One Needle, Full of Vigor!

"Brother Cheng, how about you give my dad an order?"

Lu Ming tested the waters.

What a filial son!

Jiang Cheng laughed in exasperation. Kid, you're not leaving your Brother Cheng any way out.

He could already picture Father Jiang pulling out the Seven Wolves.

"Alright, I'll find some time to visit Uncle Lu."

Lu Ming beamed.

"Hehe~ Brother Cheng, I'll leave you and sister-in-law alone then."

With that, he vanished in a flash.

Once in the car, Qin Yan's pent-up longing from the past few days surged forth like the Yellow River Water, endless and unbroken.

Her crimson lips pressed tightly against Jiang Cheng's, greedily taking.

A Long naturally adjusted the rearview mirror and put on his headphones.

After a long while, Qin Yan, her clothes disheveled, sat back in her seat and rested her head on Jiang Cheng's shoulder.

"All taken care of?"

Jiang Cheng breathed in the faint fragrance from Qin Yan's hair, his voice soft.

Qin Yan nodded, then turned serious.

"Next time something like this happens, you have to tell me. Lucky I showed up in time today—what if that old bastard had laid a hand on you?!"

"Got it."

A warmth flowed through Jiang Cheng's heart, and he raised his hand in a solemn vow.

"So, little man, how are you planning to thank me?"

Qin Yan's demeanor shifted. She sat directly on Jiang Cheng's lap, slowly tilting his chin up, a hint of mischief flickering in her cool, noble eyes.

Jiang Cheng sighed.

"Then I'll have no choice but to offer myself in return. I wonder if Miss Qin would be willing to give me that chance?"

"Granted."

People's joys and sorrows are never the same.

At the same time, Ye Bufan was being rushed to Jiangcheng Second Hospital in an ambulance.

In the ward, Ye Bufan, wrapped up like a Mummy, slowly opened his eyes. He felt like his whole body was falling apart, unable to move.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"Multiple fractures, mild concussion, severe facial trauma—but no life-threatening injuries."

Lin Chongwu breathed a slight sigh of relief. He hadn't broken through to Grandmaster yet; Ye Bufan couldn't die.

"Lin... old man."

Ye Bufan called out weakly.

"Young Friend Ye, you're awake."

Lin Chongwu looked at Ye Bufan's current state and let out a sigh.

He hadn't expected Ye Bufan to be beaten this badly by an Outer Strength fighter. In the end, it was sheer overconfidence.

"Qing... Qingcheng and the others... where are they?"

Hopeless!

Lin Chongwu's mouth twitched. Even like this, he's still thinking about women.

And women who gave you two slaps across the face, no less.

"They left with that Young Master Jiang."

Lin Chongwu snorted coldly. Because of Jiang Cheng, their Lin Family had lost all face this time.

Pfft!

Jiang Cheng, if you so much as touch a hair on Qingcheng and the others, I won't let you off.

Ye Bufan's eyes bulged as he spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Doctor, what's going on?"

"Oh, that's just pooled blood. Spitting it out is fine."

"Then why is he rolling his eyes?"

"Damn it. Someone, emergency!"

"Young Master, why are you staring at me like that?"

In the study, A Long scratched his head, looking at Jiang Cheng with an innocent expression.

"I never heard you mention you knew Hard Body Technique."

Jiang Cheng squinted, sizing up A Long. This bodyguard of his wasn't ordinary—he'd been hiding it deep.

"Well... you never asked, Young Master."

"Uh..."

Jiang Cheng ran through the plot in his mind. A Long really hadn't made many moves; mostly, there weren't that many clueless people picking fights with Jiang Cheng.

Was he overthinking it?

Right, even Qin Yan, the big Heroine, had already fallen into his orbit. A Long's thing didn't seem like much by comparison.

As long as he stayed loyal, that was enough.

Jiang Cheng stopped dwelling on it and gave A Long a task.

In the dead of night, Jiang Cheng lay in bed without locking the door. He knew someone would be coming soon.

A soft creak.

The door slowly opened. A graceful figure tiptoed in and gently closed it behind her.

Jiang Cheng felt a bit helpless. Why did it have to be so sneaky, like a thief?

He had no idea what Qin Yan was thinking. She wouldn't let him make their relationship public, but she loved sneaking around for fun.

Was it... because she found it more thrilling?

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng inexplicably recalled Qin Yan's twisted request last time, his expression turning odd.

Just then, Qin Yan's head popped out from under the covers.

Good thing Jiang Cheng was prepared, or he'd have had a heart attack in the dead of night.

"Little Jiang, time to serve this palace."

Qin Yan wore a sexy, sheer spaghetti-strap nightgown, her jade-like legs long and slender.

Hearing Qin Yan's sultry, bewitching voice, Jiang Cheng decided that tonight he'd play Sun Wukong and enforce justice on heaven's behalf.

The next day, by the time Jiang Cheng groggily woke up, Qin Yan was already gone.

No need to guess—she'd definitely slipped back to her room while Sister Ruoxue and the others were still asleep.

After washing up, Jiang Cheng opened the door and heard arguing downstairs, along with a faint burnt smell.

"Miss Qin, why don't you go rest? Making breakfast isn't suited for a pampered young lady like you."

"Heh~ Sister Ruoxue's efforts aren't all that impressive either."

"That's my fault as the older sister. I forgot that noodles seem to be the only thing you can manage."

Jiang Cheng pressed his forehead, suddenly feeling not so hungry.

Just as he turned, Li Shiyao's sweet voice reached his ears.

"Senior, you're awake."

At the dining table, Jiang Cheng stared at the two breakfasts in front of him, his head aching.

Could this charred stuff even be eaten?

Li Shiyao watched the scene, beaming. On the surface, she hadn't made breakfast.

But in reality, she was waiting for the two girls to fail, then she'd whip up a carefully prepared love breakfast, building an image of a perfect wife in Jiang Cheng's heart.

This move was called retreat to advance!

"Jiang Cheng, eat up."

Jiang Ruoxue looked at him expectantly. "It won't taste good cold."

Qin Yan sat to the side, arms crossed, staring at Jiang Cheng with a proud, tsundere look.

She said nothing, but it was as if she'd said everything.

Screw it!

Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth, carefully picked up a charred fried egg, and took a small bite.

The next second, he chugged three big glasses of water.

Then he excused himself to the bathroom and bolted.

Was it really that bad?

Qin Yan and Jiang Ruoxue exchanged a glance, quietly moved their plates in front of themselves, and took a small taste.

Neither said a word...

Jiangcheng Second Hospital.

Ye Bufan lay on the hospital bed, recovering quickly, with a clear improvement in his mental state.

"Jiang Cheng, just wait until I'm discharged—I'll make you pay."

With that, he propped himself up, sat upright, and pulled a small silver case from his clothes.

Opening it revealed rows of silver needles inside.

"A little injury like this is nothing to fuss over. I, Ye Bufan, am the Divine Doctor—one needle and I'll be bursting with vitality."

Ye Bufan smirked smugly.

Ever since coming down from the mountain, his earth-shattering, ghost-weeping medical skills had yet to be used. Now, they finally had a chance to shine.

Even if it was on himself, a man destined for greatness didn't sweat the small stuff.

The silver needle descended slowly, Ye Bufan utterly focused.

A hair's breadth off meant a thousand miles astray—this was no time to be disturbed.

Otherwise...