Chapter 289: Chapter 289: There Are Many Things Young People Don’t Understand
When Yang Fei returned home, Qin Yanyang had already washed and cut the vegetables and had even poured oil into the pan, ready to start stir-frying.
Perhaps feeling guilty, Yang Fei hurried over and snatched the spatula, saying, "Let me do it, how can I let my wife with such tender white skin do this kind of work."
Qin Yanyang smiled sweetly, letting him cook while she stood by with a grin, "I’m not that delicate, you know. When you weren’t around, I would cook for myself."
Yang Fei nodded, "Yeah, that was before. Things are different now. You’re a married woman. As long as your husband is home, he’ll do these things. My wife only needs to focus on being beautiful. With those soft, tender hands, it’s more comfortable for me when I touch them."
Feeling a sweet warmth in her heart, both touched and a little shy, Qin Yanyang retorted playfully, "During the early days we met, you weren’t so slick with words. You even said I was your first love. Were you deceiving me on purpose?"
While stirring the food, Yang Fei replied, "On my honor, you really are my first love. I had never been in a relationship before. As for now, well, isn’t that to make you fall head over heels for me? I’ve slowly learned some sweet nothings online. Besides, once you get the hang of it, it’s surprising how quickly a man can grow in this department."
Qin Yanyang smiled faintly.
She could naturally tell that Yang Fei was a rookie in love, just like her.
The reason he had become somewhat smooth-tongued was undoubtedly because he had mastered it without a teacher after they got together.
Qin Yanyang used to think she disliked this type of man, preferring the straightforward and honest Yang Fei of the past. But now, she realized that it wasn’t that she disliked men who were sweet talkers, but rather that she only liked it when the man she liked did it to her.
She couldn’t deny that she had fallen for Yang Fei. So, whether it was the somewhat naive and honest Yang Fei of the past or the now verbally adroit Yang Fei, she liked them both.
Words that once seemed cheesy and repulsive now sounded thrilling and pleasing to the ear, lifting her mood.
After finishing the meal, Sun Weimin made a phone call.
First Sun Lei chatted with Yang Fei for a while, then Sun Weimin took the phone and got to the point. He brought up the matter Tang Qian had mentioned last time, asking if Yang Fei was free this weekend.
Yang Fei said it was no problem and agreed to accompany Sun Weimin and Tang Qian to visit Tang Qian’s parents that weekend to check on her father’s chronic ailment.
In the days that followed, Yang Fei’s life returned to tranquility.
What puzzled Li Xuantong was that Yang Fei had been taking leaves of absence frequently in the afternoons recently.
Every time it was lunchtime, when he went to call Yang Fei, Yang Fei was already gone. Sometimes he would return to work in the afternoon, sometimes a bit late, and sometimes he would just call, stating he wouldn’t come back for the afternoon.
This went on for several days, sparking Li Xuantong’s curiosity.
Today was Friday, and in the morning, as soon as Yang Fei arrived at the medical clinic, Li Xuantong started staring at him.
Feeling his gaze, Yang Fei touched his face, puzzled, "What’s the matter, Old Li, is there something on my face?"
Li Xuantong slowly shook his head, staring at him for a long while, his mouth twitching a few times before he finally couldn’t resist saying, "Young man, you must practice moderation in your sex life, or you will damage your essence."
Yang Fei was taken aback, then a cold sweat broke out on his back as he looked at Li Xuantong and asked, "Can you tell just by looking?"
Li Xuantong rolled his eyes, "I may not be as proficient in medical texts as you, but I have been a doctor all my life. How could I not see it? You’ve been frequently absent from the clinic in the afternoons lately, indulging in that activity too much? Though young, such relentless depletion of your vital essence can harm your foundation."
Yang Fei coughed awkwardly, "Actually, I do have self-control."
"Hmph, what does a young man know about control? I was young once, too," snorted Li Xuantong.
Yang Fei blushed and chuckled, "Not only am I young, but I’m also a powerful Martial Artist, so no worries there."
Li Xuantong scoffed, "Even the Inner Canon of Huangdi states that the way to longevity lies in preserving the vital essence. Although you’re a Martial Artist and young, excessive loss of yang essence is still harmful to your foundation. Anyway, just try to be more restrained."
Yang Fei hummed in agreement and nodded repeatedly.
Discussing this kind of thing with an elder was somewhat embarrassing.
The most important thing was that men don’t like being told they’re inadequate.
Especially when the other person is an old man.
But indeed, one should be cautious about this matter.
Qin Yanyang was not a doctor, but as a martial artist, now that Old Li had identified his own issues, Yanyang might also be able to spot something.
"I need to exercise self-restraint!"
But every time the enchanting and alluring image of Tong Yunshu popped into his mind, Yang Fei felt an unbearable burning sensation.
She truly was a life-threatening siren.
Bold and unrestrained, she allowed every possible position at her own whim.
What man could resist such a woman?
At noon, Tong Yunshu called again.
Thinking of what Li Xuantong said in the morning, Yang Fei mustered all his willpower to decline Tong Yunshu’s invitation to practice together.
Upon hearing his refusal, Tong Yunshu sounded somewhat disappointed.
Yang Fei exhausted his verbal artistry, consoling her earnestly for a while.
In the end, against his true feelings, he claimed he was utterly drained, praising Tong Yunshu for being such an extraordinary temptress that he needed a few days to rest up and gather his strength before their next encounter.
Tong Yunshu giggled non-stop at his words, finally giving Yang Fei a break.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief.
Refusing Tong Yunshu really did take a great deal of willpower.
Considering his current physical condition, he saw himself as supremely virile, capable of another battle.
Yet, the reminder from Li Xuantong made him reconsider.
He decided to rest for the day.
Even after having lunch with Li Xuantong and sitting in the clinic for a while to think, he planned to go to the pharmacy and grab a few herbs to formulate a traditional restorative based on ancient prescriptions.
When Zhou Cheng saw him grabbing herbs, he couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Mr. Yang, what are these herbs for?"
Yang Fei, unsure how to respond, grunted, "There are some things young people should not ask too much about."
Zhou Cheng rubbed his head in confusion, thinking to himself that Yang was even younger than him.
Afterward, with an open-minded eagerness to learn, he memorized the herbs Yang Fei picked and ran to ask Li Xuantong.
Li Xuantong only needed one glance to understand, saying, "This is a formula for solid foundation and nourishing origin, keep it well stored. This recipe fortifies the essence and benefits the kidneys, and it can help many men regain their vigor."
Zhou Cheng’s eyes lit up, "Is it that powerful?"
Li Xuantong nodded, "The prescriptions of Brother Yang are definitely not simple."
Zhou Cheng, thinking back to when Yang Fei was at the pharmacy, his expression changed again, murmuring, "Mr. Yang is so young, and he’s already using this kind of medicine?"
Recalling the younger and beautiful look of Yang Fei’s wife, Li Xuantong sighed softly. After all, too young to understand restraint.
While he thought this to himself, his face showed a stern expression as he said to Zhou Cheng, "You are still too young to understand many things. Don’t worry about all this nonsense. Just concentrate on studying medicine."
Staring at his teacher’s departing figure, Zhou Cheng stood there, dumbfounded: I’m almost thirty, alright? How am I still considered young?
At five-thirty in the afternoon, as soon as Yang Fei left the clinic, he was stopped by Li Zhongni and Li Xiaoji.
Several luxury cars were parked nearby, with the Li nephews standing in front of seven or eight imposing bodyguards.
Li Zhongni smiled faintly at Yang Fei and said, "Mr. Yang, we meet again. I have come personally to invite you to dinner this time. You wouldn’t refuse to show face, would you?"