Young Master Jiang, Please Let Me Do It!

"Nonsense!"

Yang Yongxin shot a glare at the middle-aged woman.

"This is Young Master Jiang. Say that again, and I'll let you experience my new treatment next time."

At those words, even the three doctors in white coats couldn't help stepping back.

That made Jiang Cheng uneasy. Could it be... that Yang Yongxin was the most unhinged one here?

"Young Master Jiang, my subordinates don't know their place. Please forgive them."

Yang Yongxin let out a sly chuckle. "Let's talk upstairs."

Once the two figures vanished from sight, the three white coats nervously looked at the middle-aged woman.

"Sister Xia, the dean isn't going to have an episode, is he?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Why don't you go check?"

Sister Xia shot them a sour look.

"No way, no way."

The three shook their heads like rattles, casting a fearful glance toward the back courtyard—where more than a dozen of their brothers were still laid out.

Second floor, Dean's office.

Creak.

As the door swung open, Jiang Cheng was dumbfounded.

The room was crammed with instruments of all sizes, a web of densely tangled cables connecting them all.

In the corner sat a rosewood desk and chair, presumably where Yang Yongxin worked.

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched.

This was an office? If he didn't know better, he'd think it was a storage room.

"Young Master Jiang, forgive the mess."

Yang Yongxin rubbed his nose awkwardly, then expertly picked his way through the gaps in the tangled wires.

He cleared a path just wide enough for one person and looked at Jiang Cheng.

Steeling himself, Jiang Cheng stepped inside.

"Young Master Jiang, have a seat here."

Yang Yongxin blew a breath onto the desk, wiped it clean with his hand, and gestured for Jiang Cheng to sit.

"Dean Yang, the reason I came today is to ask for your help."

Jiang Cheng laid out his plan and waited in silence as Yang Yongxin fell into thought.

"Young Master Jiang, I have one question."

A morbid gleam of anticipation flickered in Yang Yongxin's eyes. His face and neck flushed red, like a predator locking onto a beloved prey.

"That person... is he sturdy?"

What the hell!

Anyone who picks a mental hospital as their base was bound to be a little off.

Jiang Cheng's mind conjured an image, and a chill ran down his spine.

He tightened his coat and answered firmly, "Sturdy doesn't even cover it. He's got stamina too."

Yang Yongxin's excitement surged. He slammed both hands onto the desk, his voice trembling with fervor.

"Young Master Jiang, please—let me serve you."

In a daze, Jiang Cheng couldn't remember how he'd left.

"Kid, hurry up and get out."

The security guard grandpa at the gate called out to Jiang Cheng, who was shuffling along slowly.

Jiang Cheng snapped back to reality. The moment he stepped out of Qingshan Mental Hospital, the gate slammed shut behind him.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Jiang Cheng asked, puzzled.

"It's treatment time for the patients right now. Dangerous stuff."

The old guard covered half his face with a palm-leaf fan and put on a mysterious air.

Tch.

Treating mental patients—what's so dangerous about that?

This old man—could he be mentally unstable too?

Jiang Cheng snapped to attention and quickly backed away.

"007, be good, time for your meds."

Just then, a young man in a patient gown ran out from behind the counter.

Right after him came a dozen more patients, with several doctors in white coats following behind.

Jiang Cheng noticed that the ground where the crowd had trampled was now marked with thin, long cracks.

Could it be... that every patient in Qingshan Mental Hospital is an Ancient Martial Artist?!

"Hehe~ Young man, I'll let you in on a secret: every one of them was perfectly normal before they came here."

Security Guard Grandpa gave a mysterious smile, then went back to dozing in his lounge chair.

Hiss!

This? This isn't a mental hospital at all—it's clearly Qingshan God-Making Hospital.

If Ye Bufan actually gets locked up in here, is he going to get broken?

Jiang Cheng silently mourned for Ye Bufan for a few seconds.

That night, Jiang Cheng returned to the Jiang Family carrying a huge bag full of meat and vegetables.

To seal... no, to properly reward Qin Yan's mouth, Jiang Cheng decided to cook a meal himself.

As the saying goes, a day as husband and wife means a hundred days of grace. He hoped that, for the sake of this meal, she might forget a few things.

Otherwise, Jiang Cheng would have no choice but to resort to a club and use physical methods to knock Qin Yan out.

The moment he opened the door, several pairs of eyes turned to look at him.

"Mom, Dad."

Jiang Cheng froze slightly as he saw Father Jiang and Mother Jiang sitting on the sofa, surrounded by the three women.

This was the first time they'd come back since Qin Yan brought him here.

"Xiao Cheng's back, and with so many groceries—are you planning to cook?"

Uh...

Jiang Cheng nodded stiffly.

"Alright, then get to it."

Mother Jiang urged him on, then turned to the women with a beaming smile.

"Xiao Cheng's cooking is delicious. You all must try plenty later."

"Oh, right, it looks like the maid didn't come today. Xiao Cheng probably can't handle it alone—I'll go help."

With that, Li Rou started to rise.

"Aunt, let me help Jiang Cheng instead. You should rest."

"Yeah, Aunt, I'll go too."

The three women spoke in unison, then got up and headed toward the kitchen.

Mother Jiang's smile was so wide she could barely close her mouth as she watched their retreating figures.

Such wonderful girls. If only one of them could be my daughter-in-law.

"That's enough. You've practically spelled out your little scheme. Children have their own fortunes—you can't force these things."

Father Jiang lowered his voice, sipping his tea as he tried to reason with her.

"Shut up!"

Mother Jiang glared fiercely at Jiang Tianxiong, who looked far too relaxed. She was furious.

If her son weren't as dense as a blockhead—just like his father—would she, as his mother, have to go through all this trouble?

Ahem~

Caught in that glare, Father Jiang coughed twice and sheepishly fell silent.

"Sigh."

Mother Jiang let out a sigh.

Ever since the three women had visited last time, she'd deliberately kept Father Jiang away from home.

Her goal was to give them some alone time. She figured that with a man and women together, sparks would fly, and something would happen.

But when she came back today, none of the women's bellies showed any sign of change.

She was starting to wonder if her son had some unspeakable problem.

After the meal, Qin Yan and the other two women's eyes lit up.

In their past lives, they had never eaten Jiang Cheng's cooking. They hadn't expected it to be this delicious—utterly irresistible.

Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao looked at Jiang Cheng with eyes practically dripping with longing.

Hmph~

How pathetic. She had already devoured Jiang Cheng whole, while those two sisters were still in the dark!

If they found out Jiang Cheng was giving her an extra meal tonight, they'd be green with envy.

Qin Yan gloated inwardly, casting a disdainful glance at the two women.

Jiang Cheng buried his head in his bowl, shoveling food in, deaf to the world outside.

Among all things in the world, only good food and love are not to be let down!

Full and satisfied, Jiang Cheng returned to his room and began considering the details of Ye Bufan's "reasonable" admission to Qingshan Mental Hospital.

This time, he had every advantage—timing, location, and people.

As for the Lin Family, Heh~

A dull blade and a scrawny horse—what could they possibly use to fight him?