Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

PS: I made a revision to the content of the previous chapter. Ye Wenjun got angry because the woman had mocked her first, which I unintentionally left out. It's a mega chapter of over 3000 words — Asking for votes...

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Ye Wenjun had no idea that her words just hit the woman's sore spot. Seeing the man beside the woman staring at her, she realized this yellow-faced wife has lost her charm. Men like him, with just a slight temptation from the outside world, would easily fall.

"This fine gentleman, you look so handsome. When might you be free to have tea together?" Ye Wenjun changed the subject and addressed the middle-aged man.

Damn, she's playing that card?

Fang Yu could sense that Ye Wenjun was up to something!

The middle-aged man wasn't foolish. Seeing a beautiful woman squabbling with his wife, and her proposition, he couldn't help but smile: "Young lady, we did indeed decide to buy this necklace first. How about this: you let us have the necklace, and I'll treat you to a cup of tea as an apology, what do you say?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman was livid. She found Ye Wenjun extremely distasteful and couldn't believe her husband was being so accommodating, even offering to buy her tea!

"Buy her tea? Why doesn't she just drop dead?!" the middle-aged woman spat venomously.

"I never fail to get what I want to buy!" said Ye Wenjun with a cold gaze.

Seeing Ye Wenjun's domineering side left Fang Yu somewhat inebriated. Besides, this old hag's words were too harsh, and she was the one who started it.

"Vixen, if I don't corner you here today, I'll crawl out of this place!" The middle-aged woman clapped her hands twice, and immediately two or three bodyguards entered the room.

Upon seeing this, Ye Wenjun didn't call for her Hidden Dragon Guards but cast a sideways glance at Fang Yu.

As if waiting.

Seeing this, Fang Yu couldn't help but shake his head.

Women are as unpredictable as a needle at the seabed.

Who asked you to be my wife!

Fang Yu suddenly stood up—

"My goodness, I never imagined in my lifetime I'd see the 'Sapphire Night' necklace! Wow, it's truly beautiful; a miraculous masterpiece."

This left everyone stunned for three seconds.

Where did this idiot spring from?

Fang Yu, with shining eyes, stared at the necklace: "I'm buying this necklace! I want to give it to the most beautiful woman, the one I love the most—"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

As expected, Fang Yu immediately took out his bank card, handed it to the sales associate, and said: "Please hurry and wrap it up, I don't want the goddess in my heart to wait anxiously! Only she is worthy of this necklace, any other vulgar makeup would only tarnish the 'Sapphire Night'."

Upon hearing this,

Ye Wenjun's beautiful eyes widened slightly, wondering what act he was putting on.

But the middle-aged woman turned red with rage, what does he mean by saying that any other vulgar makeup would tarnish the Sapphire Night!

Is it a must to belittle others while complimenting someone?

So infuriating!

The sales associate, dumbfounded, took the bank card, shocked inside.

While she hesitated, Fang Yu's voice rang out again: "The 'Sapphire Night' is the creation of the French designer Arthur; it was inspired by his longing for his daughter on a full moon night. Thus, he personally designed this necklace to express his yearning for his family. Am I right?"

The salesperson was greatly shocked.

Because there were many versions of the inspiration behind this necklace, but no one knew its true origin. However, what Fang Yu said was a secret known only by a few senior executives in the company. Even the salesperson had only learned about it by chance when the general manager mentioned it!

Unexpectedly, this unimpressive-looking man had actually spoken about it.

Upon hearing Fang Yu blather on with his boastful demeanor, the middle-aged woman could not hold back any longer and loudly berated: "What kind of trash do you think you are?!"

Turning to face the middle-aged woman who had scolded him, Fang Yu scratched his head and carefully regarded her with a playful gleam and a hint of a smile in his eyes: "Auntie, based on my observations, you often suffer from insomnia, which is why your skin is so dry and coarse, and your body has accumulated a fair amount of toxins. That's why you occasionally get a blackhead or two on your nose, or maybe a pimple or two on your neck that you consider a youthful beauty spot... Moreover, your wide body and plump figure can't pull off the 'Sapphire Night'; doing so would just make you a laughingstock by trying too hard to imitate a beauty..."

"—"

The middle-aged woman's face went from initial anger to the brink of exploding. A fury in her heart could no longer be contained, and she was ready to slap someone.

Calmly smiling, Fang Yu said: "Auntie, it seems you don't understand 'Sapphire Night'... 'Sapphire Night' symbolizes purity and friendliness. Its design detail was crafted by Mr. Arthur based on his daughter, and coincidentally, Mr. Arthur's daughter happens to be one of the rare beauties in the world with a golden-ratio figure... In other words, only a perfect figure, height, waist, bust, and even skin tone all must match the philosophy of 'Sapphire Night' in order to bring out its shine. Otherwise, it will make a joke of the wearer... Imagine how ridiculous it would be for a fat person clothed in a burlap sack trying to wear slim-fitting gorgeous garments? Of course, I'm not insulting you by calling you fat, you can also picture how awkward and out-of-place a beggar adorned with gold and silver receives alms while kneeling down, right?"

The middle-aged woman's face was flushed red with embarrassment.

Truth be told, she was never well-educated.

From the beginning, she was irked by Ye Wenjun's term "nouveau riche," and the dispute between them persisted.

Now here came a young man, eloquently discussing the inspiration and design details of 'Sapphire Night.' The uneducated woman listened in a daze.

The content of his words that disparaged her made her angry.

She trembled with rage.

"I've always been looking for a 'Sapphire Night' to give to the most beautiful woman I know, and I didn't expect to encounter one today. With that said, aunty, are you still planning to compete with me for it?"

