Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Hearing Ye Wenjun's voice, Fang Yu's heart wavered.

This… is it really going to be like this?

Fang Yu had faced countless women... every type had once surrounded him. But he had never been moved. The only one he hadn't met was a woman like Ye Wenjun... a woman with a personality etched into her very bones.

"Fang Yu..."

Just as he was lost in thought, Ye Wenjun suddenly opened her eyes, regaining some consciousness. The pain throughout her body made it impossible for her to pay attention to what was in front of her.

"Wenjun, I'm here." Fang Yu grabbed her hand.

"It's cold, so cold..."

Fang Yu held her in his arms and whispered, "You have too much Primordial Qi, and you possess a Yin Body... The only way to save you is..."

He paused, leaving his sentence unfinished.

Ye Wenjun furrowed her brows, glancing at him with her limited consciousness.

Fang Yu, cradling her shoulders, asked softly, "Are you mentally prepared?"

After a long wait, Ye Wenjun whispered in his ear.

Energy surged through his body.

He placed his hand on Ye Wenjun's body... Ye Wenjun shuddered but did not resist, eventually passing out.

"Cold, so cold..."

No need to wait anymore...

If one were to ask what is the most wonderful moment in the world? Fang Yu would definitely answer... it is this moment.

...

Night fell, and the courtyard was in silence.

With no interest in looking back through the blossoming bushes, half is for the cultivation, half is for you.

The entire Ye Family villa was in a quiet state.

The people of the Ye Family were mostly in deep sleep.

...

The night passed.

A ray of morning sunlight fell through the window.

Fang Yu blissfully opened his eyes, reaching out his hand and found nothing... Huh? Where's my wife?

He looked to the right, but there was no sign of Ye Wenjun.

Don't tell me... last night was just a dream?

But the dream felt so real.

He slowly sat up and turned his head... Huh, what is this...

"It wasn't a dream after all!"

Fang Yu murmured to himself, a smug expression on his face, "The fallen petals are not heartless things, they turn into the spring mud that nourishes the flowers."

Squeak.

The door opened.

The Maid walked in with cleaning tools and a towel, strutting in.

Seeing Fang Yu still in bed, she said, "Son-in-law, remember to exercise restraint..."

"Uh?"

Fang Yu glared, "Don't you have any manners? Don't you know to knock first?"

"Son-in-law, I did knock for quite a while," the Maid responded innocently.

"Was I sleeping that heavily?" Fang Yu scratched his head.

The Maid laughed, "It's normal... but you do have a robust True Body..." she said, as her gaze fell on Fang Yu's body.

"Hey, what the heck! You female hooligan! Get out of here!" Fang Yu grabbed his clothes to cover his body.

Although his manhood wasn't small, it wasn't for just anyone to see.

The Maid spread her hands, ready to leave, when Fang Yu said: "Where is Ye Wenjun?"

"Son-in-law, it's already ten o'clock. The young miss went to work early. Also... at nine o'clock, a girl came looking for you, calling herself Xu Zhaopei, claiming to be your fiancée. The gatekeeper chased her away," the Maid said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then said:

"Why did you chase her away?"

"Ah? So she is?" The Maid looked surprised.

"Don't overthink it, she just helped me once... How does the saying go? Eat what others provide, and touch what others offer, I have to take responsibility," Fang Yu said.

"..."

The Maid frowned slightly upon hearing this, "Isn't it supposed to be 'eat someone else's food and speak well of them, take someone else's hand and work for them'?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... that's the phrase! You're much better than that servant downstairs, being educated really makes a difference." Fang Yu said.

"..."

Seeing her still standing there, Fang Yu said: "There's nothing left for you here, you can go out now."

"Yes, young master. I'll come back later to clean the room."

...

After changing his clothes, Fang Yu stretched leisurely, still feeling relaxed.

The room was clean and tidy, as it always was by the end of the day.

Such a clean freak, huh? Cleaning so thoroughly every day, isn't it tiring?

Fang Yu looked around, realizing this was Wenjun's boudoir that he had yet to properly explore.

Therefore, driven by curiosity, Fang Yu started to look around.

Shoe cabinets, storage rooms, a desk...

Decorations, wall paintings, a liquor cabinet.

All of them were high-end, expensive items.

"Talk about extravagant, these rich people deserve some slashing! Wait, I'm rich now too, aren't I cursing myself as well?"

Fang Yu scratched his head and approached the wardrobe.

Pushing it open—

"Huh."

Fang Yu was momentarily stunned.

Is this some kind of OCD?

Before his eyes hung a uniform collection of tank top nightgowns, all of the same style and color!

"I was wondering if she ever changed her clothes!"

This perfectly matched Ye Wenjun's single-mindedness—a trait that evidently extended to her lifestyle and clothes.

Of course, only for her intimate garments.

After satisfying his curiosity,

Fang Yu moved to the desk.

"Huh? Where's my sketch?"

He searched through bookshelves, folders, but couldn't find it.

He simply sat down.

At that moment, Fang Yu noticed the drawer was open.

"Not locked?"

"What's this?"

Fang Yu pulled a notebook from the drawer, taken aback, "A diary?"

This was a surprise.

In the noisy city, with restless hearts, he didn't expect Ye Wenjun to have the habit of writing in a diary.

But...

Wouldn't it be too unethical to read someone's diary?

Fang Yu hesitated, then decided to put the diary back.

"Maybe just a quick peek?"

"Just one glance..."

Fang Yu steeled his heart, discarded any semblance of shame, and began to read.

At the beginning were some trivial company matters, nothing interesting.

He flipped directly to the day they met—

"July 25th, sunny.

I finally met that man to whom I am betrothed. I think I must have committed some misdeeds in my past life to meet such a person. He is terrible, so bad that I find him intolerable..."

"July 31st, overcast.

Great-grandfather is sick... He is the closest family member to me. I don't want him to leave."

"July 32nd (Supplement for the 31st), overcast.

"That disgusting man saved great-grandfather... Why has he suddenly changed from before? Could it all be an act?"

"August 1st, sunny. I witnessed the most unforgettable scene of my life, the air was filled with the stench of blood, the smell of decay, and the buzzing of flies. What exactly happened last night? Was all of it his doing?"

"August 10th, partly cloudy. We went to the nursing home together. I can't understand how someone who wouldn't spend money on designer clothes could actually donate all their money so willingly."

"August 11th, he looks carefree, but always carries a heavy burden..."