BANG!!!!
Wei Rong was awakened by a loud crashing sound against the door.
“Young Wei!!! Come quickly and drink this antidote!!! Hahahaha… Hey~~”
In the middle of his laughter, He Zhixian suddenly dodged to the side, avoiding the teacup that was thrown at him.
Shen Shi swiftly reached out and caught the white jade teacup just before it shattered.
The medicinal brew in his hand remained unspilled, and He Zhixian breathed a sigh of relief before storming over to the bedside. “You brat! What do you mean by that? This old man has been toiling day and night, staying up all night to concoct an antidote for your poison…”
At this moment, Wei Rong’s head throbbed so intensely that the veins at his temples trembled faintly. The venomous patterns on his face, combined with his stormy expression, made him appear even more sinister.
He lifted his gaze and glanced at Zi Shi in the distance.
Understanding his intent, Zi Shi stepped forward, took the bowl of medicine from He Lao’s hands, and then pressed his acupoints, instantly silencing the entire room.
Shen Shi immediately cooperated by blocking the soundless He Lao, who was eager to rush forward and “argue.” “You’ve worked hard, honored elder~ Take it easy, calm down~”
Yun Fu followed behind and entered the room, her eyes immediately meeting those of the man with a gloomy expression, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. The beautiful man before her was neither as fragile as when they first met, evoking pity, nor as gentle and refined as when he had spoken softly last night. Instead, he was dark, icy, like a bloodthirsty beast struggling to suppress its savage nature.
This version of him made Yun Fu… like him even more!
A cold-faced beauty!!! A celestial being!!!
When Wei Rong’s gaze fell upon the warm, yellow figure at the door, his eyes paused, and the frost on his face gradually melted away as if touched by warm sunlight.
The morning light happened to fall behind the little creature, enveloping it in a glow. Bathed in sunlight, the cat’s warm yellow fur turned golden, and the entire feline seemed to radiate light, making one yearn to scoop it into their arms, bury their face in its soft belly, and nuzzle against it…
This thought had crossed Wei Rong’s mind the first time he saw it, but now the feeling was even stronger.
The change in Wei Rong’s expression was noticed by everyone in the room—the stormy rage had instantly transformed into a gentle drizzle.
Yun Fu walked into the room with elegant and steady cat steps. Knowing that these people were all part of the beautiful man’s circle, she let her guard down around them.
Approaching the bedside, she looked at the steaming, dark medicinal brew, her round feline face nearly scrunching up into a ball. Sitting upright with a serious demeanor, she prepared to supervise him as he drank the medicine.
“Meow~” Drink it while it’s hot.
She was actually somewhat curious about the effects of drinking it. With so many miscellaneous ingredients added that had no antidotal properties, the taste was sure to be…
Hearing this soft, sticky meow, and seeing the little creature lift its chin as if urging him to drink the medicine quickly, Wei Rong felt a stir.
The gesture was so human-like that even the previously agitated He Zhixian was captivated by the scene. He smacked the back of Shen Shi’s head, signaling him to release his pressed acupoints.
Shen Shi skillfully released He Lao’s acupoints, a clear indication that this wasn’t the first time he had been silenced this way.
“You brat, drink it quickly while it’s hot. Otherwise, if the suppressed toxicity flares up again, your meridians won’t withstand another onslaught.”
Wei Rong took the bowl of dark, murky medicinal liquid. As he caught its scent, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before he threw his head back and drained it in one go without even blinking.
Yun Fu watched in genuine admiration as he downed the foul-smelling, bitter concoction in a single breath. She knew exactly how dreadful the medicine tasted, especially after the quack with the white beard had tossed in a bunch of random herbs, making its flavor utterly unthinkable.
“Meow?” Not bitter?
Hearing the meow, Wei Rong looked at the little creature crouched by his bedside, tilting its head. In those amber-like eyes, he detected a trace of confusion.
“Are you asking me if it’s bitter?”
Yun Fu was startled—she hadn’t expected this human to understand her cat language.
She meowed again in acknowledgment.
“Well now, this little thing might just be a spirit! You ask a question, and it answers,” He Zhixian remarked, unable to resist teasing the small figure by the bed.
He then reached out to check Wei Rong’s pulse after he had finished the medicine.
“Just as expected! Two more doses, and the poison will be completely neutralized. After that, focus on resting properly.”
At He Lao’s words, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, including Yun Fu.
“Excellent! He Lao, you truly live up to your title as a divine healer!” Shen Shi beamed with joy. If he weren’t afraid of disturbing the young master’s peace, he would have picked He Lao up and spun him around twice.
“Mm. Thank you for your hard work, He Lao.”
Even the usually taciturn Zi Shi voiced his gratitude.
Hearing this, Yun Fu let out a soft snort. She was the one who had found the antidote, these foolish humans.
And this white-bearded grandfather calls himself a divine healer? He nearly ruined the antidote she had worked so hard to retrieve.
Can anyone these days be called a divine healer? A saintly hand? The standards seem a bit low.
“The antidote herbs…”
Just as He Zhixian was swelling with pride from the two young men’s flattery, a cool, calm voice cut through.
Wei Rong leaned against the carved wooden bed, his soft, ink-black hair spilling over the bedside. The venomous marks on his face had begun to fade, indicating the medicine was taking effect.
As the dark green venom patterns receded, his pale, jade-like face stood out starkly against his black hair, appearing as pure and white as snow.
Mention of the antidote herbs deflated He Zhixian’s pride instantly, and his eyes lit up brightly. “Yes, yes! Who found these antidote herbs?”
What were the odds that he would stumble upon a patch of weeds that just happened to be the antidote for the Thousand-Thread Bone Serpent Poison? The likelihood was slimmer than picking up gold ingots on the street.
“Ah? Herbs? What herbs?” Shen Shi looked puzzled. When had they gone to search for medicine?
Facing He Lao’s expectant gaze, Zi Shi shook his head silently.
Wei Rong watched the little creature holding its head high, its tail swishing so fast it nearly left afterimages, exuding an air of pride that seemed both distant and right before his eyes. It was so endearing he couldn’t look away.
Are all cats like this?
In the end, Wei Rong followed his instincts and reached out, pulling the proud little creature into his embrace.
The fluffy, soft texture felt like holding a ball of premium cotton.
Wei Rong’s action not only startled Yun Fu but also shocked He Zhixian and the others.
Held like a child, her waist encircled by the man’s arm and her front paws clasped in his palms, the entire cat was enveloped in a faint, cool fragrance. The moment she lifted her head to struggle, she caught sight of the man’s smooth jawline and thick eyelashes, and her resistance instantly melted away.
Nestled in the embrace of a handsome man was utterly irresistible to Yun Fu, a severe case of looks-obsession, and she had no desire to resist anyway.
To die in a pretty man’s arms—even as a cat ghost, she’d be a dashing one!