Tang Anqi hurriedly pressed her skirt down, as did Tang Shihan. Their eyes toward Ye Fengyun grew even more disdainful.

Ye Fengyun withdrew his gaze and said cheerfully, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take care of the five million.”

Tang Shihan pressed her forehead, exasperated. “Ye Fengyun, I advise you to have some self-awareness.”

Tang Anqi scoffed, “You? Raise five million? If you managed five hundred, it’d be a miracle.”

Ye Fengyun chuckled, “Ah, I didn’t even know where my ancestral tomb was. Maybe I should check if any ancestral tomb is smoking—a good omen! Who knows, maybe I’ll find it.”

“You—!”

Seeing Ye Fengyun’s shameless smile, Tang Anqi blushed furiously with anger.

“Hmph! You’re just a shameless freak. You’ll never make five million in your life! Sister said you need some self-awareness!”

Ye Fengyun kept smiling innocently. “I’m very self-aware! After all, not everyone is destined to be as handsome and noble-souled as me.”

“Ugh—” Tang Anqi pretended to retch.

Tang Shihan was getting a headache from their bickering. She pressed her temples and said, “Anqi, don’t stoop to his level. Go rest.”

Tang Anqi pouted, waved her fist at Ye Fengyun with a childish ferocity, then retreated to her bedroom.

Ye Fengyun waggled his head and stuck out his tongue before turning to Tang Shihan. “Honey, let’s rest early too.”

Tang Shihan didn’t spare him a glance. She rose and walked straight to her bedroom.

“I get it, you’re shy. But I understand you, honey.”

Ye Fengyun trotted after her, only to be stopped at the door by Tang Shihan.

“You’ll sleep in the guest room,” she said coldly.

Ye Fengyun looked puzzled. “Aren’t we husband and wife? How can we sleep in separate rooms? What if your cold symptoms flare up again? I need to care for your health at all times.”

“Get out!” Tang Shihan slammed the door in his face.

Ye Fengyun pouted. “Well, it’s your loss not sleeping with me. Plenty of people wish they could, but haven’t had the chance!”

He headed to the guest room, closed the door, and sat on the bed, a slight frown on his brow.

Earlier, he had used the legendary Nine Linked Needles to treat someone. This technique consumed immense internal energy, so he now needed to meditate.

Ye Fengyun stripped off his clothes and began a meditative practice on the bed.

He had used this breathing technique on the mountain for years—it not only sped up his metabolism but also quickly absorbed the spiritual energy around him, rapidly replenishing his internal power.

Moreover, this cultivation method could be paired with a partner, and was highly effective in treating various female ailments, such as menstrual pain, anemia, and cold constitution.

Originally, Ye Fengyun wanted to practice dual cultivation with Tang Shihan, which would greatly benefit the unborn child within her. Alas, she wouldn’t let him in, so he could only cultivate alone.

“Ah, what a pity, honey. If you were here, I could nourish your body. After all, you’re carrying my flesh and blood.”

Ye Fengyun began breathing exercises, his strength slowly recovering. “Too slow. The spiritual energy here is too thin. I need to find a place more suitable for cultivation.”

Just as he was about to finish and rest, the door handle suddenly turned. The door opened, and Tang Shihan entered.

“Hey, you—!”

Tang Shihan had just stepped in when she saw Ye Fengyun naked and screamed.

“Pervert!”

She grabbed the nearest object and flung it at Ye Fengyun—only realizing afterward that it was his own boxer shorts.