After Feng Jian swallowed a tablet, he sat and waited quietly.
Before long, the woman came out with a smile. "Young Master Feng, I'm done washing."
Feng Jian looked her over—she was indeed attractive; after all, a rich second-generation like him wasn't an idiot.
But why… was there still no reaction?
"I'm going to the restroom."
Keeping his face neutral, Feng Jian headed for the bathroom.
Inside, he tried every method he knew, yet he was still like boiled noodles—limp.
"Damn it! I'll take another!"
He popped a second pill. Still useless.
Damn it—another!
Staring into the mirror, he saw his body flushed red, heat rolling off him.
He could clearly feel the evil fire raging inside.
But his "brother" hung there like a keychain, not responding at all.
His vision blurred; his brain felt starved of oxygen.
Agony.
It was like holding in urine all day, bladder about to burst—yet nothing would come out.
Thud!
Feng Jian collapsed to the floor, panting violently. Beads of sweat as large as beans dripped down—he felt like he was dying.
"Ahhh!"
At last he couldn't bear it and howled.
"Young Master Feng! What's wrong?"
The woman outside called out.
Feng Jian didn't dare tell the truth—she moved in the same circles.
If she found out he couldn't perform, everyone in their circle would know.
How would he show his face then?
Gritting through the pain, he pushed himself up and forced his breathing to steady.
But when he opened the door, the woman immediately noticed something was off.
"Young Master Feng, what's going on? Your face is so red—and you're drenched in sweat!"
"It's nothing! I must've caught a chill—feverish. I'll head home first."
Without waiting for her reply, Feng Jian opened the door and left.
He suddenly remembered what Zhang Shuaikai had said earlier. Could he have been hit?
No—this wouldn't do!
He immediately called someone to take him to a hospital.
…
Early the next morning.
As usual, Xu Mu got up to wash. Only after he rose did Ye Tong get up too.
Xu Mu sat on the sofa, checking the morning's news.
Ye Tong came downstairs and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Morning, Brother-in-law."
Ye Yu yawned and wandered over.
"Didn't sleep well?" Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"You've got some nerve asking."
Ye Yu shot him a glare and plopped onto the sofa.
She wanted to tell him: ever heard of moderation?
At least during the time she'd been staying here, apart from the days when her sister had her period, Xu Mu basically never stopped.
Had he never heard the saying, "When young, you don't treasure clarity; when old, you face that… with tears"?
She was this close to giving him a reminder.
During breakfast, Ye Yu suddenly looked at Xu Mu. "Brother-in-law, our homeroom teacher is coming for a home visit today."
"Which homeroom teacher?" Xu Mu asked.
"The one you were chasing—"
Ye Yu slapped a hand over her mouth, too late to stop the words from spilling out.
She darted a glance at her sister and saw a gleam light up in Ye Tong's eyes.
"Who?"
Ye Tong couldn't help asking.
"Sis, it's not what you think. It was before you two got married—someone Brother-in-law pursued back then," Ye Yu said quickly, shooting Xu Mu a sideways look. This stinky brother-in-law—now she had to cover for him.
"Oh… what a pity," Ye Tong said, a little disappointed.
"Pity?"
Ye Yu gaped in disbelief.
"No, no!"
Ye Tong stole a peek at Xu Mu, then shot Ye Yu a glare. "What would a little brat like you know?"
"She's probably talking about Mu Qingying—the music teacher," Xu Mu said, not bothering to hide it.
"I think I heard Ye Yu mention her. Why didn't you pursue her?" Ye Tong asked curiously.
Xu Mu blinked, then said, "I have a wife. Why would I pursue her?"
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Ye Tong ducked her head, cheeks pink. She actually wanted to say she wouldn't have minded.
But with Ye Yu sitting right there, it felt inappropriate.
"I'll come home early after work," Ye Tong told Ye Yu.
Xu Mu merely shook his head slightly. He suspected Mu Qingying wasn't coming for Ye Yu at all, but for him.
After breakfast, everyone headed out to their own destinations.
Xu Mu had just gotten in his car when a call came from Zhang Shuaikai.
"What is it?"
Xu Mu asked mildly.
"Brother Xu! You're incredible! Just now, Feng Jian called me—he wants to see that 'divine doctor.'"
Zhang thought for a moment and added, "He sounded very weak."
"No rush. Tell him the doctor can't be reached."
Xu Mu hung up.
He'd used high-level methods from the Classic of Difficult Issues: a combination of medication and silver-needle sealing.
Without Xu Mu, Feng Jian would never be "upright" again in this lifetime.
Unless someone's medical skills surpassed his.
But a doctor of that caliber—forget Feng Jian, even Feng Kang couldn't find one.
And Xu Mu wasn't stupid. Before the Feng family fell, even if he gave medicine, it would only let Feng Jian hold on for a day or two.
Given Feng Jian's personality, the man was already in the palm of his hand.
Xu Mu messaged Meng Wanyue to skip work and continue her cultivation.
As for himself, he drove on to the branch office—just over an hour away, a fine excuse for a joyride.
…
Feng Jian sat twisted with pain in his Aston Martin, gripping the steering wheel hard, heart pounding madly.
Yesterday, he'd gone to the best hospital in Yang City and had the director examine him personally.
Results: no illness at all.
So the director said it was most likely psychological—he should relax.
Feng Jian did relax. He went home, showered, and tried to sleep well.
Next morning—still limp.
How was he supposed to relax after that?
If that didn't work, he might as well be dead.
He still needed to figure out how to marry Shen Wanning. If she learned he was impotent—a useless man—how would she ever marry him?
He couldn't stand it anymore. He fired up the supercar and sped toward the Xu Group's branch office.
At the main gate, he took out his phone and dialed Zhang Shuaikai.
Just then, his eyes caught a Cadillac Escalade rolling into the company.
He recognized the plate—it was Xu Mu's car.
Yesterday, he'd gotten word that his men had crippled Xu Mu.
But when he asked for photos, they had none.
Clearly they'd failed—and then they vanished, cheating him out of a few tens of thousands in deposit.
He couldn't be bothered to deal with it; subordinates could handle that mess.
"Zhang Shuaikai! Get out here! I'm right outside your company!"
Feng Jian barked as soon as the line connected.
"Young Master Feng, I'm at work. Give me a moment," Zhang replied.
"You still dare make me wait? Get your ass out here!"
Feng Jian, already fuming, exploded at the words.
"Alright, I'm coming down now."
Zhang hung up.
On the other end, Zhang had just opened his office door when he saw Xu Mu standing outside.
"Brother Xu, you're here?" he blurted.
"In such a rush—where are you headed?" Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"Feng Jian's outside the company. He wants me to come out now," Zhang explained.
Xu Mu nodded slightly. When he arrived, he'd already sensed it.
A several-million supercar was hard to miss.
"I'll give you a few lines. Go tell Feng Jian this: that 'divine doctor' is quite familiar with me."
Xu Mu smiled at Zhang.
He knew exactly what kind of man Feng Jian was—and that he'd make the perfect pawn to bring the Feng family down.