Volume 1, Chapter 33: Lady Dragon, You Are Challenging My Weakness

The noblewoman looked up at the sky, where a black speck streaked past the balcony. Her eyes were filled with resentment, and she clenched her fists in silence.

...

After dealing with Liu Neng and Lei Xiaohu, Yan Fengjia returned to the hospital as if nothing had happened. Thanks to the Five-Pattern Vitality Pill, Gu Qinghan was in excellent condition. It was estimated that she would be discharged soon.

"Yan Fengjia, where did you go?" Gu Qinghan sensed that something was wrong and worried that he had done something impulsive again.

Yan Fengjia smiled. "I went to handle some company matters. Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not," Gu Qinghan replied, her pretty face flushing slightly. She seemed to have more to say but held back, looking rather adorable.

"Alright, seeing that you've recovered well, you should stay here and rest for a few more days. It's getting late, so I'm heading back."

"Wait," Gu Qinghan called out to stop him, then turned to retrieve her bag. She pressed a protective amulet ring into his hand. "I went on a business trip and specifically went to a very famous temple to pray for you. I hope you stay safe and sound from now on."

Yan Fengjia’s eyes flickered. He had never been one to believe in such things, but since it was Gu Qinghan’s wish, he could not refuse. "It’s quite nice. Thanks." He put it on and showed it to her.

"Good. Be careful on your way back."

Yan Fengjia did not know that Gu Qinghan had spent three days at the temple, chanting as required to achieve this so-called "life-protecting" effect. It was a modest gift, but it represented the depth of her love for him.

On the way back, his phone suddenly rang. "Is this Miracle Doctor Yan?"

Long Yiran? Yan Fengjia arched an eyebrow. "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes. My daughter is, as you said, no different from a normal person for now. Could you... come over?"

"Very well."

After hanging up, Yan Fengjia drove to the villa area where Long Yiran and her daughter lived. Long Yiran was wearing a sexy purple camisole dress that exuded charm. At her age, there were no traces of time on her figure.

"Mr. Yan," Long Yiran said, walking over and extending her hand.

Yan Fengjia shook it. "Where is she?"

Long Yiran hesitated. "Please, come inside first." They then proceeded to the study.

...

Even a fool could have understood the situation. It was likely that her daughter could not accept such an absurd method of treatment. Seeing Long Yiran’s reddened eyes, it was easy to guess that mother and daughter had had a fierce argument. As Yan Fengjia walked in, he felt the villa seemed unusually cold.

"Mr. Yan, I am very sorry. My daughter cannot accept this result." Long Yiran’s voice was filled with nervousness and unease. "She said she has a boyfriend and would rather die than agree to it."

"It doesn't matter," Yan Fengjia said, not one to force his will. The fact that Long Yiran had met him for a face-to-face discussion showed she still respected him.

"Mr. Yan, if we don't follow your method, will my daughter... truly be in danger of losing her life?"

"Theoretically, there is a seventy or eighty percent chance. In short, your daughter's illness is not what you imagine; it is something you cannot control."

Hearing this, Long Yiran covered her face and began to cry. "What should I do? I’ve worked so hard just to give her a better life, to keep her from ending up like me. If she really dies, how can I go on?" She looked at him pleadingly. "Mr. Yan, please, find a way. As long as you can control her condition, I will do whatever you say. I beg you."

Yan Fengjia lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought. "There is a minuscule chance that this condition might disappear on its own, but don't pin your hopes on that. Otherwise, as I said before, I can help your daughter channel my Pure Yang Qi."

"I told you before, this is not a long-term solution. Over time, it will still cause some harm to her body."

"Thank you, Mr. Yan. Even if it just buys us some time, that is enough. You don't know how happy she was when she realized she wasn't suffering from lethargy anymore." Long Yiran’s fair hand rested on Yan Fengjia’s thigh, her words laden with hidden meaning. "Is it possible?" Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

Was she planning to trade her body? Yan Fengjia felt speechless. Did she really think he had come for that? Or did she have a stereotypical view of him?

"Considering your situation, if she has any trouble in the future, just give me a call. Anyway, the time is getting late, I should go." He stood up to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Yan..."

In the study, under the dim light, the purple strap of her dress slipped from her shoulder, and her proud curves were partially exposed... A trace of shame and frustration crossed her mature face. She knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. With such remarkable medical skills, Yan Fengjia had no interest in money. Beyond that, she... she only had the body of a woman of her age to offer.

"Mr. Yan, I'm home alone tonight. Since it's late, why not stay? I have some vintage fine wine in my cellar. Would you like to try it?"

Yan Fengjia did not turn around, his straight back like a sturdy shield. "Mrs. Long, I, Yan Fengjia, am upright and principled when it comes to medical ethics. What you are doing is insulting me and demeaning yourself. Do you understand?"

A few minutes later...

"Good wine."

"If you like it, Mr. Yan, I have two more bottles here. You can take them with you."

She was already slightly tipsy. Yan Fengjia tasted the vintage brew, watching Long Yiran, who was now showing signs of intoxication. Her delicate, smooth shoulders swayed, and the thin purple strap slipped down her arm, revealing a hint of the spring scenery hidden beneath. It held a unique, soft elegance, like the misty rain of Jiangnan.

"Mrs. Long, I think you've had a bit too much."

"Yes... I suppose I am a bit drunk. Could you... help me to my room? I'm sorry for the trouble."

They took the elevator to the third floor. Yan Fengjia helped her into the room. "Thank you for the wine. I'll be going now."

"Don't go..." Long Yiran suddenly grabbed his wrist. Off balance, Yan Fengjia fell onto her soft body, as if sinking into a pool of water.

It was very soft.

"Don't go. I'm so lonely. You are the first young man who has made me lower my guard. Stay with me for a while, will you?"

Yan Fengjia frowned. "Madam, you are truly quite drunk."

"I'm not drunk. I see things more clearly than anyone. It’s not the wine that’s intoxicating, but... you..."

Long Yiran suddenly rolled over, sitting atop him, and pressed her lips, seasoned by the vintage wine, against his forehead. At that moment, Yan Fengjia’s mind exploded with a buzz, and a nameless fire surged within him.

"Touch me," she whispered, her voice trembling. Her burning hands grabbed his and pulled them slowly toward her.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Aunt Long, it's me, Little Liu. Xue'er is drunk, so I brought her home. Are you there?"

It was the voice of a young man.

Long Yiran's face changed drastically, and she sat up abruptly. Most of her drunkenness vanished. "You... you must hide! My daughter and her boyfriend are back."

"Damn, where do I hide?" Feeling like a thief caught in the act, Yan Fengjia panicked.

"Aunt Long, I'm coming in, then?"

Without waiting for an answer, the door was rudely pushed open, and a young man with a slicked-back hairstyle, around the same age as Yan Fengjia, walked in.