Chapter 142 - 141: Yin Yang Imbalance

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Chapter 142: Chapter 141: Yin Yang Imbalance ... Li Yufen was at a loss, feeling a bit dumbfounded. She, like Manager Hee and Wu Lihua, couldn’t wrap her head around who this Mr. Yan really was. It was just... too unbelievable... Not just her, even Yan Xiaobao’s "mistress" Tiantian couldn’t figure it out. Weren’t they just here to buy a house? How did it escalate to the chairman of the real estate group being alerted? And what’s more, such a luxurious and beautiful lakeside villa worth twenty million—given for free? As compensation? Just for such a trivial matter, and not only did they fire the sales manager with a single sentence, but they had to offer a twenty-million villa as an apology? Not to mention earlier, Qian Jiale inexplicably gifted her a Porsche 918-Spyder worth over ten million... Unfortunately, Yan Xiaobao prefers taking the bus. That Porsche has only been out on the road a handful of times. But Yan Xiaobao... who exactly is he? And how much influence does he really hold... "Divine Doctor Yan, it’s said that an invitation is better than a chance encounter. Since it’s about time for dinner anyway, how about I host and we share a few drinks together?" Liao Qihua extended a cordial invitation. Yan Xiaobao had zero interest in dining with Liao Qihua, but Tiantian felt that after accepting a lakeside villa worth twenty million, they absolutely couldn’t "turn their backs" and refuse to show some cordiality. Ultimately, under the persuasion of his wife, Yan Xiaobao grudgingly accepted Liao Qihua’s invitation and agreed to join the dinner. Liao Qihua’s banquet wasn’t held at renowned restaurants like Desheng Restaurant or Golden Tide Restaurant but was instead a home-cooked affair at his villa to host Yan Xiaobao. To those wealthy with status and power, hosting guests at their home for a meal is the ultimate form of hospitality. If the relationship isn’t extremely close or the guests aren’t supremely esteemed, they wouldn’t opt for a home banquet. Compared to home banquets, even the fanciest restaurants and the priciest dishes are mere acts of socializing. It’s akin to saying that a national banquet at a state guesthouse can’t compare to the familial meal of the nation’s top leaders. As the chairman of a listed real estate enterprise, describing the size and luxury of Liao Qihua’s villa seems unnecessary. In any case, it was Tiantian’s first time setting foot in such an extravagant billionaire’s mansion. Still, she didn’t have too much to marvel at—the cozy, beautiful lakeside villa she owned already made her content. The chef at Liao Qihua’s home was skilled, easily rivaling the master chef of Desheng Restaurant. Additionally, Liao Qihua’s wife, Sun Hongyu, personally cooked two exquisite dishes to serve Yan Xiaobao. It could be said that Liao Qihua’s respect for Yan Xiaobao reached the highest level. Tiantian was a little overwhelmed by the attention, but Yan Xiaobao remained entirely indifferent. Three rounds of drinks later, dishes had exchanged hands several times over. Liao Qihua looked at his wife, Sun Hongyu, with some concern and asked, "What’s wrong? No appetite again?" "It’s nothing, you all eat—I’ll just keep you company." Sun Hongyu apologized slightly to Yan Xiaobao: "Divine Doctor Yan, I’m sorry, I haven’t been feeling well lately. Hopefully, this doesn’t ruin your mood." Upon hearing this, Tiantian immediately spoke to Yan Xiaobao, "Honey, Madam Liao isn’t feeling well. Help her take a look, okay?" Yan Xiaobao glanced at Sun Hongyu and said, "My rules are simple: treating a disease costs one million, saving a life is a fifty-fifty split." Tiantian: "..." "Huh?" Both Liao Qihua and Sun Hongyu were dumbstruck. Sun Hongyu exclaimed in shock: "According to Divine Doctor Yan’s rules, you cured my husband’s heart failure the last time, saving his life, so... so we should have given you half of our assets?" "By the rules, yes," Yan Xiaobao replied. "But the reason I intervened last time was because I made a bet with Gao Ming to make his sister my wife. So you don’t need to split your assets with me." Sun Hongyu: "..." Liao Qihua: "..." Tiantian: "..." "Truly, Divine Doctor Yan is an extraordinary character..." Liao Qihua chuckled awkwardly. "Fine, one million it is. Please, Divine Doctor Yan, take a look at my wife." Yan Xiaobao shook his head and said, "Since Wife Tiantian asked me to take a look at your wife, the one million fee is waived." "Then let me thank Divine Doctor Yan once again." Liao Qihua seemed to understand Yan Xiaobao’s ways and recognized that a mere one million was not even worth mentioning to him, so he refrained from excessive pleasantries. Sun Hongyu promptly began explaining her symptoms: "I always feel jittery and low on energy, no appetite, can’t sleep well, and sometimes feel inexplicably restless, completely uninterested in anything." "It’s nothing serious; your health is fine, just a case of Yin-Yang imbalance," Yan Xiaobao said casually. "Your husband is fully recovered now, so tonight the two of you can share a bed and harmonize your Yin and Yang." Despite being nearly fifty, Sun Hongyu’s cheeks flushed crimson at these words, and she immediately lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into thin air. To put it politely, it’s a Yin-Yang imbalance; to put it bluntly... isn’t it just a lack of intimacy... Liao Qihua had an innate heart condition, which worsened into heart failure with severe pathological obesity as he aged. With such physical constraints, marital intimacy with his wife was out of question. Over the years, Sun Hongyu essentially became a "spiritual widow," naturally feeling unfulfilled and quite "parched." "We’re all adults, nothing to worry about. Divine Doctor Yan, come, let’s drink—cheers," Liao Qihua swiftly changed the subject with a toast to dissipate his wife’s embarrassment, though deep inside, he was already eager. It had been years since Sun Hongyu had "been there," and the same applied to him. Though a fifty-something man whose health was on the brink of collapse, that spark inside his heart hadn’t died... After dinner, Yan Xiaobao grew impatient staying at Liao Qihua’s home and got up to leave with Tiantian. The Liao couple arranged for their driver to escort them. Before departure, Liao Qihua pulled Yan Xiaobao aside and asked quietly, "Divine Doctor Yan, is my current physical condition really capable of... doing that?" "I’ve already cured you, so of course you can," Yan Xiaobao replied. "But you’re old and fat, so keep it to a minimum—no more than twice per night." "Twice in one night?" Liao Qihua was ecstatic. For someone who hadn’t indulged in years, being able to go for a second round in one night felt like sheer bliss! After they bid farewell to Yan Xiaobao, Liao Qihua turned and swept Sun Hongyu up into his arms wedding-style, far from resembling a couple married for nearly thirty years. Instead, they looked like honeymooners, rushing eagerly into their "bridal suite." Half an hour later, Liao Qihua lay back in complete satisfaction, sighing, "It’s been ages since I’ve felt this good... Divine Doctor Yan truly is an immortal in human form... Even giving up half my assets would’ve been worth it!" ... [Don’t forget to follow, recommend, tip, and support!] ... Updated from freewebnovel(.)com

Chapter 142 - 141: Yin Yang Imbalance

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