Chapter 16: Honestly, I Really Want to Hit Him

It was Shen Linglong who spoke.

Behind her stood Shen Qiushan and his wife. In addition, there was a young man dressed in a long robe.

As for this young man—how to put it—even though it's impolite to criticize someone's appearance, the distance between his eyes, which looked as though a taxi ride across would cost thirty yuan, was almost too much for Chu Fei to bear.

Yet the young man carried himself with full confidence, as if utterly unaware of how ugly he was.

He glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on Shen Miaoyu, his eyes brimming with lechery.

Chu Fei could barely restrain himself from slapping him.

No other reason—just that the sight of him was an affront to his own eyes!

But Shen Miaoyu grabbed Chu Fei’s sleeve, not wanting him to make a scene.

Cheng Kai, dissatisfied, chided, “Linglong, how can you say that about your sister?”

“Uncle Cheng, you might not know this, but that wretch has already been kicked out of our family!” Shen Linglong glanced at Shen Miaoyu with a face full of scorn.

At these words, the Cheng family was taken aback.

Cheng Kai, his voice dark and heavy, asked Shen Qiushan, “Qiushan, what does Linglong mean by this?”

“It’s nothing, Akai, just that Miaoyu had some disagreements with the family,” Jiang Hong said, not wanting to air the family’s dirty laundry, while Shen Qiushan remained silent, his face clouded.

But Shen Linglong wasn’t about to let the moment slip by. She exposed everything: “This shameless woman has no sense of decency! She had a marriage contract, but ran off to sleep with that filthy Taoist beside her, disgracing our family. Mother, how can you still defend such a brazen slut?”

“Linglong, she may be misguided, but she’s still your sister,” Jiang Hong sighed.

“I would never acknowledge a sister so promiscuous,” Shen Linglong sneered. “I don’t want anyone thinking I’m the same—a whore like her!”

Although the Ouyang family had been annihilated, Shen Miaoyu’s engagement to Ouyang Jue was well-known across the city.

So with just a few words, Shen Linglong painted Shen Miaoyu as a wanton woman, devoid of all shame!

The Cheng family exchanged uneasy glances.

They could hardly believe that the gentle, refined Shen Miaoyu they knew could have done something so disgraceful.

Cheng Kai looked at Shen Miaoyu, deeply disappointed. “Miaoyu, is what they say true? Did you really do something so outrageous?”

Shen Miaoyu could not defend herself. Though Shen Linglong had twisted the facts, it was true—she had slept with Chu Fei.

Seeing her expression, Cheng Kai gave a cold snort. “Get out. Our Cheng family does not welcome people like you. From this day forward, you have nothing to do with us!”

“What kind of people do you mean?” Chu Fei stepped forward, shielding Shen Miaoyu.

Shen Miaoyu stared at Chu Fei’s back, momentarily dazed.

Perhaps she had never expected that, when everyone else was denouncing and humiliating her—even her own family—it would be a man she had known for less than three days, who had slept with her three times, who would step up for her.

“You must be the man Shen Miaoyu fancies. What are you, anyway? Do you think you have the right to speak here?” Cheng Kai snapped.

Since when did a mere bodyguard dare to talk back to him?

“Are you talking to me?” Chu Fei pointed at himself, then replied cheerfully, “I’m your father!”

—When you’re out in the world, your identity is what you make of it.

Cheng Kai was furious. “You little bastard, do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Don’t you have any logic?” Chu Fei retorted. “I’m your father, so what does that make you?”

Cheng Kai, finally catching on, cursed, “You little shit, you must have a death wish!”

“Why are you swearing?” Chu Fei said disdainfully. “A man your age, and you can’t even control your temper? What, did you let your whole life go to the dogs?”

Three questions in a row, and Cheng Kai was about to explode.

Shen Qiushan immediately barked, “Enough! Chu Fei, this is not a place for your insolence!”

“Exactly! Who do you think you are, daring to talk back to Uncle Cheng?” Shen Linglong chimed in.

Chu Fei glanced at Shen Linglong.

Shen Linglong, frightened, hid behind the young man in the long robe.

The young man looked down on Chu Fei with scorn. “Don’t be afraid, Linglong. He’s just trash. If he dares to touch you, I’ll kill him.”

At this point, Cheng Kai could no longer contain himself and was about to call for bodyguards to seize Chu Fei.

But just then, alarms began to sound from the hospital bed.

Cheng Kai rushed forward. “How is my father?”

“It’s not good—the old master’s condition is worsening!”

“At this rate, his life is in danger!”

“Hurry, give him an adrenaline injection!”

The doctors and experts scrambled in panic. If someone as important as Cheng Wen were to die in their hospital, they’d be in big trouble.

“What’s the rush?”

The young man, still playing the part, declared, “As long as I’m here, he won’t die!”

But no one paid him any heed; everyone was preoccupied with saving the patient. Who had time for his posturing?

Unfazed, the young man continued, “You’re unable to save him because your skills are lacking. That doesn’t mean I can’t. If you don’t want the old man to die, get out of my way!”

In other words: step aside, I’m about to show off.

But the real question was—did anyone ask for his help?

Being ignored left the young man disgruntled, as if unable to properly show off.

Luckily, Shen Linglong quickly said, “Uncle Cheng, this is Ye Chen, the chief disciple of Doctor Lin. I specially asked him here to treat Grandpa Cheng!”

At last, someone acknowledged him.

“What, he’s Ye Chen—the prodigy doctor?” one expert exclaimed.

Another chimed in, “If he takes over, Old Master Cheng may yet be saved!”

Doctor Lin was renowned as the foremost physician in the province, and his chief disciple, Ye Chen, enjoyed an even wider reputation.

Even Cheng Kai had heard of him, though he hadn’t expected Shen Linglong to bring him.

As it happened, Ye Chen and Shen Linglong had been classmates in school—he had always fawned over her.

When Shen Linglong learned of Cheng Wen’s grave illness, a single phone call brought Ye Chen to her aid.

“Please, Doctor Ye, do your best to save him. The Cheng family will be eternally grateful!” Cheng Kai said, bowing respectfully.

Ye Chen ignored Cheng Kai and turned to Shen Linglong. “Linglong, I’m not doing this for the Cheng family, but for you. I still remember the candy you gave me back in school—it was so sweet.”

“Thank you, Brother Chen!” Shen Linglong replied with feigned emotion, shooting a look of disdain at Shen Miaoyu.

See? Even the men who chase after me are renowned doctors. Unlike you, who could only find a powerless Taoist.

Shen Miaoyu, you were always fated to be beneath my feet!

After his declaration, Ye Chen strode confidently to Cheng Kai. “You frogs in the well, watch closely—open your dog eyes! I, the Divine Doctor, am about to perform the Spiritfire Divine Acupuncture!”

“What? He actually knows the Spiritfire Divine Acupuncture!”

“So young—how did he master such a profound technique?”

“Could he really be a genius? I’m the dean of this hospital and I’d be honored to become his disciple!”

Bathed in the praise of the crowd, Ye Chen finally felt in his element.

Yes, this was the feeling—exhilarating.

Only Chu Fei felt a crawling discomfort—he wanted nothing more than to punch the man, so intolerable was his presence!