Starting from his wrists all the way up to the roots of his neck, Feng Yinchen broke out in a layer of goosebumps, making no effort to disguise his disgust, which was no different from swallowing a fly.
“What did you just call me?” Feng Yinchen quickly extended a hand, making a gesture to halt him.
“Even though I’ve barely agreed to your marriage with Zhile, you are still not permitted to address me casually alongside the kids.”
So disgusting, so disgusting!
Feng Yinchen said, “Every time you see me, just don’t say anything to me, that’ll do.”
Say nothing? Then am I supposed to talk to the air?
Talk to the heavens, talk to the earth?
Thinking of the wedding that was about to be scheduled into the plan, Xiao Junyao decided to let it go. At least this person had done one human deed, so his attitude in speaking instantly became as tight-lipped as gold.
Talking more leads to mistakes.
“Then how should I express my gratitude?”
Xiao Junyao simply faced Yu Se directly. “Doctor Yu doesn’t seem to be from a public hospital. I heard from Elder Young Master Feng that you own a small private hospital. How about I help you renovate and expand it?”
Feng Yinchen: “I already selected this option long ago, go pick something else!”
Xiao Junyao asked, “Then shall I gift a full set of equipment?”
The person who had constantly been picking faults with Xiao Junyao suddenly seemed triggered by a switch, deliberately and exaggeratedly slapping the other person’s shoulder with a heavy smack that almost made the man stagger.
“Good! You finally had your uses for once, Old Xiao, leave it to you!”
Old Xiao…
Feng Yinchen turned around to greet Yu Se, “Let’s go, there are three locations prepared as potential sites for your new hospital; you have to go take a look in person.”
This execution speed was bound to be a bit too fast!
Yu Se remembered he had supposedly only mentioned it yesterday, yet today the sites were already selected. Yu Se couldn’t help suspecting that the other party had actually started making preparations long ago, just waiting for him to take the bait proactively.
With no other choice, Yu Se nodded in farewell to Xiao Junyao, urged twice by Feng Yinchen who was walking ahead, and hurriedly chased after him.
Xiao Junyao had always assumed that Feng Yinchen possessed a natural microscope built into his eyes. Like a gander, he looked down on everyone as smaller than himself, daring to stretch his neck and pick a fight with anyone regardless of their actual strength.
Commonly known as being blind to everyone else.
After observation, however, Xiao Junyao arrived at an entirely different conclusion.
The arrogant Feng Yinchen seemed to treat Yu Se with exceptional distinction.
Hmm.
Relying on his unique insight cultivated through sweeping across the business world, Xiao Junyao was certain, and extremely certain of this.
Whenever Feng Yinchen looked at Yu Se, the pride and aloofness in his gaze would completely undergo a qualitative transformation.
Transforming into…
Xiao Junyao translated this matter into an alternate form and spoke of it indirectly to Feng Zhile.
Feng Zhile’s attitude toward Feng Yinchen hovered between awe and fear. Before the accident involving his parents, the entire Feng family relied entirely on Feng Yinchen’s management, let alone the fact that all three brothers were entirely dependent on Feng Yinchen’s shelter.
Yet fortunately, he was about to move out of that house and enter a brand-new stage of life.
Feng Zhile knew his uncle never minced words and guessed Xiao Junyao must have suffered from the other party’s cold mockery.
Trying to console him, he said, “Actually, you can think of it this way.”
“Uncle is only twenty-six years old this year, just seven years older than me. He’s bound to have some immature traits, naturally incomparable to your seasoned maturity and steadiness. Just bear with him more and don’t stoop to his level.”
Xiao Junyao: “…”
Xiao Junyao: “!!!!!!”
Are you implying that I, a dignified, mature, and steady man, am being ridden on the head and crushed every single day by someone who isn’t even thirty years old?!
“And your eldest brother is older than him by several years too!!”
“There’s nothing else for it.” Feng Zhile shrugged while packing his belongings. “My uncle is much younger than my parents to begin with. When we were sent over for him to raise, he wasn’t all that old himself.”
“But my uncle is a genius, especially in business. Among our Feng family relatives, he is the one who developed the enterprise best, and the only one at that.”
“Most importantly, my uncle possesses a permanently youthful face. If I didn’t tell you, you wouldn’t even be able to guess his age at all.”
“No wonder, no wonder.” Everything was explained.
“No wonder he always wears an aloof, arrogant expression.”
Turns out he was spoiled rotten by the family as a proud son of heaven since childhood.
Feng Yinchen drove Yu Se around to inspect three selected plots of land suitable for opening a hospital. Every single location was meticulously chosen; whether in terms of traffic convenience or the surrounding environment, they were all exceptionally good choices.
In the end, Yu Se selected a three-story building close to a park. Because male childbirth existed as a rare anomaly compared to females, he could both receive new patients and reserve time for clinical research, while also appropriately keeping a portion of living space.
To reiterate the old saying, after a person passes through the gates of death, subtle shifts occur in their perception of life’s mysteries and their positioning in life.
