Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Three days later.

At dawn, Ye Fengyun rose and sat down to breakfast. Tang Shihan, who was already eating at the table, looked at him with undisguised distaste and ordered, “Take your meal back to your room. I lose my appetite just seeing you.”

Ye Fengyun acted as though he hadn’t heard a word, plopped himself onto a chair, picked up his bowl, and began shoveling food into his mouth.

“I am a true bearer of the Pure Yang Body. The more time you spend with me, the more it suppresses the cold energy in your body. Don’t you understand how much your husband cares for you?”

Upon hearing this, Tang Shihan finally understood why a warm current always surged through her whenever Ye Fengyun drew near—it was because of his Pure Yang Body.

Tang Shihan snorted, ignored him, and continued eating.

“I’m full!” Ye Fengyun stood up, slipped on his jacket, and said, “Wife, I’m going out today. Don’t miss me. If you do, just give me a call.”

Tang Shihan shot him a glance so cold it could freeze the air, but Ye Fengyun merely laughed and turned to descend the stairs.

Outside, Elder Yun was already waiting at the Tang family’s door. When Ye Fengyun appeared, Elder Yun hurried forward to greet him respectfully. “Ye, you’re finally out. Let’s go quickly.”

Just then, Tang Shihan came downstairs and caught sight of Elder Yun, whose bearing was as ethereal as a sage. She was taken aback.

Tang Shihan knew Elder Yun well—the owner of the National Medical Hall, a master healer, a towering figure in the medical community. Previously, it had taken three earnest invitations for her family to secure his visit to treat her, a feat considered nearly impossible. But today, Elder Yun had appeared without any invitation from the Tang family, leaving Tang Shihan utterly astonished.

“Elder Yun,” Tang Shihan greeted him with deep respect.

Elder Yun glanced at her, smiled and nodded, then asked Ye Fengyun, “Ye, who is this?”

“She’s my wife,” Ye Fengyun replied leisurely.

“Oh, Ye’s wife—she must certainly be an extraordinary person.” Elder Yun nodded in approval and extended his hand to Tang Shihan.

Tang Shihan was stunned. Elder Yun was shaking her hand? This was a medical master whose expertise was beyond price! But why did he know Ye Fengyun, and why did he value him so highly?

Who was Ye Fengyun, really?

Tang Shihan was left utterly perplexed.

“Let’s go, Ye. The Xu family is waiting for us,” Elder Yun reminded him.

Ye Fengyun nodded and got into the car. Tang Shihan watched the taillights disappear into the distance, lost in thought.

The more she observed Ye Fengyun, the less she understood him. Though he appeared to be a plain and unattractive man, he always managed to do things that surprised her.

Emerald Cloud Mountain, mountaintop villa.

Elder Yun and Ye Fengyun stepped out of the car to find three people waiting to greet them. Ye Fengyun recognized one—it was Xu Dahai, the eldest son of Xu Liangtian.

The other two, introduced by Elder Yun, were Xu Zhengfeng, the second son, and Xu Meijiao, the third daughter.

Ye Fengyun flashed a roguish smile at Xu Dahai. “So, is the ten million and the villa ready?”

Xu Dahai sneered, curling his lip. “If you cure my father, everything will be settled. But if you fail—hmph.”

There was a cold glint in Xu Dahai’s eyes.

Xu Meijiao sized up Ye Fengyun. He was tall and slender, young, with a spirited look about him. She couldn’t help but feel a hint of favor toward him.

“Mr. Ye, please come in,” Xu Meijiao said, stepping aside.

Ye Fengyun glanced at her, inwardly admiring her beauty. Xu Meijiao carried a noble air, her figure graceful and curvaceous. She wore a black cheongsam edged with golden plum blossoms, paired with an arctic fox fur shawl—she looked dignified and elegant.

Xu Zhengfeng spoke up, “Elder Yun, forgive me, but this time only Mr. Ye may enter.”

Elder Yun nodded without protest and waited with them outside Xu Liangtian’s room, while Ye Fengyun stepped inside.

As before, Ye Fengyun used silver needles to clear the impurities in Xu Liangtian’s body, then administered an antidote pill. Soon after, Xu Liangtian opened his eyes, his mouth moving as if to speak.

Ye Fengyun leaned in, listening as Xu Liangtian whispered a few weak words.

Ye Fengyun nodded and replied quietly, “Elder Xu, I am a friend of Elder Yun. You can trust me. You’re not yet able to move freely; the toxins are still too deep. But I’ve given you the antidote pill. Within an hour, you’ll feel your limbs again.”

Xu Liangtian spoke again.

Ye Fengyun smiled gently. “Don’t worry, Elder Xu. For the sake of my consultation fee and the villa, I’ll help you. But first, I need you to cooperate with me in a little act.”

Xu Liangtian looked at Ye Fengyun, bewildered.

Ye Fengyun bent low and whispered his plan into Xu Liangtian’s ear.

An hour later, outside the villa.

The three Xu siblings waited silently. Xu Dahai was pacing anxiously, sweat beading on his brow. Xu Zhengfeng stood sternly, watching the window of their father’s room in silence. Xu Meijiao wore a cold, beautiful expression, as composed as a warrior preparing for battle.

Ye Fengyun emerged.

Everyone hurried forward, each with their own expression.

“Ye, how is Old Xu?” Elder Yun asked first.

Ye Fengyun sighed and glanced at the others, then said regretfully, “Elder Xu passed away just now.”

“What?!” Elder Yun was shocked, the world spinning around him. He almost collapsed, but Xu Zhengfeng caught him in time.

Xu Dahai was beside himself with emotion, berating Ye Fengyun, “What did you do? I asked you to cure my father, and you killed him? Someone, beat this bastard to death!”

Ye Fengyun looked at Xu Dahai. His face was flushed with rage, but in his eyes lurked a trace of fear.

What was he afraid of?

Ye Fengyun explained, “Elder Xu’s death was neither due to illness nor my treatment. It’s because you concealed the truth—this is the real cause.”

“Concealed the truth?” The three Xu siblings were puzzled.

Ye Fengyun continued, “Elder Xu didn’t suffer a stroke. He was poisoned. Someone put poison in his food, step by step leading him to death.”

At these words, Xu Dahai’s body trembled violently. In grief and indignation, he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

“Father! Oh, my father! Why did you have to leave us like this?”

Xu Dahai collapsed to the ground, wailing in anguish, as servants rushed to support him.

Xu Zhengfeng’s eyes reddened. He stepped forward and asked, “Did Father say anything before he passed?”

“Xu Zhengfeng! You’re still thinking about inheriting, aren’t you? Father’s gone, and you still won’t give up? Do you have to squeeze out the last ounce of value from him? Are you even human?” Xu Dahai lashed out at Xu Zhengfeng.

Xu Zhengfeng was taken aback. “Brother, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t call me brother—I’m not your brother! You’re the one who poisoned him, aren’t you? While Father was gravely ill, you never returned. Now you show up, pretending to be the good son. Is it because you realized there’s an inheritance, so you rushed home to claim kinship?”

Xu Dahai hurled accusations at Xu Zhengfeng.

Xu Zhengfeng stared in disbelief. “Brother, why would I harm Father? Even if what you say is true, you’re the eldest, the heir. What motive would I have to kill him?”

Xu Dahai sneered, “So you’re saying I did it, then?”

“I didn’t mean that—”

“Did you deliberately set a trap for me, so you could take my place as heir? Calculated, scheming—so deep are your designs!” Xu Dahai said coldly.