The middle-aged woman stood still, revealing a hesitant expression. If she bought it, she would look foolish; if she did not, she wouldn't be able to vent her anger.

"Are you asking for a beating?" The middle-aged woman could no longer restrain herself and finally erupted! "Beat him up! Just don't kill him, I'll cover all the medical expenses!"

At her command, three bodyguards behind her charged forward.

Upon seeing this scene, Ye Wenjun's mouth was slightly agape, knowing that Fang Yu wouldn't be at a disadvantage, but seeing the situation escalate to physical violence seemed too much.

She felt somewhat guilty.

Since when had she become so capricious?

At this moment,

Fang Yu remained calm and unfazed.

As the three men charged at him, Fang Yu raised his hand, and it was three Golden Needles.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The needles were thrown and then pulled out.

As if they hadn't been moved at all.

The three bodyguards burst into loud laughter!

"Useless, what are you laughing at? Hurry up and beat him!" The middle-aged woman was seething with anger.

Unfortunately, those three bodyguards couldn't stop laughing at all.

"What am I feeding you for!" The middle-aged woman, infuriated, kicked the three of them away and raised her hand to slap Fang Yu.

Fang Yu, with quick eyes and hands, pricked her with a Golden Needle.

The middle-aged woman, just like her bodyguard, burst into uproarious laughter.

They couldn't stop laughing.

The woman's husband was completely dumbfounded.

"Keep telling you not to argue... always so stubborn, is it shameful enough?!" The man, instead of helping his wife, started scolding her.

At the entrance, onlookers started to gather around.

"Who is this, laughing so heartily?"

"A nutcase. Look at the gold necklace on her neck, looks like a dog's chain. Total nouveau riche!"

"Yeah, seriously lacking class, in such an elegant place and yet not caring about her image."

Hearing the passerby's comments, the woman laughed until tears came out, but she simply couldn't stop.

Her husband felt ashamed and pulled her away, the bodyguard also scrambled woefully and followed suit.

Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction, this Laughing Acupoint, unless he releases it, she'll laugh for at least three days.

Three days without eating or sleeping, if she doesn't die, she'll be half dead.

Seeing the middle-aged woman flee, the sales associate had no choice but to target Fang Yu and praised him: "Sir, you really know so much. You truly are an artist in the jewelry industry!"

The sales associate wrapped up the 'Night of Lapis Lazuli' and handed it to Fang Yu.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Fang Yu picked up the 'Night of Lapis Lazuli,' removed the packaging, turned around, and approached Ye Wenjun with sincere words, "Please accept my most sincere gift, beautiful miss!"

"——"

The onlookers were shocked!

The most beautiful woman he spoke of, his favorite woman, was her?!

He really was willing to give this necklace worth half a million to this woman?!

Fang Yu, holding the 'Night of Lapis Lazuli,' awaited Ye Wenjun's acceptance.

Wenjun, with an indifferent face, made no move, feeling Fang Yu's actions were simply too childish and laughable, as if accepting the necklace would show her intelligence to be as low as his.

Seeing no response from her, Fang Yu took the initiative and placed the necklace around Ye Wenjun's neck.

Ye Wenjun was stunned.

She didn't object?

Fang Yu felt a secret thrill of joy inside him. After placing the necklace, the Ye Wenjun before him seemed even more striking.

Shining stars.

Radiantly stunning.

Already possessing an ethereal aura, the wearing of the 'Night of Lapis Lazuli' was like the finishing touch to a dragon-painting; her elegance and grace highlighted for all to see.

This is no mere mortal!

This is a celestial fairy descended to the mortal realm!

Fang Yu was entranced.

The onlookers were just as enchanted.

However, Ye Wenjun, still wearing an indifferent expression, was unconcerned.

"Let's go!"

As she turned to leave, a trace of joy flashed across her face—

"Say, wife, can I ask a favor?" Fang Yu hastily said.

"What is it?"

"This necklace cost me half a million, and you know my salary is just that much. And that money was exchanged with the lives of my good brothers; can you cover it for me? You may not understand my feelings right now, but it's like I'm experiencing a heart-piercing despair!"

"Are you using my money to buy a gift for myself?" Ye Wenjun retorted.

"Look, wife... Hey, don't run away!"

Before he could finish, Ye Wenjun's pace unexpectedly quickened.

What kind of CEO is this!

It's clearly a scoundrel!

Fang Yu felt a tearless cry rise inside him.

As a poor man, furious and helpless, he cursed inwardly, the rich still exploit the common people, no humanity!

He could only take out his phone and dial Chen Daotian's number.

"Chen Daotian, lend me a million."

The person on the other end of the phone jumped up immediately.

"Holy shit, Yu bro, my dear brother... every time you ask me for something, why is it always so casual? A million, why don't you just rob a bank?!"

"Cut the crap! The last time you caught Qin Wan, the S-class mission, the bounty you handed over was about two million, right?" Fang Yu said fiercely.

"I won't give it! No matter what you say this time, I won't!"

"Really not giving?"

"I, Chen Daotian, keep my word. If I give it to you, I'll call you dad!" Chen Daotian said earnestly.

Fang Yu shrugged, "Alright... then I'll just have to kick your rank on the leaderboard tonight!"

"Pff, you're ranked fifth, higher ranks can't kick lower ranks," Chen Daotian laughed.

"Idiot! If I deliberately lose my rank, isn't it just a matter of minutes?"

"..."

Chen Daotian was stunned, standing completely still, his brain also ceased to function at that moment.

After a long while, Fang Yu heard a gentle voice on the phone—

"Dad, is a million enough?"