He was going to continue saving lives and healing the wounded, but he needed to save himself first.
On this point, Feng Yinchen’s opinion coincided seamlessly with his, which was why the hospital’s scale wasn’t exaggeratedly large, but rather precisely sized for Yu Se to manage and study without becoming overly exhausted.
Most importantly, he wanted to avoid giving Yu Se psychological burdens. After all, excessive provision appeared overly suspicious, and boiling a frog in warm water also required a gradual process.
That was why Feng Yinchen employed a roundabout strategy; the moment Yu Se selected the final site, Feng Yinchen immediately placed a call to his lawyer.
When the lawyer rushed over covered in dust, Feng Yinchen took a stack of documents from the other person’s hands and said solemnly, “I actually bought all three of these locations long ago as real estate investments, I just hadn’t encountered a suitable project until now.”
“Doctor Yu’s medical skills are exquisite, and opening a hospital carries high profitability, so leaving the location to you is done to secure higher dividends in return.”
The heartstrings that Yu Se had kept tightly wound finally relaxed.
Previously, Xiao Lin hadn’t helped Yu Se open a private hospital for the sake of dividends; thus, the moment Yu Se lost his utility value, he was discarded cleanly and decisively.
As long as profit ties were involved, Feng Yinchen wouldn’t easily abandon this property. Moreover, the promise he made earlier about becoming Yu Se’s brand-new backer was even less of a verbal joke.
Yu Se glanced at the dividend ratio outlined in the contract, finding it exceptionally ideal, and immediately signed and pressed his fingerprint without a second word.
While Yu Se was busy coordinating with the lawyer, Feng Yinchen’s gaze enveloped the other person completely.
Doctor Yu looked exceedingly pleasant when he smiled. Just like how he was always sunny, confident, and tranquil as bamboo, any haze would detour around him, and even fine dust wouldn’t dare stain the pristine sleeves of Yu Se’s white coat.
Feng Yinchen found himself growing even more obsessed with the present Yu Se.
God knew how intensely stimulating those descriptions in the novel were, depicting scenes where Doctor Yu was soiled.
Feng Yinchen’s emotions toward Yu Se were exceptionally complex. At present, it seemed he didn’t simply want to sleep with Doctor Yu in a straightforward manner.
Within the tacky, low-brow literary title Ninety-Nine Nights of Forcing Love on Doctor Yu, there existed one vital word.
That word was force or rather, pamper/coax.
Yet this pampering mostly had to be realized in bed, while another portion lay in how to gradually soften the other person’s solid defenses.
To describe it, it felt somewhat akin to a strategy game: if you sleep with someone solely for the sake of sleeping with them, the only thing getting any pleasure is your dick.
If you simultaneously conquer the NPC’s heart as well, the pleasure extends far beyond just the dick.
Feng Yinchen instantly conceived a brand-new idea.
Pushing the plot forward along the novel’s storyline, the moment Doctor Yu sinks into surrender, he would directly cash in all the overdue bed scenes in one fell swoop!
Feng Yinchen crooked a finger at Yu Se, who was currently wiping his fingers.
“Doctor Yu must be tired too. Why don’t you take the reins next and treat me to a home-cooked meal?”
He delivered such a matter-of-course statement with absolute naturalness.
Given that Yu Se was genuinely grateful for his contributions, he replied, “But the Feng family head’s palate is too refined. I have no idea which five-star restaurant could possibly match your tastes.”
Furthermore, booking a five-star restaurant generally required reserving a month in advance.
Pointing a finger at Yu Se, Feng Yinchen said, “Help’s right here in front of you. Just cook it for me yourself.”
Yu Se: “…”
Yu Se: “Is it because I know how to wield a surgical scalpel? So the Feng family head assumes I know how to cook…”
Raising an eyebrow, Yu Se asked, “How did you know I’m skilled at cooking?”
Of course he knew, and he had known for a long time.
It was written clear as day in the novel. Every single time Yu Se was forced by circumstances to cook a meal for Feng Yinchen—
Feng Yinchen would invariably carry him to a series of locations with complex topography such as the kitchen island, cutting board, and sink to do XXX, basically waiting until the dishes grew cold, burned to a crisp, and the kitchen was on the verge of catching fire before allowing Yu Se to climb down with trembling legs.
The frequency of crucial props like strawberries and ice cubes making their debut was shockingly, outrageously high!
If you want to know how I knew you could cook, why don’t you ask the Feng Yinchen inside the novel whether he knew or not?
Feng Yinchen conducted a serious self-reflection on his strategy formulation, concluding that he had still been far too confident, letting the first thirteen chapters of the story develop rigidly according to convention and wasting opportunities.
If he had been willing to break the mold, who knows, he might have been eating meat and drinking soup long ago by now.
Feng Yinchen, meaning the Feng Yinchen of the novel, revealed a charming smile, seizing the opportunity to slide an arm around Doctor Yu’s waist.
“That question is a secret. Let’s go, I’m starving.”
Besides, if they didn’t leave soon, night would fall, and he couldn’t afford to miss his rendezvous with the next major character.