The Morbidly Beautiful Ye Qingwei

Linjiang University Antique City.

Jiang Yang had already walked back and forth five or six times, his expression sour.

This place also held a stroke of fortune belonging to Ye Fan—his first weapon, a Black Gold Ancient Blade.

The moment Ye Fan awakened his memories, he came straight for this blade.

When the apocalypse descended, animals and plants mutated, humans became Job Holders or Ability Users, and some objects turned into items imbued with unknown power.

In particular, items with a story—like a murderer's weapon—would likely become weapons with certain traits.

And this Black Gold Ancient Blade, forged from a meteorite by ancient hands, possessed an extremely powerful trait.

Beyond being sharp enough to cut through iron and indestructible, every monster this blade killed would heal its user, and any injuries the user sustained would have their onset delayed.

Even a fatal wound could be postponed.

Wasn't this basically a named blade?

In the original story, Ye Fan relied on this blade to fight many strong opponents, ignoring their damage and using the healing from kills to offset or delay his injuries. It was a weapon for burning bridges and betting life on a single strike.

How could he let such a treasure slip through his fingers?

But after circling the place five or six times, Jiang Yang still hadn't found the ancient blade. Back when Ye Fan found it, he bought it for a hundred yuan from a small street stall.

In the Antique City, stalls were first-come, first-served with no fixed spots, which made things tricky.

He didn't even know the stall owner's name—only that it was bought from a stall.

Would it only show up when Ye Fan arrived?

This ancient blade was Ye Fan's fortune, and since Ye Fan was the Son of the Plane, it definitely wouldn't be out in the open before he came.

Jiang Yang pulled out his phone and dialed Xiao Wan.

The blade wasn't in plain sight, but it had to be somewhere in this area. Why not just buy every blade here?

Money couldn't do a lot of things, but it could do even more.

After telling Xiao Wan his plan, Jiang Yang started preparing for the next day.

Tomorrow was the day he'd show his face in front of Ye Qingwei, so he had to be well-prepared.

Humming a little tune, Jiang Yang walked toward the hotel, mulling over other preparations. Dealing with Ye Fan was important, but dealing with the coming apocalypse was even more so.

The next day, Wu Lei, dressed in a suit, waited early at the hotel entrance.

After some careful grooming, Wu Lei looked completely transformed—clothes really did make the man.

"I've already set things in motion for your case. It'll be overturned soon, and then you can get your revenge."

Jiang Yang hadn't forgotten the carrot he'd dangled in front of Wu Lei. That rich brat only ran a small factory in Linjiang City; dealing with someone like that was no pressure at all.

"Thank you!"

Wu Lei didn't doubt Jiang Yang's words for a second. He'd thought a lot overnight, and even if everything Jiang Yang said was just empty promises, it didn't matter—the hundred thousand yuan had already hit him hard.

With that, Wu Lei pulled out his bank card and handed it to Jiang Yang. "Boss... there's still ninety-seven thousand left."

He couldn't spend the hundred thousand at all, and just because Jiang Yang gave it to him didn't mean he could blow it freely. The instruction was to tidy himself up.

"Keep it. Consider it your salary for this month."

A flicker of approval passed through Jiang Yang's eyes. Not being greedy was one of Wu Lei's strengths.

Linjiang City First Hospital.

"Xiao Ya, what did you do with my money?"

"Didn't I tell you? I bought a bag!"

"Didn't I say I'd buy you a bag? That was the money for Xiao Wei's surgery!"

Ye Fan's roar echoed through the hospital corridor, followed by a sharp slap.

Tang Ya slapped Ye Fan across the face, contempt filling her eyes. "You've been saying you'd buy me a bag for how long? Have you ever followed through once?"

"And treating your sister's illness—she's not even your real sister. Is it worth killing yourself over?"

"And yelling at me? What are you yelling for?"

The angrier Tang Ya got, the more she justified herself. She'd drained Ye Fan's account without a shred of fear, instead feeling righteous.

She used to think he had potential, but after all these years, he couldn't make decent money and still had to save up for his sister's treatment.

Besides, this was Jiang Yang's task for her. Once it was done, someone like Ye Fan wouldn't even be worthy of licking her shoes!

"Stay here by yourself. I'm buying this bag. Yell at me one more time, and we're done!"

Tang Ya slapped Ye Fan a few more times before storming off in a huff. Having latched onto a rich, handsome man like Jiang Yang, she found Ye Fan more and more unbearable.

Good thing she'd given her first time to Jiang Yang. If she'd wasted it on a loser like Ye Fan, she'd regret it for life.

Inside the hospital room, a sickly beauty lay on the bed, her pale face listening to the argument outside as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

A moment later, Ye Fan entered, his face full of guilt.

A flicker of disappointment passed through Ye Qingwei's eyes, but she still urged, "Brother, don't argue with Sister Tang Ya anymore. My illness can't be cured—surgery only eases it. Don't waste money for nothing."

Though disheartened, Ye Qingwei kept trying to console Ye Fan. Just then, Jiang Yang had already arrived outside the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"May I come in?"

"Who are you?" Ye Fan's face still bore several red palm prints.

"The one who brings money."

Jiang Yang's lips curled slightly. As his gaze fell on Ye Qingwei lying in the hospital bed, his eyes lit up.

Skin like congealed fat, face like cinnabar, fragrant shoulders leaning against the jade bed, cloud-like locks framing her emerald hair—no wonder she was the novel's female lead. She really wasn't bad-looking.

Still, Jiang Yang didn't bother dressing up much.

He wasn't like those internet-famous second-generation heirs; he dressed clean and simple, since he was already handsome to begin with.

Besides, next to him, Ye Fan looked dark and downcast. The contrast was like the difference between heaven and the abyss.

"You must be Miss Ye Qingwei?"

"I'm Jiang Yang. Our company has acquired a song you composed."

Jiang Yang extended his hand. He already knew everything about Ye Qingwei. During her illness, she had written a song that gained some brief popularity in Linjiang City, but the music company there had stolen her royalties.

Now, Jiang Yang had bought that very company.

"A song?" Ye Qingwei thought for a moment, then a light slowly began to shine in her eyes. She had indeed submitted a song, but after that, there had been no news.

"That's right!"

Jiang Yang took the initiative to hold Ye Qingwei's hand. Long-term malnutrition had left her somewhat gaunt, but her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate.

"Miss Ye has remarkable creative talent, so our company has decided to cover all your medical expenses. We hope you'll join our creative team."

"No—I mean, I hope a talented fairy like you can shine. A pearl hidden in the dust is no good thing. Besides, your song... has the power to inspire!"

"Really? I... the song I wrote is actually quite ordinary..."

Ye Qingwei was overjoyed, almost unable to believe it.

Though she denied it modestly, finding a true friend who understood her music was like a flowing stream meeting a towering mountain. How could a talented woman like her have no dreams? Meeting someone who appreciated her made Ye Qingwei happier than having the money to cure her illness!

On the other hand, if she could truly be healed, she would have more time and energy to create in the future!

But beside them, Ye Fan had already recognized who Jiang Yang was. Wasn't this the super-rich playboy from his own school?

Watching Jiang Yang hold Ye Qingwei's hand, a sudden irritation rose in Ye Fan's heart. "You're Jiang Yang, also from Linjiang University, right?"

"I'm from Linjiang University too. As far as I know, your family doesn't run a music company!"

Ye Fan stared straight at Jiang Yang. The guy's reputation on campus wasn't exactly good.

Every day, he drowned in luxury and pleasure. Someone like that showing up at their door couldn't mean anything good.