Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Drink good wine, catch up on old times, before you know it, the sky has gone dark. Fang Yu, caught in the moment, inevitably drank a few too many, feeling dizzy.

It's not that he can't handle his liquor; rather, it's the ambience, the emotions, and the timing, all conspiring to bring about this comfortably dizzy sensation. Lost in a haze, all worries are thrown to the back of the mind. No wonder people say that alcohol drowns your sorrows. Alcohol is the brain's best resort for forgetting troubles.

Saying goodbye to old brothers, Fang Yu swaggered home.

Upon arriving outside the villa and seeing no one around, he relieved himself against the fence by the roadside and muttered to himself, "Who has such poor manners to relieve themselves anywhere..."

He turned around, walked in a haze, until he reached the front door.

Seeing a pile of messy stuff, he frowned and said, "Eh? Whose stuff is this, and why does it look so familiar?"

He bent over, flipped through it a couple of times, and then was shocked. Isn't this my robe? Isn't this my package? Who the hell had the nerve to throw my stuff out?

Ding-a-ling—

His phone rang, Fang Yu pulled it out, and his eyes narrowed at the infuriating text message:

"Stinky hooligan, country bumpkin, don't bother coming back if you're going to return this late! Jiang Xiaoxiao."

This little brat is out of control.

He knew Jiang Xiaoxiao lived on the second floor, and was about to call out to her to come down and have a reasonable talk, but there was no need to shout; Jiang Xiaoxiao, with her braids, turned on the light at the second floor and stuck her head out.

"Xiaoxiao, your sister and I have a proper employment contract. It's so unreasonable for you to throw my things out like this."

Jiang Xiaoxiao poked out her tongue at him and said, "I didn't fire you, I just threw out your dirty stuff; it's not a breach of contract, my sister won't blame me."

"Well, you need to open the door for me at least. There are so many female hooligans outside, I'm worried about getting into trouble..." Fang Yu said.

"Pfft—just sleep outside then. Look at the stars and contemplate your life if nothing else."

Slam!

The window closed.

So did the curtains.

"Hey, hey, hey—"

No matter how much Fang Yu shouted, there was no more response from Jiang Xiaoxiao.

...

Sigh, goodness is taken advantage of indeed.

He could only wait for Jiang Wei to return now.

With no other choice, Fang Yu sorted out a few decent items from the pile, along with an old pillow, and went across to the garden in front of the villa.

Alone, he went to the park, found a long bench, and lay down to sleep. Thinking to himself, 'as the Iron Fist King, to end up sleeping in a park—anyone who doesn't know better might mistake me for a beggar.'

"Granny, that little beggar looks so pitiful!"

Just as Fang Yu lay down, he heard a naive voice nearby, and felt angry in his heart—it's late at night, it's fine if you can't see clearly, but how can you arbitrarily speak like that? He turned to look in the direction of the voice.

An old grandma with a hunched figure was pulling her grandson, pointing at Fang Yu and said, "So young, and with both feet and hands intact, but to not find a job and instead be a beggar. Grandson, you must never be like him; you have to work hard and make something of yourself, otherwise today's him will be your future!"

"Damn it. What's so bad about being me?" Fang Yu sat up abruptly, glaring.

The grandmother trembled, clearly frightened, and briskly walked away with her grandson.

"Ah, this beggar is also mentally unstable. Grandson, let's go quickly!"

"——"

...

At eleven o'clock at night.

Jiang Wei finally finished her work and appeared at the front door driving a Volkswagen.

She entered the house without looking back.

Jiang Wei, who is very strict with her work, also treats her private life at home with the same rigor.

Since it was very late, Jiang Wei specifically went to check on Jiang Xiaoxiao's room; the girl had already fallen into a deep sleep. Then she tiptoed carefully and closed the door softly, heading downstairs to the kitchen.

She casually prepared a late-night snack and was about to eat when suddenly, with a click, the door eerily opened.

Recently, Jiang Wei had been sleeping poorly, always anxious. A few times while driving to work, she felt as though someone was following her.

Hearing the door open, a surge of apprehension tightened in Jiang Wei's chest—

If the intruder happened to break in at this moment...

Jiang Wei's heart leaped to her throat. She set aside her late-night snack and swiftly moved to the living room, turning off the lights, ready for a fight.

Tap tap tap—

Sure enough, a figure sneaked in.

But the figure moved like a night cat, spotting Jiang Wei hiding in the dark instantly, and in the blink of an eye, he was upon her.

"Hel—"

Before she could finish crying out for help, the intruder's large hand covered her cherry lips.

"Shh, it's me, Fang Yu."

"It's you?" Jiang Wei was both embarrassed and enraged. "Let go! Release me right now!"

"Oh."

The moment Fang Yu released his grip, he sensed a slap coming at him in the darkness.

"You pervert, where are you touching?"

Whoosh!

Fang Yu, using the sound to gauge her position, raised his hand to block Jiang Wei's delicate slap. Only then did he realize his other hand had accidentally groped her butt.

No wonder it felt squishy.

"Ha, my bad, an accident."

Snap—the lights came on.

"How did you get in?" Jiang Wei, still in shock, became completely infuriated by Fang Yu's brazenness.

"I was hungry and smelled something good, so I just walked in... Don't give me that look, are you talking about that door? That lock might stop cats and dogs, but how could it possibly stop me..."

If looks could kill,

Fang Yu would have died a million times by now.

Realizing he misspoke, Fang Yu saw a pancake on the table, his eyes lit up, and before the furious Jiang Wei could stop him, he grabbed the last slice.

Munch munch—

He ate more than half in one bite.

"Mmm, it's soft, tastes pretty good too. Just slightly overcooked, would've been perfect with some hot sauce."

As if that weren't enough, he picked up Jiang Wei's personal glass and unreservedly drank the wine.

At this point, Jiang Wei's patience was completely shattered.

"You—" She was so angry she couldn't even speak. If it weren't for the fact that Fang Yu had saved her life in the past, she would have kicked him out already!

Fang Yu licked his fingers, seemingly longing for more, "Your timing is impeccable. Your sister threw my stuff out, I figured I'd wait till you got back to come in, see how gentlemanly and polite I am?"

"Pfft!"

Jiang Wei's last shred of a positive impression dissipated at that moment. "If you continue like this, I will have to ask you to leave."

"Stop joking!" Fang Yu, thick-skinned and immune to scalding like a dead pig, retorted, "I'm not leaving."

Jiang Wei's beautiful eyes glared fiercely, her teeth clenching with rage.

This scoundrel was shameless, but what if he got angry and hit her? If he was really a psycho, what would she do then?

"How can I get you to leave? I really don't want to see you today," Jiang Wei tried to suppress her rage.

"I have nowhere else to go," Fang Yu said.

"Then stay outside for a night."

"I have no money."

"I'll give you money!"

"I object." Fang Yu raised his hand, stating gravely, "I strongly object! My dignity tells me that you are insulting me."

Shameless, wanting money and dignity too, why don't you just ascend to heaven?