His hands trembled with excitement, almost uncontrollable.

  He hadn’t felt this way in so long—like a volcano of passion was about to erupt from his body.

  Whenever he went through the motions with his plain-faced wife at home, he could never last long.

  Only when fantasizing about Jiang Yan could he get excited enough to hold out a little longer.

  Eventually, he realized he had a sickness—one only Jiang Yan could cure.

  After seeing such a peerless beauty, all other women were mere compromises.

  Just as he undid the first button of his shirt—

  **BAM!**

  The door burst open with a crash.

  The waiter he’d posted as a lookout flew into the room and collapsed on the floor with a *thud*.

  Li Junyi spun around in terror to see **Lin Yu, Shen Yuxuan, and Zhou Chen** storming in.

  Thinking fast, he rushed to Jiang Yan’s side, grabbing her hand in feigned concern.

  "Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan! What’s wrong? You only had one sip of wine—are you allergic?!"

  "*You motherf—! Stop acting!*"

  Shen Yuxuan charged forward, launching a kick at Li Junyi.

  Trained in combat, Li Junyi sidestepped easily.

  But Shen Yuxuan kept coming, throwing a punch at his face.

  Li Junyi caught his wrist, twisted it sharply, and swept his legs out from under him.

  "*Oof!*" Shen Yuxuan hit the ground hard.

  Li Junyi’s fist reared back—

  "*Ah!*" Shen Yuxuan braced for impact—

  But the punch never landed.

  Lin Yu had caught Li Junyi’s arm mid-swing.

  His expression was colder than midwinter ice.

  With a sharp twist—

  "*AAAH!*"

  Li Junyi screamed as his wrist bent at a grotesque angle. Sweat poured down his face.

  "Jiarong, Jiarong! That’s enough! She’s fine now—don’t overreact!" Zhou Chen rushed over, panicked.

  The publicity department was still waiting upstairs. If Li Junyi got seriously hurt, there’d be hell to pay.

  "Remember this," Lin Yu said, voice devoid of emotion.

  "Next time you lay a finger on her—**I’ll kill you.**"

  He flung Li Junyi’s arm away, then scooped Jiang Yan into his arms.

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  "Zhou Chen! Get me a room—and acupuncture needles. **Now.**"

  "R-Right!"

  Zhou Chen grabbed a manager to guide Lin Yu while he sprinted off to find the needles.

  By now, the drugs had peaked in Jiang Yan’s system.

  Her body squirmed uncontrollably.

  "Shh… it’s okay. You’ll be fine soon."

  Lin Yu carried her into a guest room. The manager shut the door behind them.

  As he laid her on the bed, Jiang Yan suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Her breath was hot against his ear.

  "*Help me… I need… you…*"

  Though her body was compromised, her mind was clear.

  The craving was intense—but not uncontrollable.

  Yet she said it anyway.

  This was her chance.

  A chance to become his woman without guilt.

  If he took her now, she’d owe him nothing.

  Lin Yu’s heart pounded.

  Gently, he pried her arms loose.

  "Let me ease your discomfort first."

  He massaged specific points on her wrist and abdomen.

  "Better?"

  Jiang Yan shook her head, tears spilling over.

  "*Please… take me…*"

  Moments ago, she’d nearly lost everything to that scum.

  Moments ago, she’d almost betrayed He Jiarong forever.

  Lin Yu wiped her tears away.

  "Don’t blame yourself. **I** should’ve protected you better."

  At his words, Jiang Yan cried harder.

  "I… I don’t deserve—"

  "You do. **Everything** I do for you is worth it. You’re my wife."

  He squeezed her hand.

  "I won’t push you. Not until your heart truly accepts me."

  **Knock! Knock!**

  Lin Yu moved to answer—

  But Jiang Yan clutched his hand. "*Don’t go…*"

  Instead, he flicked a keycard across the floor. It slid neatly under the door.

  "Come in."

  Zhou Chen scrambled inside, handing over a needle case.

  High-end hotels kept medical supplies stocked. He’d found them in minutes.

  Lin Yu sterilized the needles, then inserted them at precise points—

  *Zusanli, Yanglingquan, Ququan, Yingu…*

  A flick of his fingers sent the needles vibrating.

  Faint green mist seeped from his fingertips, traveling down the needles into Jiang Yan’s body.

  Within moments, her breathing steadied.

  The fog of drugs and alcohol lifted. Strength returned.

  "Better?" Lin Yu handed her water.

  Jiang Yan sat up, nodding.

  Then she remembered her shameless plea—

  Her cheeks burned crimson.

  "Jiarong… you really *do* know medicine?" Zhou Chen stared in awe.

  To counteract such potent drugs so quickly…

  This wasn’t just skill. This was **sorcery**.

  "Just the basics," Lin Yu smiled.

  Zhou Chen rolled his eyes.

  *"Basics."*

  Everything Lin Yu called "basic" turned out **earth-shattering**.

  He’d never believe that phrase again—**not even the punctuation**.

  "What about Yuxuan? Is he okay?" Lin Yu asked.

  "Fine. Just… uh… belly pain from the fall."

  Zhou Chen grimaced.

  With Jiang Yan present, he couldn’t say: *The guy literally got the shit beaten out of him.*

  "Should we go?" Lin Yu asked Jiang Yan softly.

  After tonight, she’d want to leave.

  She nodded—then froze.

  A long-lost feeling had resurfaced.

  **Dependence.**

  Her eyes widened at Lin Yu.

  How could *he* make her feel this way?

  "What’s wrong?"

  Lin Yu slipped her shoes onto her slender feet.

  "Nothing. Let’s go home."

  She surprised herself by taking his arm.

  Zhou Chen saw them out.

  "Jiarong! Wait!"

  Shen Yuxuan came sprinting from the restroom, panting.

  "You can’t leave yet! The **best part** is coming!"

  "Best part?" Lin Yu frowned.

  "Li Junyi’s speech!" Shen Yuxuan grinned wildly.

  Zhou Chen elbowed him. "What nonsense—"

  Jiang Yan’s face darkened.

  In her eyes, Li Junyi was now **human garbage**.

  The last thing she wanted was to see him.

  "We’re leaving," Lin Yu said calmly.

  "Trust me! It’s a **spectacle**! You’ll love it!"

  Shen Yuxuan grabbed Lin Yu’s arm.

  "Sis-in-law, you’ll feel **avenged**!"

  Lin Yu and Jiang Yan exchanged puzzled looks.

  Even Zhou Chen was lost.

  What game was Shen Yuxuan playing?

  But under his relentless urging, they returned to the sixth-floor hall.

  Chairs were now arranged theater-style. Hundreds filled the seats.

  Onstage, Li Junyi—suited, polished—held forth with charismatic ease.

  As if nothing had happened.

  Jiang Yan finally understood **true hypocrisy**.

  Hatred burned in her gaze.

  Every lingering sentiment for this man **evaporated**.

  At last, she saw the **rotten core** beneath his facade.

  She looked away, nauseated.

  Even his voice turned her stomach now.

  Shen Yuxuan scanned the crowd—

  There she was.

  **Shen Aijia**, back in her front-row seat.

  He licked his lips in anticipation.

  Catching the manager’s eye across the room, he tapped his wrist.

  The manager flashed five fingers.

  "Five minutes!" Shen Yuxuan whispered excitedly.

  "The show’s about to start!"

  He couldn’t resist a little dance.