Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Chapter 70: “Do You Have Androphobia? Perfect, I’m an Old Chinese Doctor!”

“Can I go now?” Ji Menglan asked coldly, avoiding looking at Jiang Che, fearing she might lose her temper again.

“Go?” Jiang Che laughed. Did she really think she could just walk away after attempting to assassinate him? “Are you really asking me to let you go? Maybe if you ask nicely, I might actually let you go.”

“Please let me go...” Ji Menglan bit her teeth, forcing out words that she found humiliating.

“Is that how you ask for a favor?”

“Please, I beg you, let me go...” She repeated her plea, her tone softer and her attitude much improved.

“Unfortunately, I cannot,” Jiang Che said, seeming to enjoy her discomfort.

“You... you bastard!” Ji Menglan exploded in anger, cursing him.

Jiang Che ignored her and went to his cupboard, rummaging through it. He soon pulled out a medical instrument, typically used as a prop in his play sessions with Ah Qing, but now it seemed to have another use.

“What are you doing with that?” Ji Menglan asked, looking at the medical instrument in Jiang Che’s hand, a hint of fear in her voice as she thought of unpleasant possibilities.

“I’m not going to do anything... You have androphobia, right? Well, it happens I’m an old Chinese doctor, I can treat you,” Jiang Che said with a grin, revealing his white teeth.

He possessed the legendary “Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles,” which fueled his desire to help others.

...

“I will kill you, Jiang Che!” Ji Menglan glared at him coldly, thoroughly infuriated by his actions. “You’d better kill me now, or I swear I’ll kill you!” Her eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

“Why make such a fuss when you’re sick? I’m just trying to help you,” Jiang Che said, shaking his head in misunderstanding. He thought he was offering a free treatment, but she seemed ungrateful.

He then tied her to a chair with a rope and lay down on his bed, preparing to sleep. Ji Menglan was left cursing silently, as Jiang Che had sealed her mute acupoint before falling asleep.

...

The next morning, Ah Qing arrived to check if Jiang Che was awake, as was her daily routine. She was shocked to find another woman in his room, tied to a chair.

Ji Menglan tried to shout, but no sound came out.

Jiang Che woke up and yawned.

“Who is this sister, young master? Why is she tied up in your bedroom?” Ah Qing asked curiously.

Hearing this, Ye Chen’s fists clenched, and a murderous aura enveloped him. His intent to seek revenge was palpable.

“Thank you, sister. I’ll go settle accounts with them now,” he said, ready to end the call.

“Wait,” Gu Yunqi interjected. “Is the Lin Corporation incident because of you?”

“If I say it wasn’t me, would you believe me?” Ye Chen asked bitterly.

“I understand. You can go now,” she said, hanging up. At this point, whether Ye Chen was responsible or not no longer mattered.

...

Ye Chen pulled out a porcelain bottle from his canvas bag, containing Heavenly Fragrance Jade Dew Pill. Looking at the two remaining pills inside, he didn’t hesitate to swallow one and began meditating to refine the pill’s power.

Three hours later, Ye Chen opened his eyes leisurely. “I’ve recovered most of my strength. This should be enough to deal with the Chen and Wang families.”

After acquainting himself with the strength in his body, Ye Chen left and took a taxi straight to the Chen family’s residence.

At the Chen family mansion, a family banquet was underway, with dozens of family members present. Chen Xiong, the current patriarch, sat at the head of the table, basking in the adoration of his descendants.

“Grandpa, how did our Chen family really make its fortune?” a curious teenage boy asked his grandfather.

Chen Xiong’s smile faltered, and his face underwent several changes. “Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t!” a middle-aged man scolded the boy, then turned to Chen Xiong, trying to appease him. “Dad, Jiayou is just a child, don’t take his words to heart.”

The middle-aged man was aware of the rumors about how the Chen family made their fortune. Whether they were true or not, he wasn’t sure, but he knew their wealth was built on unrighteous gains.

Chen Xiong sighed deeply, his face no longer showing the cheerful demeanor from before. The truth about how the Chen family rose to power and the origin of their initial wealth was something only he knew. But he couldn’t reveal it, for doing so might lead to the family’s ruin.

The atmosphere became somber, and no one spoke until a voice broke the silence.

“Chen family head, you really know how to enjoy yourself...” Ye Chen had appeared at the doorway, his face twisted into a cruel smile.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?” the middle-aged man who had previously spoken stood up angrily, questioning Ye Chen.

“Who am I?” Ye Chen’s laugh, cruel and terrifying, sent chills through the Chen family members. “Has the honorable family head forgotten what he did seven years ago?”

“What do you mean?” Chen Xiong asked, frowning.

“Seven years ago, you thought you destroyed the Ye family with a fire, leaving no evidence behind. But you didn’t expect someone to survive, did you?”

“You... You are...” Chen Xiong’s face paled, filled with fear.