Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Ye Wenjun spoke in a measured tone:

"I know you're strong... but the Zhao Family is not the same as the Hidden Dragon Guards."

Fang Yu asked with confusion, "Is the Ye Family so wary of the Zhao Family? Is it because they also have an organization similar to the Hidden Dragon Guards?"

The air became briefly stagnant.

After a moment, Ye Wenjun nodded gently and said, "Yes."

"I don't care, I'll take them down one by one, or in pairs if they come at me two at a time," Fang Yu stretched lazily, "I'm really tired today. I'll deal with the Zhao Family matter tomorrow."

Ye Wenjun didn't say anything but slowly went upstairs. At this time, a female housekeeper in her thirties came up to Ye Wenjun and whispered, "The old master said to keep an eye on you... you..."

"I know, no need for you to worry," Ye Wenjun cut off the housekeeper's words.

"Oh." The housekeeper turned away awkwardly, "Then I'll go prepare hot water for the young master."

Young master?

That sounded so awkward.

And yet there was no helping it.

The housekeeper didn't go downstairs but stood there, watching Ye Wenjun enter her boudoir before muttering, "The old master said they must not sleep in separate rooms... I'll have to keep a close watch."

...

Fang Yu went into the bathroom and after cleaning himself, he realized there was no towel.

How embarrassing.

Looking around, he spotted a snow-white towel.

"Not bad, it'll make do for now."

He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself.

"Eh, what's this special fragrance? It smells pretty good."

The Ye Family sure is the Ye Family, this towel must have been specially treated.

Fang Yu felt very satisfied.

And thus sauntered out of the bathroom.

"Right, where am I sleeping?"

He had forgotten to ask.

Fang Yu glanced around; there were too many rooms.

Just then, like a ghost, the housekeeper appeared behind Fang Yu.

"Young master..."

"Whoa, you move like a ghost," Fang Yu said, patting his chest.

"Young master, your room is over there," the housekeeper pointed.

"Ah. Nice location."

"Old Master Zhong lives downstairs, and that's the only room left upstairs," the housekeeper said earnestly.

"I got it."

Fang Yu headed towards that room.

Click.

The moment the door was pushed open, a woman's fragrance wafted over.

What's going on?

The room was quaint and didn't look like a man's room at all, with two pots of flowers by the window and a desk. To the left was a bed.

Ye Wenjun?!!

Fang Yu was surprised.

However, Ye Wenjun's stunning figure made him take a couple more glances unconsciously.

Ye Wenjun was facing the wall, lying on her side, with only her back visible.

Crap, did I enter the wrong room? I'm not that kind of beast...

Just as he was about to turn around, Ye Wenjun's voice came—

"You sleep on the floor."

Huh?

What the hell?

Fang Yu's mind spun rapidly, quickly figuring it out. Legally married, right? If we don't sleep together, wouldn't it seem suspicious? This woman is quite clever.

But...

What do you mean by making me sleep on the floor?

Fang Yu complained discontentedly, "Ye Wenjun, aren't you being unreasonable? The floor is wet! How can I sleep there?"

"Water?"

Ye Wenjun slowly sat up, her beautiful brows furrowing. There was indeed water on the floor.

Looking up for a moment, Ye Wenjun caught sight of the towel on Fang Yu's body and couldn't help blushing, exclaiming angrily, "Would you mind not casually using other people's towels!"

"..."

Fang Yu paused for a second, "This, is it yours? Uh, sorry about that—"

Ye Wenjun turned away and lay back down.

In the instant that she got up, Fang Yu swore that he didn't mean to catch a glimpse of... there. You could only say that in such circumstances, a man's eyes are particularly sensitive!

Sensing Fang Yu's peculiar gaze, Ye Wenjun immediately turned her body, facing the wall and said indifferently:

"Sleep on the bed."

"Are you not going to kick me?" Fang Yu cautiously asked.

"Kick you?" Ye Wenjun lightly turned over, her exquisitely beautiful profile fully visible in the warm light.

"Who knows," Fang Yu muttered uncertainly.

"Sleep if you like," Ye Wenjun turned back again.

Fang Yu mustered his courage to say, "You said it yourself. You know how formidable I am. When I get angry, I even hit myself, especially when I'm sleeping; my reflexes are very intense…"

"If you're that concerned, then sleep on the balcony." Ye Wenjun slowly closed her eyes.

Fang Yu startled.

Sleep on the balcony?

In the middle of the night, though the night view is lovely, the breeze intoxicating, and the moonlight bright... it's also the time when mosquitoes dance in the light, isn't it? Sleeping on the balcony, even an iron man couldn't withstand the bites.

Without another word, Fang Yu hopped onto the bed.

As soon as he lay down, a cold voice from Ye Wenjun asked, "Who told you to sleep on this side?!"

Damn—

Fang Yu quickly turned to the other side.

The bed was quite large, and once he lay down, Fang Yu took a long breath, thinking to himself that there shouldn't be any issues now, right?

This bed is so soft.

So soft that it makes one want to wiggle around.

It would be great to do something very meaningful on this bed; that would be one of life's finest pleasures.

Little sister, don't be afraid, your brother won't do anything to you.

While he was indulging in pleasant fantasies, suddenly a light rebuke—

"Get up!"

Fang Yu was startled and sat up straight.

What a scare.

"Ah."

"What are you doing?" Fang Yu was getting annoyed. Wasn't it agreed that you wouldn't kick? You have a high-class education, how can you go back on your word!

Ye Wenjun said again, "Move to this side!"

"Huh?"

"Please wash your feet more thoroughly next time."

"—"

Fang Yu thoughtfully, but due to the lack of flexibility in his body, he couldn't reach his feet and muttered to himself, "They don't stink..."

"Although you are a martial artist... I, Ye Wenjun, will not easily submit. If you dare have any improper thoughts about me..." Ye Wenjun softly gritted her teeth but didn't finish saying.

Fang Yu slowly lay down.

One facing the wall, the other the ceiling.

"You, a woman... knowing that I am an extremely good martial artist, aren't you the least bit afraid?" Fang Yu said with a laugh.

"Afraid?"

Ye Wenjun paused for a moment, "Compared to that, I'm more worried about the Jin Family and the Zhao Family."

Fang Yu rolled his eyes, "I think you've always misunderstood me... If I could kill Nie Ning and Nie Wu, as well as more than thirty Hidden Dragon Guards, why would you still worry about the Jin Family and the Zhao Family?"

"Grandfather Zhong once told me. The three major families in Yanjing appear to be in a tripod formation, but in reality... the Jin Family is much stronger than you think. Because..."

Ye Wenjun stopped short.

"Because of the Lu Family?" Fang Yu continued.

A flicker of surprise crossed Ye Wenjun's mind, "You know?"

"The Lu Family is indeed very powerful."

"It's good that you know."

"But... not as powerful as me."

"..."